Half The World Away || Newt X Reader|| Part 1 Of 2

Half The World Away || Newt x Reader|| Part 1 of 2

A/N: This is a recreation of what I had in mind since my dumbass forgot to save before closing the app

Part 2: Here

Cold...

WCKD is good...

I'm sorry...

WCKD is good...

Cold...

I hope you will survive...

WCKD is good...

Cold...

Wake up Y/N...

Wake up...

Wake up Y/N...

¡¡¡WAKE UP!!!

She violently woke up by the cage movement. She looked around, breathing heavily. "Help... Help!" She screamed, tears welling in her eyes. Her heart sunk when the cage halted, and voices could be heard from the outside. She held her knees tightly, closing her eyes shut, concentrating on her breath.

"Found the greenie!" She froze at the accent, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Greenie is a shebean" Another voice said, as she could hear responses.

"Girl? Aw yeah!"

"I call dibs"

"I saw her first!"

"Alright, Alright! Everyone get back to work!" Another voice called. She started to tremble, her breath becoming irregular. "She's scared" the accent said. "No shuck! I thought she was happy!" A voice said. "Shuck off, Minho" the accent said. "Hey..." she looked up to see a dark skinned man a couple feet away. "It's okay, we won't hurt you... Your scared, we all feel the same when we were in your position. But your the only girl, so I know you might be frightened to death" The man started, as she tried to back away when he tried to get near.

"My name is Alby. The one to my right is Newt, my second in command... Thats Gally, Keeper of the builders. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners. It's oka-" She didn't know why, but she ran and hugged Alby, her hands trembling violently, as she cried. Alby froze, but hugged her back, trying to soothe her. "Why..." she whimpered, as Alby looked at Minho and Newt, who eyes seemed to pity, as Gally ordered the boys to take out the supplies.

Once she calmed down, Newt and Minho helped her out and she sat on the grass, shyness overtaking her. "You think shebean got a name?" She heard Minho asked to Newt. "Y/N..." She whispered, as they looked at her. "What?" Minho asked. "Y-Y/N... My name... it's Y/N" she said a little louder, still looking at the grass.

Couple Months later...

Y/N was quiet and sometimes distant, working in the kitchen with Frypan, the only person who wouldn't ask her question after question. "Y/N, can you get veggies from Newt" Frypan asked, as she nodded. Picking up the basket, she went off to where the track-goes were busy farming. "Ah, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here! Fry needs something from the gardens?" Y/N nodded to Newt, who placed veggies on the basket.

Y/N smiled, and bowed her head, before walking off. "She still doesn't talk to anyone?" Zart asked, as Newt shook his head. "Only speaks to Alby and Fry when needed. Oh, the box is coming up" Newt said as they walked towards it. "It's another boy!" Someone yelled. "He klunked himself!" Another yelled, as everyone laughed. Y/N looked as they picked s chubby boy out from the box.

"Fry..." Y/N called out, as Fry nodded. Y/N walked out and towards Alby, who was talking to the boy. "Oh, Y/n, what's u-" Minho didn't finish when he saw Y/N hug the chubby boy, who seemed startled. "It's okay... I was in your shoes..." Y/N whispered to him, as the boy hugged her. "It's okay to cry... Crying always help with the shock" She said, as sniffles left the boys mouth.

"My name is Y/N, that's Alby, he's the leader. Oh, and that's Newt, he's Alby second in command. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners" Y/N whispered to him, pointing at the people. "Do you remember your name?" She asked, as the kid shook his head. "Don't worry, it'll come today or tomorrow, or the next day. Alby will give you the tour, then it'll be lunch. I'll see you then, okay?" She said, as he nodded.

Y/N looked at Alby, nodding and walking back to the kitchen-like hut. When lunch was being served, Y/N found the chubby boy sitting alone and sat down with him. "Hello" She said smiling, as the boy smiled back. “What’s your name again?” The boy asked, as Y/N smiled. “My name is Y/N” the boy smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Chuck” he said, as Y/N hugged him, happy to know that he remembered his name.

One month later...

"Why don't you tell him?" Chuck asked, as Y/N sighed. "He doesn't see me like that. He sees me as a sister..." Y/N said,  as she glanced at Newt. "Isn't the box suppose to be coming?" Chuck asked, as Y/N nodded, smiling. "Oh, it seems like it's here" Y/N said happily, as boys gathered. "Are you going to see?" Chuck asked, as Y/N shook her head. "I want to meet up with Jeff. I got injured the other day and he told me to go and change the bandage today" Y/N said, waving Chuck goodbye.

"Jeff?" Y/N called out, as the scrawny dark skinned boy came in. "Y/N! Came to change the bandage right now?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, sitting down. "How have you been? Still with irregular breathing or..." Jeff started, as Y/N thought. "I'm fine" She said, smiling brightly. Jeff only nodded warily, but decided not to push her. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight?" Jeff asked. "No, I want some time alone and relax. Partying isn't my thing, especially with Gally's drink around" Y/N said, before walking away.

"Y/N" She looked up and saw Chuck standing in the door. "Come in Chuck" Y/N said, patting the spot next to her. "Why aren't you outside?" He asked, as Y/N thought for a while. "Chuck, would you like to hear something?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded.

"I would like to leave this city

This old town don't smell too pretty

And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N sang, as Chuck looked at her in awe.

"I didn't know you can sing!" Chuck said happily, as Y/N placed her finger to her lips. "Please keep it a secret?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded. She bid Chuck goodnight, and looked out her window, to see Newt with a boy she never seen before, which might be the new greenie.

"Oh, Thomas, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Thomas. He's the new greenie" Chuck said. Y/N was walking to the destheads when she bumped into Chuck with the greenie. "Hello Thomas, I'm Y/N" She said, smiling. "Are you an angel?" Thomas said aloud, before turning red. Y/N giggled, before laughing. "I don't see myself as an angel, Your the first to say it" Y/N said.

Across the field, Alby, Newt and Minho stood looking at Thomas, Chuck, and Y/N talking. "She laughed at something he said" Minho said. "She's smiling too" Newt said, bitterly. "He's flirting Alby, do something!" Minho whined, as Alby sighed. "Let her talk to whoever. This is the first time she's talked to someone that isn't me or Fry or Chuck" Alby said, walking away.

"She grabbed his hand" Minho said, as Y/N said something. "Bloody shank" Newt said, bitterly, before walking away, Minho going to the map room. "So... your telling me that me and Chuck are the only ones who know you can sing?" Thomas asked during dinner, as Y/N nodded. "And you l i k e Newt?" Y/N nodded again, her cheeks red. "More like in love with him" Chuck whispered to Thomas, who snickered.

"You guys stop it!" Y/N whined, her cheeks turned a darker red. Thomas and Chuck started laughing, as Y/N joined them, coughing time by time during the laughing fit. When they finished with their laughing fit, they noticed that the glade was starring at them, especially Newt, Minho, and Alby. Y/N shrunk a bit,  looking at Thomas, who thought of something. "Let's go to the forest, I think I saw some fireflies" Thomas said, as Y/N eyes were bright.

"She was laughing at something he said" Minho said. "And they're leaving to the forest" Newt said. "He's flirting with her Alby!" Minho whined again, as Alby gave them a warning glance. "I think she's breaking out of her shell" Alby said, telling all the Gladers to finish food and call it a night.

At the forest, Y/N coughed some more, using a cloth to cover her mouth. "Are you allergic to something?" Thomas asked, as she shook her head. "I think I ate too quickly, that's all" Y/N said, swallowing down the feeling of throwing up.

The next day, Y/N was at the med-jacks hut, as Jeff gave her some medication for her nausea. "Are you sure your alright?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, drinking water. "Help!" Jeff got up and looked out. "Jeff..?" Y/N called out. "Stay here, I'll be back" Jeff said, as Y/N stay sitting. "Y/N!" Chuck called out as Y/N looked at him, before noticing Thomas. "Are you alright?" Y/N asked, worriedly. "Ben was stung and attacked Thomas" Chuck explained, as Y/N bandage Thomas. "Stung? In broad daylight?" Y/N questioned, as Thomas nodded.

"What will happen to him?" Thomas asked, as Y/N froze. "Well... he broke one of the three main rules. Alby might punish him badly" Y/N said, as Chuck stayed silent. "How?" Thomas asked, as both shrugged.

Later on that day, Y/N was next to Thomas, as Ben begged Minho and Alby to spare him. "What are they doing?" Thomas asked, as Y/N lips trembled. "B-Banishment..." Y/N whispered. Thomas noticed and held her hand, as she saw them all push Ben in, his cries and pleas reaching deaf ears. Y/N closed her eyes, as she heard the doors close shut. "He belongs to the maze now" Y/N whispered, pulling Thomas to find Chuck.

"They're holding her hand" Minho stated, as Newt looked. "He's going to break her heart" Newt said to Alby, who rolled his eyes. "They're just friends, she told me" Alby said, as Newt scoffed. "Yeah, I don't believe a single klunk" Newt said, as Alby gave him a warning glance.

"Talk to him" Fry said, as Y/N was cutting vegetables. "Fry..." Y/N started, before running and throwing up breakfast. "Are you okay?" Fry asked, worried. "Yes... I'm okay, just have stomach flu I guess" Y/N said, as Fry grabbed her and pushed her to the gardens. Y/N sighed and walked to the gardens, noticing Chuck and Thomas sitting, and Newt and Zart cutting a tree out.

"Your suppose to be helping, not slacking" Y/N said, as Chuck, Thomas, Newt and Zart jumped. Y/N smiled, and waved at them. "Fry told me to take some time off, and I saw that Thomas wasn't doing his job" Y/N said, picking up the machete from Thomas. "What are you-" Y/N swung at the tree roots, as Zart and Newt took a step back.

"Holy shuck" Zart said, as Thomas looked scared. "Try, Thomas" Y/N said, smiling, as Thomas grabbed the machete and started. Y/N looked at Newt, and smiled innocently, making Neet blush. They all stopped when they heard thunder, and went to take cover, as rain started to pour. "What happens if they don't make it?" Thomas asked, as Y/N looked confused. "They're going to make it" Newt said. "But what if they don't?" Thomas asked again. "They're going to make it" Newt said, avoiding eye contact with Y/N.

"Alby... No..." Y/N said, sprinting to the maze door once the rain stopped. "Y/N, wait!" Newt called our, running after her. He stopped her from getting any closer to the door, and held her as everyone waited patiently. "Look!" Thomas said, as Y/N saw Minho with Alby. "Somethings wrong" Newt said, as Y/N realized.

"C'mon Minho!"

"You can do it!"

"You gotta leave him"

"Please don't leave him..." Minho didn't let go, he couldn't. Y/N was standing there, her eyes filled with fear, hugging Newt, who had a grip on her. "They're not going to make it" Thomas said. It went in slow motion, but Y/N struggled, screaming at Thomas, who ran into the maze. "No!" She screamed, but the doors closed, as tears fell from her eyes.

"Y/N... Y/N!!!" Y/N fainted in Newt arms, as he picked her up and went to the end-jacks but, Jeff and Clint on his tail. "Fainted due to shock" Clint said, as Chuck saw Newt hold her hand, his eyes worried. "He loves you too, Y/N" Chuck said, before walking and sitting a couple feet away from the maze.

"Alby... Minho... Thomas..." Y/N whispered out, as she gained consciousness. Blinking, she looked to see Newt smiling, his eyes holding worry. "You alright, love. Just fainted due to shock" Newt said, as Y/N got up. "The maze... Minho... Thomas... Alby..." Y/N said, as Newt tried stopping her. "Rest. I'll go and check for you. The first sign that they're back I'll send Chuck to tell you, okay?" Newt said, as Y/N nodded, before she went to sleep.

"Jeff what's wrong?" Clint asked once Newt left. "Something doesn't seem right, Clint. Y/N clearly isn't alright, even if she says it" Jeff said, as Clint looked outside. "She looks healthy, though. The box comes up with the same supplies as always. If there was something else, then it would've given a clear view that something wasn't alright with her" Clint said, as Jeff nodded.

The hot dog haunting:

After walking to the elevators in my doctor’s office building, the elevator that’s been out of service for months started dinging and eerily playing the old Oscar Meyer theme song. I stopped recording when I got too freaked out.

I’m in this building on a regular basis and have never had this experience before. The receptionist down stairs said no one had been in to work on it.

@sixpenceeeblog Hold me, I’m scared.

BTS reaction to you breaking up with them

Note: These are pretty long and are kinda like very short fics. They’re not like the regular old reactions but I felt motivated. So here you go. If you’re really wanting to feel immersed, listen to The Scientist by Coldplay or All I Want by Kodaline while reading hehehe. 

Jin: You and Jin had been dating for what felt like forever, however recently, you had felt the spark in your relationship had died. You hardly ever go out anymore, you don’t share the cute moments that you used to, and the simplest thing causes a fight. You’ve … fallen out of love. You are both sitting in the car after he’d picked you up from school. Jin thinks everything is fine. He loves you a lot, but recently has been incredibly irritable due to work. 

“Jin?” you say, breaking the heavy silence. 

“Mm?” he mumbles in response.

As much as you know this is the right thing to do, you feel your heart shatter for Jin. You still care about him immensely. “I.. I think we should break up.”

You hear no response. You glance up and you see tears welling at the base of his lids. Whenever he cries, you can’t help but cry too. Seeing him upset always hurt you, and nothing has changed. Jin can’t believe what he has just heard, and wishes you had told him how you felt earlier. He wonders if he can work up the courage to cancel the dinner date he planned for you tonight. He planned a surprise dinner for you to make up for how blunt he had been recently. He tries to hold back the tears, knowing it makes you upset to see him like that. 

“Jin, I’m-” you begin.

“No, I understand,” he cuts you off, his voice cracking as he holds back his emotions. His grip on the steering wheel tightens and his knuckles turn white. He is fuming. Not at you, at himself. He’s mad that he couldn’t keep you in love with him. He’s mad that he wasn’t enough for you. He’s mad that he didn’t put enough effort in.

You arrive at your house shortly after, and you get out of the car quickly. You need to escape the car because you know that if you see Jin upset, you won’t be able to leave. As you shut the door you hear a strangled sob from inside the car. Fuck, he’s fucking crying, you think. You turn around to see Jin with his head in his hands, his body shaking with each gasp for air. You can’t stay and watch him. You hurry into the house before your own tears fall from your eyes. Jin knows he should’ve waited till he left to break down, but it hurts too much. He always thought everything was okay between you. “How could I be so blind,” he whispers to himself.  

Yoongi:  You hang up the phone after asking Yoongi to come over, bracing yourself for what comes next. Yoongi had always been a very overprotective boyfriend, but recently it had gotten to much for you. You can’t stand the fact that if a guy looks at you funny, it ruins his mood for the rest of the day. You know he loves you with all of his heart, and only means well, which makes what you’re about to do even harder. You’re second guessing yourself. You love Yoongi so much and you know its going to break both of your hearts, but you need freedom. 

You hear the door open and Yoongi walks in, just like he’s always done, likely for the last time. Yoongi is happy, thinking you asked him over to stay and spend time with him. 

“Hey, Y/N!” he exclaims, a gummy smile plastered on his face. In this moment, your heart shatters into a million pieces. He walks over and pulls you into a warm embrace, but pulls away when you don’t hug him back.

“Is everything alright?” he asks warily, his hand resting on your shoulders.

“Y-Yoongi. I…” you trail off, watching his smile fade. 

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Yoongi’s heart is beating out of his chest. He sees your saddened expression. He wonders who might have hurt you, and if you are okay. 

“I think we should… stop seeing each other,” you say quietly, avoiding his gaze. His jaw opens slightly and his hands fall from your shoulders, the light in his eyes suddenly dimming. He stands silent for a moment. All of a sudden, his sad expression morphs into hurt and anger. He clenches his jaw and his hands ball into a fist. His breathing quickens and you’re unsure of what he will say. Yoongi only sees red. 

“What happened, Y/N?! What have I done?” Yoongi yells. He doesn’t let you answer. He swings his arm towards your wall, his fist busting straight through it. “Fuck!” he yells again, blood seeping from his hand. He stares at his shaking fist, then he looks up at you, tears running down his cheeks, mirroring your own face. You wipe your tears away with your jumper sleeve and suck in a deep breath. 

He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it. He saunters out of your house, unable to face you. He will send you money later to repair your wall, you know that much, but he can’t be around you right now. He can’t speak. He is too hurt. His heart is destroyed.

Hoseok: You sit at your dining room table, your report card next to you, displaying a dramatic drop in marks in the form of the letter F. You know why this has happened. You don’t dedicate any time to study these days. Your boyfriend Hoseok is your main distraction. The past 8 months had been the best of your life, but you know your studies have to come first. Your future is your main priority, and as much as you hate the thought of it, Hoseok was holding you back. You hear him walking down the stairs, as he had just spent the night. 

“Morning, gorgeous,” he croaks, still half-asleep, approaching the table. He grabs your report card. His eyes skim the page, and he slowly places it back down. 

“It’s fine, Y/N, don’t worry about it, it was a hard unit. Next semester you’ll smash it!” he beams.

“Hoseok..” you know what’s about to happen will rip you both apart, but if you don’t do it now, you might not ever work up the courage again. “You know why this is happening, right?”

“….Y/N, what do you mean..?” he asks cautiously, creases forming between his brows. 

“Hoseok, you know what I mean… I think… I think we need to go our separate ways,” you say, swallowing hard and breathing deeply, preventing yourself from crying.

“No… no no, Y/N we can study together, I can help you, just-” he gulps. “Please don’t leave me,” he whispers.

You look away, “I’m sorry.”

He jumps up out of his seat and sprints out the door, and you follow him. You can’t let him leave like this. Just as you get to the door, Hoseok is standing there holding a box, puffing slightly, tears staining his cheeks. 

“Our um…,” he clears his throat. “Our anniversary is next week. I bought you this. Please wear it. For me. I still love you. I always will. Goodbye.”

You look down at the necklace. Its a simple piece of metal, with the date you started dating engraved into it. A tear falls slowly and lands on the pendant. When you glance up, the boy you still love with all your heart has disappeared.

Namjoon: “You know that I already had plans with Jin on Friday, don’t you dare try to pin this on me, Y/N,” Namjoon snaps at you. 

You are amidst your third fight in a 36 hour period. Namjoon is confused as to why you continually pick fights with him. He loves you but he doesn’t know how much longer he can cope. You don’t understand why he has to be rude about everything, especially when you’re just trying to book a nice date for the two of you. This relationship is exhausting the both of you.

“Well I fucking apologise for trying to spend some time with you!” you retort, raising your voice. Namjoon breathes deeply. Fighting with you has become a routine. 

“Oh yeah real fucking mature, Y/N, book a date when you know I’m busy and then get mad when I have a social life. I don’t live to please you!” 

You’re both yelling now.

“Fuck you, Namjoon, I won’t bother trying to do anything nice for you anymore, if all I get in return is this attitude!”

Realisation hits you after you speak. In this moment, you know what has to happen. You know where this is going, and so does Namjoon. The inevitable is near. Namjoon knows deep down that this is where it ends, but he suppresses the feeling. He doesn’t need to think about it right now.

“Yeah well if you didn-” he starts to yell.

“What are we doing?” you cut him off. “Joon… what are we even doing? This is all we do. Fight. This isn’t a relationship..” 

He breathes deeply, slumping onto the floor against the wall.

“It’s happening, isn’t it?” he mumbles. You walk over and sit next to him. 

“I think its best if-”

“Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.” He stands up, and walks to your door.

“Thank you. For the good parts, I mean,” he says finally, with a sad smile, and walks out the door for the last time.

Jimin: You tap Jimin’s name in the FaceTime app. Somehow you know this is the last time you will see him. He asked you earlier in the day to call you. He misses you so much as he is currently touring in Japan with the band, which was part of the issue. You hadn’t seen him in months, and even when he is home, he is always rehearsing or working. You are slowly drifting apart, and as much and Jimin tries to hold you together, you know its time to let go. You need to find someone who can fulfil your needs, and he needs someone who can support and live with his idol-life. Somehow, Jimin knows something is up before he even answers the call. A funny feeling appears in the pit of his stomach. Jimins face pops up on your screen, his bright smile large on your phone. 

“Hey Y/N, I miss you,” he says, still smiling.

“I miss you, too. How’s Japan?” you ask, prolonging the inevitable just a touch longer, absorbing his beaming face before you break him. 

“Oh you know, it’s pretty cool. I’d rather be home, though,” he responds with a chuckle. You laugh halfheartedly. 

“Listen, Jimin, I’ve been thinking..” you say hesitantly. Jimins stomach drops. He knows. “I.. um.. I don’t think this is working.”

“Y/N, what are you saying?” he asks, his voice squeaking a little. 

“I’m saying, I don’t think I can live this life… and you need someone who can support you,” you explain.

“No, Y/N. Don’t talk like that, please. I can come home right now. I can take more days off. Ill do anything. Please, please don’t..” he blurts out, knowing fully well that he realistically can’t do any of what he just offered. 

“Jimin, I’m so sorry.” 

Jimin bursts into tears, strangled breaths trying to escape. Looking away, he fumbles for the ‘end’ button. He misses, oblivious to the fact that you’re still on the line. His phone is face done on the bed, and all you can see is black. But you can hear everything. He cries hard, struggling to breathe. 

“What did I do?” he asks himself over and over through sobs and shaky breaths. “I lost her. I knew I would. I lose everything perfect.” He’s yelling now. You hear the door swing open. Your hand is clasped over your mouth to prevent noises escaping, tears fall off your cheeks onto your sheets. Your heart shatters hearing him like this. 

“Jimin! What happened?” you hear Taehyung ask.

“She left me, Tae. Y/N… she-” he breaks down once more. You hang up, unable to take anymore, knowing that’s the last time you’ll hear his voice.

Taehyung:  “Taehyung, this…this isn’t working. I can’t be with you anymore. I’m not ready for a relationship of this magnitude.” Taehyung lets go of your hands, and you’re suddenly aware of the bite that cold air has on your hands without his to protect them. 

He stares at you for a few seconds before replacing his hands back into his pockets. He pulls his hood up over his head.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, Y/N,” he whispers, his hot breath forming clouds in the cold air. He turns slowly and walks down the footpath, his heart in his throat. You stand there for what seems like years, watching him walk away from you, as you just realise what you’ve lost.

Taehyung arrives home, eyes bloodshot from trying to hold the tears back from flooding over. He wishes he had have said more. He sits down and opens his phone’s music app, clicking shuffle on the ‘Sad Songs’ playlist. He sits back on his bed and closes his eyes, reminiscing about your time together. He needs to show you that he still cares.

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You awaken the next morning with a million texts from your friends. 

‘Have you seen what Tae posted?’ one reads.

‘OMG Y/N, you have to see this,’ reads another, followed by countless others alike. 

A wave of confusion washes over you. Your stomach flips over and over as you wonder what could’ve been posted. 

You open up Taehyung’s Instagram and tap on his most recent post, in which you have been ruthlessly tagged in since the moment it was posted. Taehyung seeing your page mentioned in his comments tears him apart, but he is glad. This way he knows you will see it for sure. It’s a video. You press play and hear Taehyungs beautiful husky voice pour out of your phone’s speakers, like honey from it’s jar. It’s a cover of Fleurie’s Hurts Like Hell. The caption reads, ‘For Her.’ You stare at Taehyungs silhouette, gently swaying to the beat. You see the pain and emotion in his face, and you have to look away. You can’t bear it.

‘I loved, and I loved, and I lost you…and it hurts like hell,’ bleeds out of your phone. The last lyrics of the song. You don’t realise you’re crying until you see your tear drops puddling on the screen. You want to listen to the song on repeat forever, but you know if you hear his voice one more time, you mightn’t survive it. You miss him.

Jungkook:  “Are you breaking up with me?” Jungkook almost whimpers, staring at you with pleading eyes. 

“Yes, Jungkook,” you reply shortly. You don’t want to show him you’re upset. You need to be strong for now. Just for now. He bites his lip to stop himself from crying, chills running all over his body. 

“Why?” he chokes out. 

“Just go, please. Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” you respond, avoiding his gaze. He doesn’t move for a second, before quickly gathering his things and leaving your house, covering his face with his arm. He doesn’t want to show you how upset he is. He understands, though. You never connected as much as you had wanted to, no matter how much you both had tried. He doesn’t know how he is going to get through the next few days. He is due to go live soon to talk to his fans. He has to stay strong and push through for them. He has to.  

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You see the notification for Jungkook’s live pop up on your phone. You feel a sharp pain in your chest at the sight of his name. You try to restrain yourself but you can’t resist, you click the notification which takes you straight to the live. As soon as you see his face you instantly regret your decision. 

You’re about to close it when he beings to speak. His voice sounds strained and hoarse. Like he had been crying, no, screaming. He has dark circles under his eyes showing his lack of sleep. You hate seeing him like this. You wish he hadn’t made it so hard for you to move on. You need more time for yourself. You need to focus on your own happiness. But seeing Jungkook makes you wonder if you did the right thing. You wonder if he misses you. 

You decide its time to close it for the second time when a comment catches your eye.

“Why don’t you post pictures with Y/N anymore? Did you break up?”

This comment sparks an wave of similar comments, and soon the whole section is about you and your relationship. Jungkook sees the comments and his whole body stiffens. You notice he instantly looks away. When he looks back, you see the watery glint in his eyes. You feel tears prick and you let them fall. Just as Jungkook burst into tears, he says a final “I’m sorry,” before abruptly shutting off the live, leaving you staring at your lonely reflection on the black, empty, screen.

My life story

Me: *opens mouth*

Friend: If the words newt or Scamander leave your mouth you're dead

Me: *closes mouth*

you’ve heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for

Promote volumes sketches(vol. 1-12 & 16-24) and extra pages (vol. 13-15) by Horikoshi Kohei