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Concept: Ink marks (similar to tattoos) are on your body, When your soulmate is in the vicinity, it’ll slowly move, as if reaching out. When you two touch, the tattoos will connect.

I really like bullet fics, so this little series will be written in this form :)

- Admin Sun

There was always a thin, red marking starting at the crook of your arm 

It never moved compared to those around you. You always kept staring at it, wondering if it at least grew a cm or something 

But it never did. It was just this small, red dash on your arm that looked like a rash. Of course, it wasn’t 

Unlike those around you that had different ways of meeting their soulmate, yours consisted of a red inked marking that were to grow and connect when you meet your soulmate 

You haven’t and it makes you feel kind of...hopeless in a way 

Your friends had the same thing as you and managed to meet their soulmate. You watched the way the red marking crossed along her arm and onto the palm of her hand, trailing across her middle finger, the the tip forming a bow that connected to her soulmates that finished the rest 

It was a pretty sight and actually made you eager to find your soulmate as soon as you can 

It was always an exciting feeling to find the other half that’s missing and seeing the inking grow slowly and ultimately connect with the one you’re destined to be with, was something you hope you would get to experience soon 

Namjoon sort of felt the same, but didn’t want to rush it 

He just shrugs his shoulders at the concept and lets time decide for when he will meet his soulmate 

His friends would bug him, wondering why he can’t be somewhat excited that his literal half is out there in the world probably thinking about him 

Namjoon, once again, just shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t understand the hype about meeting your soulmate 

They were just a regular person - how is one person able to make the other feel something they don’t feel with anyone else? 

“My soulmate will come whenever time tells,” he would often say. 

But to be honest, Namjoon was afraid. He fell for a someone that had a soulmate. 

And when he fell, I mean he fell. Hard. He was madly in love with this person. It hurt him though - he knew he couldn’t be with them. 

Everyone in this world had someone and Namjoon didn’t want to meet his soulmate anytime soon. That’s why he’s so nonchalant about the idea and even hesitant to go outside 

But every so often, he would stare at the inked marking on his right arm, seeing that it has barely moved. He would gaze at it for quite some time, actually wondering about what will he feel if it suddenly just started to move. Will he run out and find his soulmate? 

One day after work, you went to a new cafe that just opened right near your job. It was in a corner, kind of hidden from everything else. 

When you entered, it was a nice modern, wooden aesthetic and had lots of succulents and plants. It felt like walking into a Studio Ghibli movie. 

You ordered a vanilla latte and situated yourself in an open seat, taking out your laptop. As you sat down, waiting for your latte, a stranger who sat at the table beside you quickly got up, scaring you a bit as his empty coffee cup nearly fell onto the floor. 

“Oh god, I’m going to be late,” he muttered as he ran out of the cafe. 

You watched him go and then stared back at where he sat, seeing he left a small notebook. You grabbed it and flipped through the pages, seeing song lyrics and ideas for music. 

You bit your lower lip, wondering if you should chase after him and hand him the notebook. It seemed pretty important due to how worn out it was and the many pages were filled with quick, messy writing and scribbles. 

You quickly stood up and left the cafe, wondering where you should go. Where should you turn. You decided to go back towards the main roads of the city. You basically ran wherever, hoping you’d find this stranger.

You then nearly rammed into someone and fell back until his arm reached out and grabbed yours to prevent you from falling 

You looked up at him to see his hair messily flying everywhere. Was he running back to the cafe to get his small notebook? 

“Um, your notebook! You, uh, left it,” you said, handing it to him. 

Namjoon took it from your hand and sighed in relief.

“I was nearly going to have a heart attack when I realized it wasn’t in my bag. Thanks,” he said, giving you a smile as you saw a dimple form. It was cute and you blushed a bit. 

“N-No problem. The book seems important,” you said. 

Namjoon flipped through the notebook and nodded. Before he even spoke, he saw the red inking on his right arm completed. 

“Oh! You met your soulmate?” you asked, seeing the finished ink on his arm. He chuckled. Maybe you were so caught up trying to find him, you didn’t realize yours was completed as well 

“Yeah. Recently! I didn’t expect us to meet the way we did, but I’m glad. And the more I look at her, the more I realize that she’s kind of...cute.”

The blush in your cheeks became redder. Did you hear him right? 

“Huh? What?” you asked. 

Namjoon took your hand and showed you the finished red ink. It flowed down your arm, across the palm of your hand, trailed to your middle finger, and you watched how it connected to Namjoon’s. 

“O-Oh!” you said, laughing at how you didn’t notice it earlier. 

“I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“y/n! Nice to meet you,” you smiled widely. 

And as you gave a bright smile at Namjoon, he finally understood why people were so excited to meet their soulmate. You were literally beaming in front of him, nearly out of breath with pink cheeks, and somewhat messy hair as well. But he found it cute and he thanked the world for letting him meet someone like you. 

“So...if you’re not busy...would you like to hear what’s in this book?” he asked, pulling out the small notebook from his bag. 

Hanahaki Disease: a fictional disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim’s romantic feelings for their love also disappear. 

I decided to try something new and write this scenario in bullet form! Enjoy! 

- Admin Sun

You always loved flowers, but never knew that you would suffer from them 

You have always been in love with Jeon Jungkook, your childhood best friend 

You both were at the age of five when you both met. It all happened when you complimented his favorite red sneakers he wore on the first day of school, which ultimately won over his heart. 

He then enthusiastically asked you to be his friend and you were like “okay” because why would you say no to someone like Jungkook? 

Ever since that day, you both became very close and did everything together

On weekends, you both went to the nearby pond in your neighborhood to catch tadpoles

On other days you both would spend it indoors watching movies or playing video games 

There was never a day that went by where you both weren’t together 

As you got older, you began to notice certain traits and quirks that made Jungkook the person you fell in love with 

He was always kind, sweet, sincere, and also the biggest, weirdest dork you’ll ever meet. He never fails to make you laugh and you always have a smile on your face whenever he’s around 

He was basically a perfect human in your eyes - a gift from above 

As your love grew for Jungkook, so did the distance between you both 

Jungkook came running to you one day after class ended, telling you about this girl he has been talking to for quite some time and was wondering if you could help set the two up 

The way he asked you, hands clasped together, eyes full of hope, made you feel uneasy

He liked someone else...someone that wasn’t you 

And you hated the fact that you knew - that you weren’t the one that made him feel this amount of happiness that this mysterious girl did 

You felt your throat itch and burn. Your stomach was rupturing in pain and your heart was swelling up. Then you felt your lungs being constricted within your body. 

Before you could say anything to Jungkook, you ran to the bathroom, barged into an empty stall, and bent over the toilet, seeing crimson red roses fall into the waters, along with a few droplets of blood 

With the sight of flowers and blood before you, you sat down and knew what you were suffering from. 

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook, the military’s top Student, gets stuck with escorting the Princess to the next kingdom over to meet her Prince. 

Told in the view of Jungkook. 

Part 1

I’m sorry it so long to post up part 2! I want to make this story as great as Jimin’s and plus, I hate university!!!!! Enjoy!^^ 

- Admin Sun

We rode into a local town and decided to spend a night here. The sun was out and the heat was really getting to us. We placed our horses in the stables of the inn before entering. I asked for a two bedroom room and the innkeeper gave us a funny look. The Princess was minding her own business as I rolled my eyes and just handed her the money before grabbing the key. We then trailed up the stairs and into our room where we placed our things onto the bed.

"You can use the bathroom to change into something lighter. I'll change out here," I said.

"Okay. I'll say something when I finish so I don't walk in on you still changing," she said, making me chuckle.

"Sure thing." She then went into the bathroom and I sighed, taking off my military suit and tossing it to the side. That thing was heavy, thick, and made me sweat at least a river. I sighed, putting on a pair of jeans and a white button up. I then laced up my combat boots and felt so much better. Although traveling through the summer seemed like a good idea, it was horrible in the day. The amount of sweat I'm producing is insane.

Second row. Third seat from the end. First class of the day. 9:00AM. Was it weird that Taehyung kind of remembered your schedule and exact seat every morning class? He’d always watch you walk in, nervously glancing away as you made quick eye contact with him before sitting down and sighing. By the dark circles under your eye and the ballcap on your head, Taehyung guessed you were up late last night. He pouted to himself. It wasn’t fun seeing you like this.

You yawned to yourself once more, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you felt your eyes grow heavy. It was another night of rigorous studying for your organic chem midterm and you were ready to jump off a building any minute now. Everyone knew orgo was hard and even the university you attended knew that the highest grade on the exams was a “60.” Yet, nothing can be done to make the material easier because the concept was just difficult to understand. Thus, your sleep schedule was entirely gone. What was a sleep schedule anyway? People still had those?

You yawned once again and saw your psych professor walk in, ready to start a new lesson. Taehyung already saw you dozing in and out before he could even begin his lesson. Usually Tae doesn’t take notes because he’s a genius and one of the smartest students in class. Every psych test, he aces. He even is on top of his math and science classes too. Everyone knew him and how much of an intelligent being he is, and yet he couldn’t get you to notice him at all - even if he is sitting a row behind you. So he took this chance to take down the notes of this lecture since he knew you’d always wrote down the notes on the slide shows. And then afterwards, maybe he could buy you a cup of coffee or something. That was the plan he intended on.

Halfway through the class, you were passed out, head buried within your notebook. Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle as you were just gone. Whatever you did last night must’ve stressed and worn you out. Your professor didn’t seem to mind that you were asleep and in fact, there were a couple of those that were also asleep. At least you showed up to class rather than skip. And plus, he knew that there was some correlation between the students that were asleep.

“Um, why are most of my students taking organic chem this semester asleep? Was there a major test or something?” he spoke up.

You immediately shot up and looked at him, feeling as dead as ever.

“Y-Yeah,” you replied, rubbing your eye, “there’s an exam later today.”

Your teacher gave a nod, wished you all luck, and presumed with his lesson. You felt your eyes grow tired and fell back asleep. Taehyung stared at you, now understanding that it was that difficult chemistry class that was keeping you from being awake. Taehyung rested his chin in the palm of his hand, wishing he would’ve asked if he could study with you. After all, he is in your chemistry class. You just haven’t noticed him because he’s towards the back, zoning out the lesson because he’s that much of a genius and understands it all.

To be quite honest, you knew Taehyung existed and you knew how smart he was. You were just too timid and shy to say anything or even ask for help. Everyone knew how smart he was and whisked him away for help before you could even walk up to him. So most of the time, you utilized the tutoring sessions at your school or searched the web for hours, looking for a decent video to help. It made you feel sad though, because you heard how many people said Taehyung helped explain the material and simple terms and how aside from being the smartest person in the entire world, he was a genuinely nice, sweet guy. No wonder every girl that comes across him fawns over his existence.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and saw that it was your professor. “Class is over, ______. Why don’t you rest some more before taking your chem exam?” he suggested.

“I’d love to, but the exam is next. Also sorry for falling asleep,” you said, packing away your things.

“It’s fine. Good luck!”

You gave a nod and left right away. Taehyung watched you leave and followed after since you both did share the same chemistry class too. As you walked into the lab, you took a deep breath and exhaled, pulling out your water bottle and drinking it before settling down. Once everyone made it, the exam began. You stared at the questions and flipped through it, shocked that you knew most of the answer. But instead of getting too excited, you did each problem slowly and diligently, making sure you didn’t make any small mistakes.

About an hour into the two hour time period you were given, Taehyung was the first one to stand up and turn in his work before leaving. You watched him pass you and stared at him. As he handed the exam in, he turned slightly and made eye contact with you, gave a smile, and left. Your eyes widened as you felt your heart shake in your chest. You quickly went back to your exam and repeatedly told yourself to focus and that you were almost done. Once the exam is over, you can head back to your dorm and sleep until the next day.

You finished five minutes before the period was over and in fact, was the only student left in the room. As you handed in your test, you felt a huge wave of relief wash over you as you left the lab room, the door closing behind you as you learned against it, sighing.

“All done?”

You looked up to see Taehyung get up from the ground as he zipped up his backpack. You furrowed your eyebrows as your hands gripped the straps of your backpack.

“You were waiting…out here the whole time?” you asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. Want to grab some coffee? You look like you need it,” he grinned.

“I’d like that,” you said, walking beside Taehyung before you began to talk to him about the exam.

You were explaining how at first, when you saw the questions, you knew the answers. But when it came to the last two questions, it stumped you really hard. You told him what you did and the methods you took to solve it, then doubted yourself half-way through the problem. You then shrugged your shoulders, and finished the problem the way you started it. If you were positive that you got the other problems right, then getting two wrong was no big deal.

“I think you should avert your mind away from that exam and be happy that you can relax for a bit,” he said, opening the door for you to your campus’s local cafe.

“I know,” you sighed, “I’ll stop worrying about it. Promise.”

He chuckled as he saw you pat your cheeks repeatedly before turning to the menu, eyes reading the different drinks they had to offer. You were torn between something cold and sweet or warm and bitter.

“Have you decided yet?” asked Taehyung as he stood beside you. You noticed how close he was and tensed up a bit.

“I-I think I’ll just settle on the honey mint tea,” you said. Taehyung nodded and told the barista your orders. Before you could interject and pay for your own drink, Taehyung already swiped his card and was then handed the receipt.

“My treat,” he said, “you could barely keep awake in psychology.”

You both found a table near the window and sat down. Taehyung dug into his bag and gave you a few sheets of paper.

“What’s this?” you asked, holding the paper in your hands.

“Notes,” he said, “I know how you always take notes in class and…well…”

He was now blushing as you giggled to yourself, thanking him as you placed the papers in your backpack.

“Thanks,” you said. Soon, the barista called Taehyung’s name and he got up, went to get the drinks you both ordered, and placed the white mug in front of you, the steam from the tea relaxing every nerve in your body.

You blew against the hot liquid before taking a small sip.

“Feeling better?” asked Taehyung, chin rested in the palm of his hand as he looked at you.

You blushed slightly as you smiled shyly. “Y-Yeah! Thanks. This is just what I needed after a long week.”

Taehyung then sat up and smiled widely. “Great! So what are your plans for tomorrow?”

I tried to make this as fluffy as I can. Enjoy!

- Admin Sun

You placed the company’s phone propped up on its stand as you adjusted the screen so the angle was straight. You then sat back, started the live stream, and watched the number of viewers increase as well as the many hearts people sent you. You stayed quiet, a shy smile on your lips as you read comments. After a couple hundred of people were awaiting your livestream, you began your introduction.

“Hey guys! It’s ______ and today is the livestream you all have been waiting for! Today, it’ll be a Q&A of my life before being an idol. As you all know, my story of how I became what I am today, isn’t all that special. I was just a normal girl who loved music and k-pop that I just decided to audition. And here I am today,” you said, giggling to yourself in embarrassment. Your members had courageous stories of how they fought for their dreams while you just auditioned and luckily made it. But despite that, you did work as hard as they did and didn’t let a day go by where you weren’t grateful for where you are.

“Okay, I have a bunch of questions saved from my post on Instagram where I asked you all to send me whatever you wanted to know before I became an idol,” you said, showing the camera your phone with the long list of questions.

“Did you ask her a question?” asked Jimin as he shoved Jungkook who was sitting beside him.

BTS was currently watching your livestream since your group and theirs happened to be very good friends. You both collaborated for photo shoots and music and through that, maybe Jungkook developed a small crush on you. Even though he avoided you like the plague the whole time and you thought he didn’t like you, Jungkook was just nervous to say anything. Every time you walked near him or wanted to ask him a question, he’d run away.

“Uh, I asked who was her favorite group,” he said, staring at the screen and giving you little hearts every time the meter filled up.

“But don’t you know the answer to that?” asked Taehyung, leaning towards Jungkook as he saw you answering what type of student you were in school.

“No. Why? Do you know?”

Taehyung nodded and took a sip of tea from his mug. “Yeah. She told us that she was a fan of us at the last photoshoot we had.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “What? Really? Why didn’t I hear of this?!”

“Because you ran away every time she came up to us,” teased Yoongi from the kitchen stool, looking away from his laptop.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he pulled the hood from his hoodie over his head. He continued to watch the livestream, waiting for you to talk about how BTS was your favorite group. And maybe you’ll spill out who’s your favorite member.

“Okay next question…what group was your ultimate favorite?” you read. Jungkook’s ears perked up as he pulled his hood down.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP,” he said, increasing the volume on his phone.

“But no one was–”

“I SAID SHHH,” said Jungkook, covering Jimin’s mouth.

“My favorite group was, and actually is, BTS,” you said with a shy smile as you scratched your cheek lightly.

“God she’s so cute,” he muttered to himself.

“I became a fan of them during Boy in Luv and just fell in love with them. But I never really thought that I would be in a position where I had a chance to do photoshoots with them and even collab to make music! It was so hard to hide the fact that I was such a big fan of them. But after talking to them often, they’re really kind-hearted and funny people. I told them that I was a fan before all of this happened,” you explained, gesturing to your current appearance and status,“and they were pretty surprised at how someone like me, as normal as ever, became an idol and close to my favorite group. Most of my motivation and inspiration comes from not only my members, but BTS too. I think we all can learn a thing or two from them.”

Jungkook was now blushing so hard to the point his cheeks were super pink. All of his members made fun of him for being such a fan boy towards you. He couldn’t say anything though. He just thought you were too cute.

“My favorite BTS member?” you asked, biting you lower lip. “Uhh…if I tell you guys, please don’t hurt me.”

You then playfully laughed after the end of your scentence, but was a bit serious. There are some fans out there that are very problematic and will possibly do something if you told the world your bias from BTS.

“My favorite member is…Jungkook,” you said, blushing as you cleared your throat.

“Oh look! She likes you!” pointed out Hoseok. Jungkook placed his hands on his cheeks and patted them.

“Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? Did she really say I am her favorite member?”

“I can punch you to see if you are,” volunteered Yoongi.

“Nah, I’m fine,” spoke Jungkook as his eyes averted back to the screen.

You then kind of just rambled on about why he was your favorite member and what made him your favorite member. You talked about how talented he was and how much of a great dancer he was too. You went on about how during the photoshoots and music you guys did together and how much you admired his cool facade on camera and enjoyed his shy, dorkiness off camera. You even pointed out how he ran away from you every time you tried to talk to him.

“Maybe he has a crush on you,” you read as you laughed.

“Oh no. I highly doubt it,” you said, “he’s like that around my members too.”

“Eh, I mean you comfortably talked with everyone else, but froze up whenever it came to ______,” said Jin, shrugging his shoulders.

“But do you like Jungkook?” typed Jimin on to the Vlive chat. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he tried to grab Jimin’s phone. He already pressed send and saw the question float up under some weird username he created. He saw that you read the question and felt his heart ready to leap out of his chest.

“Yeah, I do like Jungkook. He’s a great guy. What is there to not like about him!” you happily said. Jungkook was now on the floor, gone. Your cuteness and sweet personality has officially killed him and he has lost this battle.

Jimin chuckled to himself and typed another message. “He’s currently on the floor dying, but he likes you too.:)”

You saw the comment float up from the same username, but didn’t say anything. You read it, giggled to yourself, and decided to end the livestream. After saying your thank yous and goodbyes, you ended the livestream and took a deep breath. You then grabbed your phone and texted Jungkook.

You: so…one of your members told me you like me?

Jungkook stared at his phone and saw your name pop up along with a message. His breath hitched in his throat as he shoved the phone to Taehyung.

“Read it. Please.”

Taehyung unlocked his phone and read the message out loud. Jungkook stared at his phone screen before covering his face.

“Goddammit, Jimin. Why?”

“Because I thought she needed to know. And plus, it sounded like she likes you too! Didn’t you hear her go on and on about how great of a person you are?”

Jungkook nodded. “I know…but…”

“But…?” asked Tae.

He shrugged and took the phone from him, sending you a text back.

Jungkook: yeah…I do. I have a…uh…a crush on…you

You stared at the message sent from Jungkook before giggling to yourself. You then typed back.

You: I had a feeling you did. You know how when you’re in elementary school and you’d run away from your crush? Yeah, that’s you except we are not children but Adults™️.

Jungkook laughed at the use of the trademark sign you used, but didn’t reply since he saw another speech bubble appear.

You: but..I like you too. I just didn’t understand why you were so hesitant to speak to me.:(

Jungkook: because I was shy??? I know, me, a shy boy afraid to talk to his crush ;; but I guess I am now :))

You: then maybe we can talk in person? Over a cup of coffee or hot chocolate? I think a cup of hot chocolate sounds waayy better than coffee. Just saying.

Jungkook grinned widely.

Jungkook: I like hot chocolate! When should we meet up?

You: umm…on the weekend? Around 6 in the evening? I’ll double check my schedule and let you know!

Jungkook: same here! But even if I’m busy, I’ll break the rules just to see you.;)

You giggled to yourself, feeling your smile widen from his over-the-top cuteness.

You: then it’s a date! But if you run into some trouble, it’s not my fault. We do not know each other. I take no responsibility for your rebellious behavior. See you soon, Jungkook!^^

Jungkook laughed to himself, finding your sense of humor to be one of your charms that made him fall for you. Before he replied, he went back to read the first sentence and saw the word “date,” causing his heart to melt and his members to make fun of him. He sighed in annoyance, but couldn’t hide the dumb smile on his lips. 

Jungkook: can’t wait :)

- Admin Sun 

I ship you with Jin! Jin may be awkward himself, but I’m sure he’ll be the one to bring that awkwardness out of you. Even if you may be cold at first, Jin seems the type to not hesitate and warm up to you pretty quickly. And once you’re comfortable with him, he’ll fall in love with your sassy sarcastic personality; something that’ll bring a smile to his face everyday. Your stubbornest and laziness may be contradicting to Jin’s neat and tidy personality. He’ll probably drag you off your feet to make you go on a walk with him or run a few errands just so he can spend more time with you. 

I ship you with Yoongi. You and him together gives me this really chill, chic, artsy couple that’s into anything for the aesthetic. I can see you and him going on adventures to artsy places in the city, doing candid photoshoots. Or on lazy days, it’ll probably be spent in doors where you’ll convince him to play your favorite game. Also, considering you don’t have a specific taste in music, I can see Yoongi letting you listen to a variety of different songs to get your opinion and so on. 

Hi there! Sorry for the very long wait for this, but I ship you with Hoseok. I think with your lovely, bright personality will go well Hoseok’s. I can definitely see you both always laughing and smiling whenever you both are together, have silly moments and also some secret inside joke that you both only get, bringing you both even closer. I think he’ll find it super cute to see you fond over adorable things. Your jealousy might clash a bit with Hoseok, but I see him being the one to tell you that there really isn’t anything to be jealous of; a huge support in your life. 

A short story with Taehyung. Enjoy :)

- Admin Sun

You met him on a cold winter night. Your friend insisted you go on this blind date she planned. The guy was her boyfriend friend's friend or brother or something like that. You couldn't remember since you were so shocked she set up this date without even asking you. It was planned for Friday night at eight. Classes ended at noon and then you had a six hour shift at a local coffee shop you worked at. And now knowing that once you get home, you had to get ready for a date. You were exhausted and also not even looking forward to it all. Why did your friend set you up on the blind date?

Oh right. She was afraid you'll die alone.

"I'm not going to die alone," you said as you sat down in front of her, placing two ceramic white mugs of hot chocolate down. You were on your break and she decided to visit.

"When was the last time you went on a date? Or even had a boyfriend? Let's talk about that."

You bit your lower lip. "My last boyfriend was my junior year of high school. And that was--"

"Two years ago," she finished. She blew against the steam from the chocolate beverage as you looked out the window.

"I don't have time to date or talk to anyone. I have too much work to do and I'm also balancing a job. It's tough," you said, seeing your friend give you this unamused work.

"We're going into the same work field and here I am, with a boyfriend, a job, and a social life," she bluntly said.

"You're so nice. Did anyone tell you that?" you sarcastically said, seeing her narrow her eyes at you as you chuckled.

"I'm just looking out for you, ______. That's why you're going on this date tonight. He's a great guy. He's majoring in computer science and is going into coding. He has connections to Google and will most likely be working for them once he graduates. He's your cute, nerdy guy. Yeah?"

You sipped your drink slowly before putting the mug on the table, staring at your friend. You had to admit, this guy did seem pretty interesting since he had a plan and a career waiting for him once he graduated. But despite being on the road to success, what's his personality like? What if he's boring? Obnoxious? Conceited?

"Okay, but his personality. What's it like?"

Your friend unlocked her phone and scrolled through the messages her boyfriend sent. She began to read them to you.

"He said that he's a funny and great guy. He knows how to keep a conversation going. He's pretty chill too and just a great person overall. Also, he's tall and good looking."

You rested your chin in the palm of your hand. "That's it?"

"I can't tell you everything, ______. That's for you to find out."

You sighed. Yeah this guy seemed decent, but you weren't in the mood to go on this date or even meet him. You were fine without having to worry about someone to cater to. Being single for a bit has taught you how to appreciate and love yourself and also discover so many things you could do on your own. You had to admit though, it was lonely being on your own most of the time. Maybe this blind date wouldn't hurt after all.

And so the night came and you were dressed in a black dress with a simple floral design, paired with a black coat and thigh high, heeled boots. Your hair was curled loosely and makeup smoked out into a neutral glam look. You were currently sitting at a table at some vintage restaurant in the city you never knew existed. The reservation was made by your friend and you knew why she picked it. This place was new and out of the ordinary. The place was dimmed, chic and retro. Also, the food was supposedly the best and worth the money.

You kept checking your phone, seeing the guy was about half an hour late. You've been sitting at the table near the window where the entire world could see the distraught and nervousness on your face, for thirty minutes. You had to sadly tell the waiter to give you more time until he appears and she nodded and went on her way. You knew you couldn't keep her waiting, but it wasn't your fault. This date of yours wasn't showing up at all! Also, you even sent him a text and called, and yet, there was no answer.

Your friend was furious and had to pause her messages to call her boyfriend's friend about why wasn't his friend showing up. He never picked up the phone. You sighed. This was a disaster and you knew this wasn't going to end well. You were just about to get up until a stranger walked in, looked at you, and sighed as his hand reached up to touch his beanie before taking it off.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry I'm late! You weren't waiting so long, right?" he asked, taking a seat in front of you. You furrowed your eyebrows. Was that him? He soon leaned in and whispered to you.

"Just go with it."

You nodded. So this stranger wasn't your blind date at all. "I've been here for about half an hour waiting for a blind date of mine."

The stranger gave a small pout as he took off his coat and hung it on the back of his chair. He fixed his collar and adjusted his watch before turning to you.

"What an asshole. Sorry, I don't know him, but if he stood up a pretty girl like you, then he's an ass."

You giggled. "You think I'm pretty?"

The stranger blushed and nodded. "Sorry to be a stalker, but I was across the street in that cafe. I was typing up a paper and I kept glancing at you and saw that you looked so...uncomfortable. I then decided to just go over and pretended I was late to our 'date'," he quoted. You laughed even more before covering your mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm just...wow," you said. He scratched the back of his neck.

"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable after telling you I was watching you."

You shook your head. "No! Well, it's a bit weird, but I'm just...relieved I won't have to sit here alone and keep the waiter waiting for this no-show."

He chuckled lightly. "I'm Taehyung. And you are?"

"______. Nice to meet you."

From then on, the waiter came back and gave the guy a weird look, like she was willing to smack him upside the head for you. But you shook your head slightly when Taehyung was staring down at the menu, still deciding what to order. She then furrowed her eyebrows and you smiled shyly and shrugged, seeing that she understood that he wasn't the blind date you were supposed to meet. Anyway, you were ready to order and so was Taehyung. Once she took down your meals, off she went, leaving you and Taehyung to get to know each other.

You learned that he wanted to become a teacher for kindergarteners since he adored children more than anything in this world. You giggled when he talked about how excited he was and could see how well he fit the occupation. He was bright, sweet, and really kind. Being a teacher for children was perfect. Then came to you. You told him how you really like drawing and building things and that you wanted to become an architect.

"Woah! Really?" he exclaimed, trying not to sound over-excited. But he really couldn't contain himself.

"Yeah," you replied, laughing slightly. "My parents always bought me building blocks growing up and I would constantly build different types of structures and knock them down to start all over. Since then, I kind of knew what I wanted to do."

The night went on and you both eventually finished your meals and stayed a bit longer to talk. You both couldn't stop talking considering you two had almost everything in common. It was like you found your soul mate. (Except you didn't want to go too far into thinking you did.) It didn't hurt to think that, though. He was everything you ever dreamt of; a handsome, intelligent, kind, warm human being who shared so many interests with you. It felt like a dream come true.

"Woah, it's getting late. Maybe we should head home," he said. You nodded and Taehyung paid for your meal, making you stare at him as he laughed.

"What? You thought I was going to let you pay for it?" he asked, opening the door as you walked out.

"Yeah. I mean, it's the least I could do to repay you for saving my almost horrible night."

"But it's not so horrible now, is it?"

You looked at him with a shy grin and shook your head. "It's probably one of the best nights I ever had."

You then began walking back to your university. It happened to appear that Taehyung also attended the same school as you and dormed in the next building over. Since you both had completely different majors, you didn't share much classes with each other. But besides that, at least you both finished around the same time and planned to meet up again.

"I had an amazing night, Taehyung. Thanks for saving it. I owe you one," you said as you both stopped in front of your dorm's building.

"Why don't we go on another date? An official one - where you don't get stood up," he suggested. You grinned.

"I'd like that a lot."

You then exchanged numbers and once you got your phone back, Taehyung kissed your cheek, wished you goodnight, and you both went on your way. As you rode the elevator up to your dorm, you swiped your card and pushed the door open, seeing your roommate still awake.

"How was the date?"

"Amazing. I'm glad he stood me up," you said, flopping on the bean bag on you floor.

"What? You met someone else?"

You nodded. "Kim Taehyung. And it's funny because he lives in the other dorm building over there. Who knew he was right here all along."

You friend giggled. "Crazy, right? Now tell me everything."

Yep! The link should be under the description bar, but i don’t think it’s updated to the most recent scenarios written. I’ll make sure to do that soon. :) 

Anonymous asked: Angst Pleaseeeeee! Any member of your choice! Sad endings pleassssssse! I love your jimin one recently! It made my heart ache but I loved it

Inspired by Urban Zapaka’s I Don’t Love You 

- Admin Sun 

"Yeah, I'll be over soon. Bye."

The call then ended and Jin lowered his phone from his ear. He stared at the screen before it went black as he sighed. Every phone call felt like this; felt so lost, distant, empty. You used to say you loved him at the end, but you stopped and he wondered why. He never asked and instead, said "I love you" at the end of his calls. He then would hear a long pause and you would say "me too." Then, the line went dead and he felt a sharp stab in his chest.

For the past few months, he felt like something was slowly falling. He didn't exactly know what was going on or why. You seemed distant lately that whenever he called to catch up on you or asked you to grab a bite to eat, you would always turn him down. You'd tell him you were busy with work or your studies or you were too tired and wanted to sleep. Jin would then offer to come over and keep you company, but you turned him down and said you just wanted to be alone. So Jin respected that and didn't pressure you to change your mind. It was like that everyday, though.

He wanted to see you.

But you didn't.

"So you're going to actually tell him?" asked your friend.

You nodded. "Yeah," you said with a dry voice, "I am."

She sighed as she saw your pained expression. "Are you sure? Maybe you can think this over?"

"If I do, it's going to hurt the both of us even more; maybe him the most."

There was a long pause of silence before you spoke up again. "It's a feeling...I can't describe. But, it's just...I really did love him; the best two years of my life has been with him. Now, I...I don't even know."

Your friend couldn't relate. She didn't understand the feeling you had or what you were going through. All she could do was lend an ear and try to sort this situation out, but it seems as if you made up your mind.

"You...don't love him anymore. That's all. You once did, and now you don't. You can't figure out why because maybe there isn't a reason for everything. You just simply fallen out of love with him."

You looked at your friend and then back at the floor. You nodded slowly. You felt like tearing up a bit, but you held it in. The past two years with Jin were the best, you admitted. There were a bunch of ups and downs and terrible fights that almost broke your relationship, but when those happened, you both would stop, admit your faults, and apologize. He would then pull you into a tight, warm hug and you'd feel relieved. Other days, he would call whenever he can, catch up with you, and the call would last late to the point your sleep schedules were a mess. Sometimes, he'd cook dinner for you or take you out to these restaurants all over the city for something new. He was kind, sincere, generous, a dork, handsome, had the biggest heart ever, and basically was your best friend.

He gave you the best two years of your life.

And now, it'll be over.

You took a deep breath and knocked on Jin's apartment door. You heard footsteps and the door knob turned before the door opened, revealing his tall frame and bright smile.

"Hey," he said with a warm grin. You couldn't smile back, but faked one. He opened his arms and you walked in, wrapping your arms around his torso as you felt a kiss at the top of your head.

You both then broke apart and he closed the door.

"Are you hungry? I found this really cool diner ten minutes from here and it just opened. It's a fusion of eastern and western dishes and--"

"Jin, we need to talk," you said as you cut him off. Jin looked at you and slowly nodded, sitting on the stool by the kitchen counter. You sat next to him, looking at him. He stared at you with his warm brown eyes that were shaking in fear. He knew what was going to happen. He just didn't expect it to happen now.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

"Let's...end this," you quietly said. You looked at him and saw his face completely fall as his eyes watered slightly. He swallowed his pain, lips quivering.

"W-Why? Did I do something wrong? Is there something wrong? You know we can fix this, ______. We fixed so many things in our relationship and we can fix this too."

You shook your head. "You did nothing wrong, Jin. I just...don't love you."

Those three words broke Jin as he looked away from you. He clenched his teeth as he tried to fight back the tears. You didn't love him. He expected something else, but never those three words.

"Why?" he asked as his voice cracked. You could hear his painful sob as he held it back.

"I...I fell out of love with you. It's a feeling I really can't describe. I don't love you, Jin. And if I continue to keep this relationship going, it'll hurt the both of us."

Jin looked at you as you saw a small stream of tears falling from his eyes. You quickly wiped a tear away and stood up, walking towards the door.

"I don't want to say I'm sorry because you would hate it; wonder why I'm being sorry for ending this. But just to let you know," you began as you turned around, smiling through your tears, "thank you for the best two years of my life."

Jin still sat there as he watched you leave.

"Wait," he said, making you stop.

"I know...this is all over, but remember that I'm going to wait for you and hope you fall in love with me again."

You looked at Jin one last time before you closed the door behind you and left. Jin continued to stare at the door, hoping you'd open it and run back into his arms, saying you were sorry and that you didn't want to end this.

But the door never opened.

I’ll be posting the story really soon! I hope you enjoy it.^^