classic twist

“tch. are y’jus’ tryna kiss my ass? then again, why would y’be tryin’ t’do that if y’don’t need anythin’ from me.” she scoffs, snatching the cigarette in between his fingers to take a drag and exhale the smoke into his face. she puts it back in between his fingers but he seemed to have crushed it right after. “nothin’, idiot. where the fuck have you been?”

“Wow, This is a miracle.” Taehyung deadpanned, his eyebrow raised as he watched the girl crack a- well he thought it was a joke. “I was just bored.” He hummed, going over to splay himself on her couch, as if it was his own.

He watched the FEMALE before him and listened to her as she  s p o k e.  His tongue darted out to MOISTEN his lesser lip, his greater one  a l i k e  and he canted his head in the slightest; his TONGUE prodding lightly at the inside of his  c h e e k  briefly.  A light hum had SOON fell past his lips, brows furrowing as he took a moment to THINK but he didn’t need much time to do  t h a t.      ❝I never have anything NEGATIVE to say, so it’ll always      be something  n i c e  and sweet, despite other’s mannerisms.      I don’t JUDGE and I will never judge, even if I am the      one who ends up getting  j u d g e d.❞

[  BASICS  ]

NAME:   seong rania  AGE:   18 kr, 20 intl SPECIES:   human GENDER:   female ORIENTATION:   bisexual PROFESSION:   unemployed

[  PHYSICAL ASPECTS ]

BODY TYPE:   skinny like her brother, kinda bony HAIR:   brown EYES:   dark brown SKIN:    pale HEIGHT:   170 cm

[  FAMILY  ]

SIBLINGS:   seong daehyun PARENTS:   – CHILDREN:   none ANY PETS?:   yes  [ x  ]   ||   no  [  ]

[  LIKES  ]

COLORS:   blue & black SMELLS:    leather, petrol & bonfires FOOD / DRINKS: jjinmandu, fried sweet potato noodles & banchan. big fan of citron tea too ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?:   yes  [ x ]   ||   rarely [  ]   ||   no [  ] FAVORITES:    sleeping a lot, she likes makeup a lot but lowkey, doodling, series on the tv that have a healthy 23 episodes per season. doggies ! 

[  OTHER DETAILS  ]

SMOKES ?:   yes  [  ]   ||   no  [  ]   ||   occasionally  [ x  ] DRUGS ?:   yes  [  ]   ||   no  [  ]   ||   occasionally  [ x ] DRIVER LICENSE ?:   yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ x ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED ?:   yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ ]   ||   almost/detained  [ x ]

two sighs, perfectly in-sync, rang out a couple seconds after jungkook opened his stupid mouth. daehyun was sat at the kitchen table, stirring a lukewarm coffee with a dirty spoon, the bags under his eyes more pronounced these days. rania could see it, the things that troubled him beneath his eyelids, holding her brother the way no sibling should.

daehyun just stared at jungkook, wiping his finger under his nose before wrapping his hands around his mug of coffee. he couldn’t tell if jungkook was serious or not, but somehow, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was. it’d be a very jungkook thing to do - die at the hands of somebody he knows, and dare daehyun hope - someone he cares about. 

your archetype is the chosen one.

traits: authentic, brave, bold, intuitive, natural, passionate, stubborn

the chosen one is most commonly used to symbolize the light side, and the heart of the story. unlike the warrior, they barely ever choose to fight on the front lines of a battle. although they will stand up for what they believe in, they do it in a way that is diplomatic, so that they don't create more conflict than there already is. they do not feel the need to be credited in their achievements and victories, and would rather have their confidantes and comrades have the eternal glory and spotlight. they are content with the happiness of those they care about, and place friendship over all else. the chosen one is always picked for the role, hence the name. their fate was placed upon them from birth, and due to their hero complex, and need to help the meek, they follow instructions, and do what needs to be done.

fictional characters that are chosen ones: harry potter (you saw that coming from a mile away), frodo baggins, percy jackson, katniss everdeen, jon snow, daenerys targaryen, elizabeth bennet, patroclus, buffy summers

jungkook is one of the things she will never be able to explain. a blinding white light in a world that’s progressively gotten darker, dulling her expectations and dreams of a future far away from here. she’d taken her younger years for granted, she wasn’t accepted back into school, she’s moved in with her brother- she’s legally considered an adult. she’s not an adult. jungkook is not an adult. he’s just a boy. and he’ll always be her boy, like daehyun’s always been hers, and anyone close to her became nothing more than property. 

jungkooks bright light was fading. slipped straight through her fingers when she wasn’t paying attention. he wasn’t the jungkook that she fell ‘in love’ with. but how could she have any idea about love ? 

she knows now that jungkook is here, not for her, but for his own peace of mind. because jungkook couldn’t turn on her. he doesn’t love her, not in the way she once wished he would, but she finds that she doesn’t have the emotional capability to fret over feelings more intimate than she’s comfortable with these days.

she feels stiff when he hugs her. she can’t remember the last time she hugged jungkook- or daehyun, or her mother, father, anybody- but she relaxes, because jungkook has never been any threat. even if he was, what has she got to lose ?