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prompt : ( Taehyung x Reader ) You get lost while exploring the woods with a couple friends, this unknowingly leads to you going back in time and meeting the love of your life. The only problem is that, of course, you can’t stay.
genre : romance , angst , time travel au
word count : 5k
muse insp : Christina Perri - A Thousand Years ( spotify , youtube )
note : if you’ve seen this story before, it’s because it was on my previous blog, jungtookthejams. i’ve moved it to this one because i worked so hard on it.
disclaimer : i did my research for this fic, some of the information is true while some of it is made up for the sake of the plot.
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It was a normal day for you, at first. You woke up in your queen sized bed, rolled around in the soft sheets and comfortable blankets for about an hour, then finally decided to get up and make some breakfast. You ate by yourself, then sat on your couch and watched some Korean dramas.
Just a normal Saturday.
Your friend, Mina, texted you, asking if you wanted to come with her and her boyfriend into the woods for a night. Her boyfriend was into supernatural stuff and the like, so this didn’t surprise you.
Y/N: yeah, whatever. As long as i don’t third wheel the whole damn time
Minass: lmao ok, meet us at the 7/11 at 7pm. We might stay the night
Y/N: wtaf
Minass: u’ll see! It’ll be fun!
Y/N: leave me be, peasant. I’ll be there
Minass: :D
She was really too much sometimes, but you loved her nonetheless. And so, you began to gather some belongings into a small bag to take with you. Your phone, its charger, a few articles of clothing, and your water bottle. With that, you sat back down and waited until it was time for you to get dressed and leave.
* * *
Mina was waving at you from her boyfriend’s car in the parking lot when you arrived. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked over to the black vehicle, welcoming yourself to sit in the back seat.
“Hey, Y/N,” The boy in the driver’s seat greeted you, flashing you a small grin in the mirror.
“Hi, Kennah,” You smiled back at him as you fasten your seat belt, getting comfy in the leather seats, “Thanks for letting me come.”
“No problem,” He responded as he began to drive down the road.
“Y/N,” Mina giggled, “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” You murmured, “Glad to have all my projects and essays done for midterms.”
“Ugh,” You friend groaned, “I still have to finish my essay on the Goryeo Dynasty. Can you go over it with me? You’re a history nerd!”
You sighed, “All right, I’ll quiz you on what I know off the top of my head. First of all, what year was the kingdom of Goryeo established?”
“Um,” Mina mumbled, “908 CE?”
Shaking your head, you sighed, “No, no, it was 918 CE. Who established it and was the first king?”
“Oh!” Mina smiled, “I know this one! It’s-”
“Taejo,” Kennah cut her off, smirking, “King Taejo.”
Mina pouted and stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend, making you chuckle, “Correct. Now, Mina, who were Taejo’s three sons?”
“Okay, um, Namjoon, Taehyung, and.. Seokjin?” The girl stuttered, seeming unsure of her answer.
“Yes!” You grinned at her, “Which one of the three was the crown prince, and later went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history?” You smirked internally; it was a trick question.
“The crown prince was Kim Seokjin,” Mina explained, “However, he never became king because he was assassinated before he could, he was age twenty-five at the time. Instead, Kim Namjoon, the second oldest, went on to become king when he was twenty-nine, and he went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history.”
You clapped excitedly as Kennah went to hold Mina’s hand while smiling at her.
“Well done!” You exclaimed happily, “Now what happened to the youngest, Taehyung?”
“Kim Taehyung was more interested in writing and art than politics. The books Professor Choi made me study actually said that he resented being a prince! So he preferred to stay low and work on his art. He was happy, at least, to not be the crown prince. He became a famous artist later in time, but during his own time, he was more of a loner. He still got married, an arranged marriage, but it was said that he wasn’t happy with the marriage and didn’t have kids at all. His art and literature became famous much after his passing.”
“Yes!” You giggled, giving her a high-five, “Who’s the nerd, now?”
“Still you,” She stuck her tongue out at you.
* * *
“All right,” Kennah chuckled, pulling into a section of dirt beside the forest, “We’re here.”
“Wonderful,” You mumbled, “We’ve been in that car forever. Where even are we?”
“Sorta near the border,” Mina responded, getting out of the car with you and Kennah following her, “The Manwoldae Palace, or what’s left of it, isn’t that far from here. Cool, right?”
“What,” You laughed, leaning against the car, “You think the ghosts of the royal family are here?”
“Maybe,” Kennah grinned, looking into the dark forest in front of you all, “Come on, let’s go.
“I regret this already,” You sighed, following the couple into the darkness. But within minutes of stepping foot in the woods, you lost sight of them.
“Hey, guys?” You called out, “Can you come back here? Mina, can I grab your sleeve? I can’t see shit.”
You, however, got no response.
“Guys?” You called out again, gripping your bag in a slight panic, “This isn’t funny!”
Absolute silence greeted you. Beginning to freak out, you pulled out your phone, only to realize that you had no signal. Groaning, you covered your eyes with your hand and sighed.
“Okay,” You mumbled, “If I just turn and go back the other way, I’ll get to the car and I can wait for them there.”
So, you set off the way you came, using your fully-charged phone (you’d kept it on the charger in the car) as a flashlight to guide your way out of the condensed, dark forest. Swiping branches out of your way, plants nipping your legs bare legs (you only wore a plain black shirt and combat shorts with a pair of boots), and getting smacked in the face by several leaves, you attempted to navigate yourself back to the car. After minutes of walking, you became uneasy as the trees seemed to become endless. Shouldn’t you be back at the car by now?
Suddenly, a thick fog rolled into your vision, making it even harder to see. Was it even supposed to be foggy tonight? Hell if you knew.
Squinting your eyes as an attempt to see through the mist, you staggered forward, when your foot caught on something and you were sent tumbling down onto the hard ground. Groaning in pain, you lifted your head and used your hand to blindly search for your phone. The second your fingertips touched the cool plastic of your mint coloured phone case, you took hold of it and used a nearby tree truck to pull yourself up and balance yourself on.
Huffing, you turned your focus back ahead of you and continued trekking, the light from the flashlight on your phone illuminating your path. Or, the fog in your path. The light was useless now, but better than walking in the pitch black dark. You continued to walk, silently cursing Mina for dragging you into this mess until something odd came into your scrutiny.
Was that a.. palace? An ancient Korean style palace?
There was no way, the remains of the ancient Goryeo palace may have been near where you and your friends decided to explore, but no one has built a recreation of the palace, especially not near the original location.
Deciding to shrug it off – who cared? Where there’s any type of palace, there are probably people who can get you out of here – you continued walking through the woods to get to the large structure. Around it were torches; real, on-fire torches. You had to give it to the reenactors, they went all out to make sure it was olden-like.
You turned off your phone’s light and stuck it back in your bag as you approached, there were two men dressed as ancient guards standing in front of the palace gates. One saw you walking towards them and seemed to do a double take before pointing the tip of his spear at your throat as you were about to speak, blood almost trickling down your throat.
The other guard glared harshly at your pathetic figure, “Halt. State your name and business, why are you at the Manwoldae Palace at this ungodly hour?”
Eyes slightly wide, you took in their appearance and words. The Manwoldae Palace was destroyed sometime in the fourteenth century, it was burned to the ground and there was no recreation of it as far as you knew. What were these men talking about?
You gulped, “Um, my friends and I were going to explore the woods a little, but I ended up getting lost. Our car shouldn’t be far from here-”
“What is this ‘car’ you speak of, outsider? Why are you at the palace gates? Do you wish to do harm to the royal family of Goryeo?” The guard with the spear to your throat pressed, shoving the sharp tip further into your skin.
“N- No!” You squeaked, “I- I am simply lost.”
“Lost?” The other guard narrowed his eyes, “Where are you from?”
“Seoul,” You said in response, “I came from Seoul.”
“There is no such place!” The first guard hissed, “I shall kill you.”
“P- Please,” You stuttered in fear, your eyes wide, “Please don’t hurt me!”
Before anything else could happen, a smooth, deep voice punctured the air, “That’s enough, men. I shall deal with the girl.”
You looked behind the guard to see a tall man, his attire obviously royal-like. He looked down at you with a soft smile.
“Yes, your Majesty,” Both guards responded, going back to their original posts. The princely figure made his way in front of you and gently took your hand, pressing a kiss to it, “Good evening, my lady. I am Prince Namjoon of the Goryeo region, under King Taejo’s rule.”
You blinked, your mind hazy. He looked exactly like the artwork done of Prince Namjoon. Was this some type of fucked up dream? Did you pass out in the forest?
He let go of your hand and slid it up to your shoulder, gently guiding you in front of him into the palace. You decided to play along, still not sure what was going on.
“I am L/N Y/N, your Majesty. I am sorry for intruding on your palace so late at night-”
“No worries, Ms Y/N. You are lost, yes? We will make sure you get home safely. Where are you from?” He coolly responded, smiling as you looked in awe around the palace.
Holy hell, you thought, the detail! They got every little intricate detail down about the palace’s structure and decor.
The gold, the candles and torches, the velvet carpets; they had it all.
“Seoul,” You mumbled, still dazed.
“Seoul? I have never heard of such a place.”
Whipping your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed, “It’s the capital city of South Korea.”
“South Korea? Where is that, exactly?” He seemed genuinely confused, his expression similar to yours.
“Here!” You had the urge to yell, however you swallowed that urge and licked your lips nervously, “It is far from here. I wish to not go back, I fled to escape my cruel family. If you allow me temporary hospitality, I will repay you with whatever I can get my hands on upon leaving to support myself on my own.”
“I see,” The prince nodded, seemingly deep in thought, “I will let my family know of your presence. For now, I shall lead you to a room to stay and.. Change,” He glanced down at your outfit, making you bite your tongue from shooting a snarky remark in response, instead looking down with an embarrassed blush on your face with a nod.
* * *
You sat on the large, plush bed and stared at your hands. What was happening? Were you really in the tenth century?
Were you ever going to see your friends and family again?
You sighed and slid your hands down your face, biting your lip. This was all too much to take in. Maybe if you sleep, you’ll wake up tomorrow in the woods. Or better, in the car.
Looking over at the nightgown on the dresser, you nodded, making a mental decision, and stood up to slip into it.
* * *
You never did get any sleep that night.
Now, it was a week later, and you sat in the private garden with the youngest prince, Taehyung, listening as he rambled about brush strokes.
“For outlines of things or thicker areas of colour, you use thicker, more bold strokes. Then, for detail, you use a smaller, thinner brush for lines of the same..”
You never thought the loneliest prince was so outgoing and a conversationalist. He was so fun to be around, by far your favourite of the three, and he was bubbly and cute. He didn’t seem like the type to be a prince, nevermind the prince of Goryeo!
Of all your studies of Goryeo, you never imagined it would be this beautiful and wonderful. The doctrines, recreations, and artwork really did the era no justice.
“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?”
You jumped out of your thoughts to turn your head to Taehyung with a sheepish smile, “No, I’m sorry.”
He sighed and chuckled at you, “Always in your own little world. I’m glad my father allowed you to stay with us. You’re different from other women.”
“Oh?” You mumbled, looking down a bit. He hummed and nodded, “Yeah. You’re more straight-forward and easier to talk to. It’s like you don’t care about gender, that just because I’m a man doesn’t mean we can’t sit and have a conversation. Especially despite my status.”
You bit your tongue from making a remark about how people are equal despite gender and that everyone’s human, that no one shouldn’t be able to not have a conversation with someone else because of their gender or status-
“I like having you around.”
Your head snapped up to look at the prince, who was grinning down at you, “You’re not uptight like my brothers or any others from my family. I feel like I actually have a friend.”
You gave him a soft smile and gently set your hand on his arm, “I’m so glad you think so. I think of you as a friend as well, I’m grateful to have you during this hectic time in my life,” You sighed.
The young man hummed, “What is your story? Namjoon didn’t tell me much.”
Sliding your small hand down his arm to set it back down on the stone bench the two of you were seated on, you sighed. Of course, you couldn’t tell him the truth – or could you?
No, not now. Maybe later on, if you stay long enough. Then again, it’s not like you knew anything about time travel to leave anytime soon anyway.
“I am the daughter of a nobleman. He had lots of riches, but he was cruel. Behind closed doors, he beat my mother and I. So, I took my mother and we ran. My mother died during our journey, but I didn’t stop. I stumbled upon your palace and a guard almost killed me, but Prince Namjoon came along and took me in before I could be killed.”
Taeyhung’s eyes were slightly wide, “I see. How awful... I’m sorry that happened to you.”
You gave him a pained smile, “No worries. What happened, happened; it cannot be undone.”
“That is true. Let’s change the subject, yeah? I’m of my twenty-first year, and you?”
It took you a second to realize that he was asking for your age. But once knowing that he was twenty-one, you also immediately calculated the year you were currently stuck in.
Taejo was born in 877, and founded Goryeo in 918, making him thirty-one years of age when he did so. He had his first son, Seokjin, when he was twenty-eight, and Namjoon when he was thirty. Then he had his youngest, Taehyung, when he was thirty-one. That meant that the current year was 939 CE. You bit your lip upon remembering that Taejo of Goryeo died in 943 at age sixty-six, and Kim Seokjin died in 940 at age twenty-five.
All the more reason not to get attached to anyone of the royal family, or anyone of this time. You were going to have to go home eventually.
“I am of my twentieth year,” You murmured.
* * *
You’ve been in Goryeo for a month now. You smoothed out your dress as you greeted Prince Taehyung at a bridge near the palace.
The youngest prince and yourself had grown very close in your time here. You didn’t like to think about it. Especially now that you were catching feelings for him.
“Y/N!” He called, a large smile on his face as he gently set his hands on your arms, “How are you? I just finished an inscription I’d love for you to read over for me!”
Taeyhung wanted to be an artist and a scribe. You saw that the doctrines and biographies of the prince that you’d read did not lie – this was truly his passion.
“I am well, Taehyung, and I’d love to read over your writing. I’m sure it’s just as amazing and beautiful as the last one I read.”
“You flatter me,” He giggled, taking your hand, “Come, I wish to show you something!”
You laughed as he tugged you along, blushing lightly from the contact.
He lead you to the stables, where he let go of your hand and held the reins of a horse instead. The majestic creature had been saddled and ready to go – he must’ve prepared this.
He grinned at you and you gave him a nervous smile in return. Namjoon had attempted to take you on a horse ride a couple weeks ago, and it did not end well. You had to scrub mud out of your hair for fifteen minutes straight.
Taehyung took you by your waist and lugged you on the horse, making you squeak and hold onto the saddle for dear life. He laughed at your uneasiness and hopped on behind you, taking the reins in his hands and gently willing the horse to begin walking forward.
“You’re cute,” The prince muttered, looking down to give you a cheeky smile.
You blushed lightly and puffed your cheeks, “Did Namjoon tell you what happened last time I was on a horse?”
“Yes,” He answered coolly, “And Namjoon can’t ride a horse to save his life. He’s very clumsy, the last person I’d trust to take me horse riding. Relax, I’ve got you.”
You sighed and nodded, leaning back into Taehyung’s chest and watching the scenery as the two of you rode down a path. The silence was not awkward, but comfortable. You felt the young man set his chin atop your head at a point in the ride, and smiled to yourself.
You were enjoying this too much.
Your smile turned bitter.
* * *
Three weeks later, you found yourself in the royal library, looking in the ancient books for anything that could help you get home.
You were starting to fall in love with this place, and you couldn’t allow yourself to do that. You had a family back home, and it would be wrong to leave them. It would be even more wrong to possibly alter history further than you already have.
Your biggest problem, one that you had to face, was that you’d fallen in love with Prince Taehyung.
While flipping through the pages of the olden literature, you found an old legend; a natural phenomenon that seemed to cause something not-so-natural.
It was said that the sun became too powerful for eyes to bear, causing anyone who looked right at it to go blind or have severe sight problems. It happened once in a blue moon, and once, during this strange occurrence, a woman dissipated into thin air while standing on a bridge. The very bridge you met the prince on a few weeks ago.
It didn’t take you long to figure out what this was; a solar eclipse. A partial solar eclipse.
Instead of the area getting dimmer, which it does in the slightest, the sun seems to become more powerful as staring into it can burn your retina and/or your cornea.
If you remembered correctly, this happened over Goryeo on the seventeenth of September in 939.
That was in two days.
Suddenly, you knew; this was most likely your way home.
* * *
Later that night, you called for Prince Taehyung to join you in your room. You paced back and forth until a soft knock rang out, causing you to take a deep breath before opening the door. There stood the prince in all his glory, his face seeming worried.
“Are you all right?” He asked frantically, looking at your appearance.
“Yes,” You responded, biting your lip, “Come in.”
You closed the door behind him when he walked inside and sighed, facing him, “I’ve been lying.”
“W- What?” He croaked, his eyes wide.
“I am not from a place far away. Well, I am but... I am not from this time, Taehyung. The city of Seoul is not that far from where this palace stands, but it is more than one thousand years in the future.” You explained, searching his eyes for any signs of hostility.
“Are you saying you’re from the future? Y/N, did you hit your head or something? Shall I take you to a doctor?” He moved to hold your hands, still worried.
“No, Taehyung. Here, I- I can prove it,” You pulled away from him to fish out your bag and old clothes from where you stashed them all that time ago under the bed, lying them on top of the mattress.
“That clothing, and that bag. They are not from this time. Have you ever seen anything like them?”
“I-” The prince stammered, shaking his head, “No, but it could be from another country. Not the future.”
You huffed and opened the bag, taking out the contents: more clothing from your time, your bright pink water bottle, your phone, and its charger.
“What are those?” Taehyung asked, leaning over them.
You took your phone and powered it on, causing the man to jump in place as he watched the Apple logo appear on the screen.
“This,” You said, “Is technology. It’s called a phone, specifically an iPhone. That rubber-like chord, there, gives it power. See? Tell me this isn’t futuristic.”
The ancient prince blinked, watching as the device powered on, “I.. cannot give any other explanation. I suppose it would also explain why you suddenly showed up at the palace... I believe you,” He turned his gaze to meet your eyes making you smile.
You set the phone down and gingerly wrapped the man in a hug, which he returned enthusiastically.
“Taehyung,” You mumbled into his chest, “I have to go home soon. I have to leave.”
He let go and held you by your shoulder, pushing you back only slightly, “Soon? H- How soon?”
“Two days,” You mumbled, looking down.
Taehyung’s face crumbled as he stared at you with pained eyes. He took his hands off of you and reached into the pocket of his silk robes, “I.. wanted to give you something. I was saving it for.. A little later on, but now I want our time left together to last.”
You snapped your scrutiny up at him, “What.. What is it?”
He fished something out of his pocket and held a ring between his fingertips, it was covered in emeralds, rubies, and other rare jewels. Your eyes widened as he smiled shyly, “This belonged to my mother. She told me to give it to the one I wished to marry. I want to marry you, Y/N.”
You blinked, attempting to register the situation. Of course, in this time, there wasn’t really courting; it was marriage. Usually arranged marriages, like the one Taehyung was supposed to get later in life.
“I’ve grown to be attached to you... And I want- wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But now, I want you to accept the ring, not to marry me, but to take it back with you and... Remember me.”
Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded, stepping closer to him once again, “I’ve developed romantic feelings for you as well. I tried to push them away because of course, my departure is inevitable but I just.. Can’t.”
Taehyung stepped closer to you as well, so that your chests were touching, and gently slipped the ring on your finger while searching your eyes with his, “I’ll never forget you, okay? None of us will.”
“I’ll never forget you all either,” You sniffled, tears beginning to fall.
The prince gently shushed you, wiping your tears before cupping your face and planting a soft kiss on your lips.
You were going to miss him. You were going to miss Goryeo.
This was going to be harder than you imagined.
* * *
After looking into the books a bit more, you discovered the exact time and place you had to be to leave for good. And so, at high noon, you changed back into the clothes you arrived in and snuck out of the palace, knowing that anyone who saw you would order you to change immediately.
You let the king know the night before that you would be making your departure. You thanked him for the longer-than-planned hospitality and quickly scurried away, intimidated by the founder of Goryeo.
You asked Taehyung to meet you at the bridge before you had to leave, and as you arrived and saw no sign of him, you sighed. You couldn’t wait; it was now or never.
You stepped in the middle of the bridge and looked at the partial eclipse, the bright sun hurting your eyes. You watched as your fingertips began to disappear and bits of solar light surrounded your body.
This was it.
Suddenly, you heard a loud, deep voice call your name. An all too familiar voice.
Whipping your head in the direction of said voice, your eyes widened upon seeing your love running towards you, tears in his eyes.
“Taehyung,” You mumbled as he hugged you, careful not to knock you out of the spot you had to be in to leave. He sobbed on your shoulder, you would’ve run your hands through his hair, but they, along with your arms, were disappearing.
“I don’t want you to leave. Please... Don’t leave me.”
“I have to,” You cooed, “I’m sorry.”
He released you from his death grip, watching as you dissipated before his very eyes.
“No,” He whimpered, capturing your lips in a needy, passionate kiss.
He let out another sob as he pulled away, watching as your crying figure continued to fade.
“I love you,” The prince whispered, watching you with helpless eyes.
“I love you too,” You gave him a soft smile through the tears.
And then, you were gone.
* * *
It’s been a year since you travelled to the time of the Goryeo Dynasty. You wrote a very successful book titled Through Time, There Was You. You’re currently at a signing event which includes a Q & A session, which is taking place right now.
“Ms L/N! Was there an inspiration for this book?” A woman asks.
You smile brightly and hold the microphone to your lips, “Yes, in fact, there was. A personal experience, followed by the painting done by Kim Taehyung of the Goryeo Dynasty. His most famous piece, of a maiden disappearing while standing on a bridge, surrounded by lights. The one titled ‘Her,’” You play with the jewelled ring on your finger as you wait for the next question, twisting it and running your opposite thumb over the emeralds.
A middle-aged man asks the next question, “You mention the Goryeo Dynasty a lot in Through Time, There Was You. Do you have a connection to it?”
“Ah,” You hum, thinking, “Not directly, no. But I have always been fascinated with it and any of my friends can tell you that I’ve always been a history nerd, especially when it comes to Goryeo. You could even say I went there once,” You grin cheekily.
“Okay,” The manager of the event says loudly, “We have time for one last question. You, young man with the blue jacket in the back.”
Said man makes his way to the front with a microphone in hand. Upon seeing him, you furrow your brows a bit. He looks awfully familiar, if only you could place it...
He has dyed dark brown hair that’s a bit long, like a mullet. Smooth, tan skin, and even lips that curl into a boxy smile. He’s wearing ripped jeans with a silk dress shirt, black Gucci shoes, and a blue Gucci jacket. You’ll hand it to him, he has style.
When his teary eyes meet yours and his voice rings throughout the library, your eyes go wide and you almost drop your own microphone as tears well in your eyes as well.
“Do you believe in reincarnation?”
You bite your lip as the two of you gaze at each other for a few seconds. You know then; it’s Taeyhung.
You then break out into a huge, dumb smile, and bring the microphone back to your lips, “I do now.”
Sungjin would immediately recognize the exhaustion of a bad day written all across your face when you walk through the door. He’s been there many times too, and would work to make you feel better through methods like cooking your favorite dinner or binging your favorite show for the remainder of the night. But first, he would greet you by taking you into his arms for a great big bear hug and just hold you for a few minutes. And if you start to cry, he would hold you for even longer, just wanting you to know that he was there for for.
“I know today must have been tough, but it’s over now. It’s okay to cry, (Y/N)-ah. I’m here for you, sweetheart, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Jae
Jae wouldn’t notice the signs at first. Most likely, you’d either have to let him know about your frustrating day, or he’d put two and two together after a while. Eventually, when he does figure it out, he would do his best to take your mind off of it. He’d crack the lamest jokes, pull the strangest faces and say the stupidest things just to see you smile. By the end, you’ll probably be roaring with laughter or groaning with disgust. All thoughts of your day long, long gone.
“Hey (Y/N)! What do you call the security outside of a Samsung store?… Guardians of the Galaxy! Get it? Because Samsung has the galaxy phones…”
Brian
Brian is another one who would notice you had a bad day without you speaking a single word. Similar to Sungjin, he would want to make you feel better and would do so by pampering you. You would barely have time to take off your shoes before this boy is dragging you toward the bathroom, where he had already began to run a warm bubble bath, complete with your favorite scents. When the tub is full, he would help you undress and slide into the water. Kneeling by your side, he would massage your shoulders and demand you tell him about the worst parts of your day.
“Just sit back and relax, baby. Let me take care of you, okay? Why don’t you tell me about your day? Start off with the most tiring part.”
Wonpil
Wonpil would already know about your tiring day, judging by the strange and unusual style of your texts. Wanting to see how you were, he would visit you at your own home. After finding you curled up on your bed, looking so weak and exhausted, his heart would break into a million pieces. He would pull back the covers, slide onto the mattress next to you and pull your body into his own. The rest of the evening would be spent cuddling, Wonpil pecking soft kisses over your face every now and then. Occasionally, a tear would cascade down your cheek, but he would quickly wipe and kiss its remnants away.
“Awww (Y/N)-ah, don’t cry! I hate it when you cry! It’s okay, don’t think about today and just lay here with me. I love you so much…”
Dowoon
Dowoon would be concerned about you, seeing as you hadn’t answered his phone calls or texts. Like Wonpil, he would decide to visit and talk to you in person. However, he would be surprised to find you laid across your sofa, sobbing into the nearest throw pillow. Not exactly knowing what to do, this cutie would give you your space. He would sit on the opposite end of the couch and place a gentle hand on your calf. Murmuring softly, he would tell you how sorry he was and ask if you want a hug, leaving the decision of skin-ship up to you.
“I’m so sorry you had a bad day, (Y/N)-ah. Do you want a hug? How about we spend the rest of the night together?”
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prompt : ( Jungkook x Reader ) Jungkook is suddenly transported to the 21st century, and you’re stuck with him until he can get back to where he belongs.
For a long time, your life was completely normal. You were just a girl. You had a happy childhood, you went through the pain and puberty of middle and high school. Now you were awaiting your second year of college, the heat of summer keeping you inside your apartment.
You were never a fan of the heat.
It was an ordinary day of this hermit-like nature on which your life changed. You were no longer normal.
* * *
You’d been on FaceTime with your best friend, Jisoo, for a couple hours. Laughing about high school memories and complaining about your freshman year of college. But you heard what sounded like a distressed man outside your apartment. You scrunched your nose up and looked over at your door. Jisoo proceeded to make the same expression, “What are you doing? I can see up your nose. Gross.”
“You’re doing the same thing, you know,” You looked back down at the screen, giving her a pointed look. She laughed. “Okay, whatever. I have to go help my dad in the shop anyway. Later.”
“See you,” You mumbled, letting the phone drop onto the couch as she hung up. Drifting over to the door, you pressed your ear against it to further listen to the distressed man.
“What is this,” You could hear him mumbling, “This.. thing. This architecture. Where’s the palace?”
Palace? Was this guy nuts?
Slowly, you opened your door, only to find a guy about your age in medieval looking clothing, staring you down with dark, chocolate brown doe eyes. His clothing was odd, like he’d just walked out of one of those weird fantasy festivals. He wore a simple long sleeved shirt and long rugged pants with stitched leather shoes.
“Who are you?” He spoke in a clear and demanding tone. You jumped lightly, clearing your throat. Your confidence wasn’t very high, after all, considering you were in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Um.. my name is Y/N. Are you okay?” Was your meek answer. This guy was scary, honestly. He looked you up and down and made a disgusted look. “What are you wearing? How disgraceful.”
Well, he’s rather rude as well.
You face heated up with an embarrassed blush. “They’re called home clothes, okay? What’s your name?”
The man huffed at you, staring you down for a few seconds before finally giving you an answer, “Jungkook.”
Then, he fell face first into the floor.
* * *
Jungkook was out for a couple hours. You’d dragged him inside your apartment and into your room, tossing him on the bed. After a bit of work, you’d gotten him all comfy and started taking care of him. He now lay there with a damp rag over his forehead while you sat at his bedside. You didn’t know this man, yet you were still concerned about him and his health. Though he might have seemed a tad mentally ill, you wondered what exactly his story was.
Staring at him sleeping, you noticed his rather beautiful features. He was slim but toned for sure, he had high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His nose had a certain slant to it that was just adorable, and his lips were perfectly uneven.
Too bad his hair was so long.
You let out a soft sigh, staring at him. His eyes blinked open and for a second, he seemed like he was going to rip your head off and run out the door. But he stopped himself as he saw you jump, as he saw how concerned you were and how you’d probably helped him.
He took a minute to speak, “Please, where am I?”
Your expression turned perplexed as your form slowly relaxed. He didn’t know where he was?
“You’re in Seoul, Korea. Are you feeling well?” You gently removed the rag and he sat up, nodding. The male looked around the room, scanning everything within his scrutiny before looking back at you. “I think I might have travelled forward in time.”
It took you a bit of time to let the words sink in. “Are you mentally ill? Did you escape a hospital?”
“No!” He was quick to react. Jungkook then sighed, his figure slumped in defeat and disappointment. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m a war general.”
You hummed and grabbed your phone from the bedside table, ignoring the man’s questions about the device. You typed his name into Google and, shockingly, you had to believe him. The painting of Jeon Jungkook you found looked exactly like him. He was from 1396.. Somehow, he really had travelled forward in time.
Either that or he was an insanely impressive doppelganger.
“Okay,” You said slowly, “I believe you.”
The taller was eyeing your phone suspiciously still, but stopped and looked back at your eyes after you spoke. “Thank you,” He said sincerely, offering a small smile, which you returned. You set your phone down and stared at him intently, “So how did you get here?”
He held a hand to his head as if suppressing a headache, “I don’t know. The last thing I remember is training with Namjoon. It was storming. Lightning struck right outside the window, and then I was here.”
“I see,” You mumbled, thinking. The storm caused it, then, but how does that help in getting him back? You decided to focus on that later. You nodded to yourself and stood as he watched you, looking like a confused bunny.
“I’ll help you get back home. But first, we have to modernize you.”
His eyes went wide with dread, “M- Modernize me?”
Your lips twitched upward in an evil, sly grin, “Yup. Say goodbye to your luscious locks, Jungkook.”
His expression immediately changed to fearful and defensive as he backed away from you and held his hair in his hands, “No. I’ve been growing this out for my entire life! That’s 21 years of growth!”
this is honestly not what i anticipated lskfjds like i forgot tumblr existed entirely ... i was going to post a lot on this blog and get it up and running like the old one but
nope
i decided to forget about it instead
to all my moots: im so sorry. sosososososo sorry. if yall a wanna talk again, heres a list of social media u can chat w me on:
twitter: seungmop
kakaotalk: mochiimochii
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i dont know when i’ll start writing again ... but hopefully soon.
new followers, non-moots: feel free to message me on my other social medias ^^ as well
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As a child, you'd only heard mere stories of the "Red String of Fate" from the mouths of your parents and grandparents. When you were younger, you took it a little too seriously; you always blabbered about it in your elementary classes and usually got in trouble for it. As you got older, of course, you dropped the subject, not believing in the soulmate nonsense anymore. But it was something you never really forgot, something that lingered in the back of your mind as nothing but a fragment of your childhood. Little did you know how real it truly was.
It was a normal day to your eighteen-year-old self. You sat in your parent's bakery at the counter, your chin in your palm with your elbow propped up on the counter. The apron you wore (by force, of course) covered your knees as you spun on the stool you sat on. Heaving a sigh, you picked up your phone and scrolled through your Instagram feed. Your eyes shot up when you heard the bell on the door ding, and you made eye contact with a cute, shy-looking boy who seemed around your age. He walked closer and looked at the pastries on display as you shot him a small smile, putting your phone down. Your spinning came to a stop, leaving you to politely face him.
"Hi," You said, gaining his attention, "Just let me know when you're ready to order. We also sell coffee and tea, for here or to go."
"Ah," He flashed you a smile, "Thank you."
You nodded in response and turned your attention to the cash register, staring at it and daydreaming. You didn't really want to get on your phone while a customer was in the room.
After a few more seconds, he approached the counter, making you look at him with a polite smile. His lips raised to mirror your own before he spoke, "Can I have a walnut pie and a small cup of coffee for here, please?"
You nodded as you jotted his order down on your handy notepad, "Want creamer and sugar?"
"Ah, yes, please," Came his response. His voice was smooth and melodic, you noticed, it wouldn't surprise you if he were a vocalist.
"All right," You chimed, "It'll be ready soon. And what's your name?"
"Jeongin," He replied, taking the time to look around again.
"Got it," You nodded before hopping off your stool and gathering his order. While pouring the coffee into his mug, you heard the bell go off again and looked over before realizing it was just Chan -- he was a usual. A busy college student, but your friend nonetheless. He came by for a quick to-go coffee and left almost daily. You also took note of the time -- late evening, your brother should come in for your shift soon.
Finishing Jeongin's order, you made Chan's coffee without asking and slid it across the counter, earning his signature grin, "Why, thank you, Muffin."
You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "Stop calling me Muffin. Just because I work at a bakery doesn't mean I'm a muffin."
"Yes it does," The older responded simply, sliding you the payment for the coffee across the counter. You took the money and put it in the register, shaking your head, "Don't you have that thesis due tomorrow?"
"Don't you dare remind me," Chan groaned before sending you a quick wave, taking his coffee, and leaving. You chuckled but waved Jeongin over. The boy stumbled to stand quickly and rush over, taking his order and giving you a quick thanks, then proceeding to go back to his booth and taking out a laptop. At first, you thought he was lonely, but now you understood he probably just came here to get some schoolwork done in the peace and quiet. You'd bet he knew Seungmin, who told him to go to the little cafe you worked at. You shook your head at the thought as you sat back down at your stool. Seungmin was a good friend of yours, although you went to different schools because you lived on the border of the district, you still saw each other often. Then, he graduated and went onto college almost immediately. You, on the other hand, wanted to wait until you were nineteen or twenty to go to college. You wanted a bit of a break. He, too, liked to study and work at the cafe.
You fixed your posture and smiled as another customer came in.
* * *
You found that your worthless brother never came in for his shift, of course. Jeongin stayed working until it was nearly closing time. You heaved a sigh as you were wiping down one of the tables, looking over at the boy. He was just as focussed on his work as he'd been for the past few hours. It made you wonder just how on Earth he could work for so long, assuming he was working, anyway. He had papers skewed on the table in front of him and he stared almost angrily at the screen.
You gingerly tapped his shoulder, making him jump slightly and turn to look at you. Offering a small smile, you explained, "We're closing soon. Would you like a coffee to go?"
"O- Oh!" He stammered, looking around as he scratched the back of his neck, "I didn't even notice. But uh, no thanks on the coffee."
Chuckling, you nodded and took his mug to the back to clean it. You heard him shuffling to get his things together and leave. What you didn't expect was being suddenly tugged back by some force on your wrist. With a small grunt, you looked down to see that there was a thin red string around your wrist. "What the hell?" You muttered, tugging on it experimentally. The string was around your wrist, and it lead all the way out the door into the main area. It was attached to something else.
You heard some distressed noises coming from the main area, which sounded strangely like Jeongin. Setting the mug on the counter near you, you padded out from the back to see what you were connected to and what Jeongin's problem was.
Your eyes became the size of plates as you realized that he, too, had a red string around his wrist that was connected to your own.
"What is this?" You muttered, walking over to him. The boy's scrutiny followed the rose-coloured fabric to see the link between the two of you. Before your very eyes, the string shortened until it was about two metres long. The both of you gaped at each other as cars passed the quiet cafe, their headlights shining into the windows as they went by.
* * *
After getting over the initial shock, you ended up taking Jeongin to your apartment. You couldn't walk away from each other and there was no way you could stay in his college dorm. The two of you sat and decided to get to know each other, or at least the basics of each other's character.
You didn't know how long you'd be mysteriously attached.
You learned that it was his first year of college and he was older than you, though not by too much. He was a business major since it was a large topic that could be used for several different jobs. You were right to assume he was a vocalist, because he was. He loved to sing and even had a dream of becoming an idol. You found this all to be intriguing, you figured you wouldn't mind his company.
"What about you?" He said suddenly, leaning over his arms on the table, "Tell me about yourself."
You let a small smile grace your lips as you hummed, thinking. "Well," You started, "I'm eighteen, and I plan to go to college next year. I work in the cafe because my family owns it, though I do most of the work, to be honest with you."
"That's weird," Jeongin commented, "You just graduated and they're making you do all the work? Plus, you moved out really early."
You raised your shoulders in a shrug, "I have an older brother, but he barely ever shows up for work. To be fair, my parents pay me extra for the overtime my brother causes me."
The conversation continued, you couldn't pay attention to how long it'd been. Talking to Jeongin was strange because although you'd only known him for a few hours, you felt as though you'd known him for years. You were comfortable with him.
You soon moved to the topic of the string around your wrist, slightly begrudgingly. You didn't want things to suddenly turn awkward because of what you thought was a myth.
The two of you were still calming from laughing over a story Jeongin told about his childhood. You sighed and gave him an apologetic look, "So, this string."
The boy hummed, nodding, "Do you have any idea of what it is or what it could mean?"
"Well," You chuckled nervously, "As a child, my family used to ramble about some red string that connected two people. Those two people would be destined to fall in love."
Your guest hummed as he took in the information, his fingers drumming on the table, "So they're... Soulmates?"
"Exactly." You nodded, "But the problem is that in those stories, the string is invisible to the human eye. So I wouldn't rely on it."
Jeongin was quick to speak, "I heard those stories as well. But I heard an added detail; sometimes the string malfunctions, and you can actually see it when that happens. It disappears again during the next full moon."
You massaged your temples at his remark. Those stories were myths. But then what would explain the string tied to the two of you? Were you really soulmates?
"Okay," You said slowly, "Are you okay with staying here for the time being?"
"Yeah, it's easiest. I have classes during the week, though.." He responded, trailing off nervously.
Smiling and standing, you shook your head as Jeongin hopped up as well, "I can take off of work to follow you around if I have to. I'm sure we can prove to your professors that I have to be there if they ask. Come on, it's late and I have an air mattress you can sleep on."
The older nodded and eagerly followed you into your bedroom and closet. Together, you lugged the air mattress out and set it next to your bed. Jeongin plugged it in and turned it on, letting it fill with air, as you pulled some blankets and pillows out for him and threw them on the mattress.
After struggling to do both of your nightly routines, you got yourselves sorted and said your goodnights.
* * *
The first night was rough because neither one of you could sleep. You were in shock still, and Jeongin was in a place he wasn't used to, plus the shock. You were both lucky it was Friday. Morning came and went. You and Jeongin took turns showering, the other having to sit outside the door. It was slightly uncomfortable, you have to admit. It felt like you were hovering over each other's shoulders all the time. You weren't sure you were too fond of it.
As Jeongin was drying, you took out your phone to see when the next full moon would be. It was roughly a week away, exactly nine days. You could handle that... Right?
* * *
Later on, the same day, you were perched on your couch -- with Jeongin, of course -- reading a book. The boy next to you flipped through the TV channels aimlessly, dressed in some of the bigger, more comfy clothes you kept around the apartment. You made sure the articles of clothing you'd given him were your brother's hand-me-downs. It was nothing special, a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. You were in similar attire; your own pair of sweats adorned your legs and a large white Puma hoodie covered your torso.
The sound of Jeongin heaving a sigh filled your ears and you turned your head to look at him. "There's nothing good on," He whined, tossing the remote aside after landing on some nature documentary about owls. "What's your book about?" He asked curiously before you could respond, peeping over your shoulder. You chuckled at him and stuck your thumb on the page you were on before halfway closing the book to show him the cover.
"It's a romantic novel," You responded, watching him gawk over the well-designed cover, "It's about the human race hundreds of years in the future. They live in space shuttles and ships because the Earth has undergone another ice age. A girl goes to another ship for a job and ends up falling in love with the captain, who is really strange and mysterious. It's pretty good."
"Woahhh," Was apparently the only thing the older could muster as he gazed at the book, then back at you. "Are you enjoying it?"
You nodded quickly, letting a wide smile grace your face as you couldn't help but geek out a little bit, "Yes! The characters are so well portrayed and the plot just sucks you in-"
Jeongin stopped listening, honestly. Because all he could focus on was the smile on your face and the twinkle in your eyes as you blabbered about the book you'd been reading.
How cute.
* * *
Later that day, the two of you decided to go to Jeongin's dorm to move some of his clothes. He would be involuntarily staying with you for a week, after all. So you grabbed one of your duffel bags and hopped in the car to drive him to the college he was attending.
Upon exiting the car (both of you had to climb out of the passenger side), you realized it would probably be awkward to go into the boys' dorm with him. You were a woman, after all, and the two of you were bound by a red string. Could others even see the string as you could? You weren't sure.
That being said, you let the crisp autumn air envelope your skin as you stepped out of the car, the wind blowing your hair into your face. Fixing the beanie on your head, you gave Jeongin a small smile as you began to follow him towards the building. The boy gave a small chuckle, "Don't worry, (Y/N). We won't be here long."
A light pink dusted your cheeks. "You could tell?" You let out a sheepish chuckle, "Am I that obvious? This is going to be so awkward."
"Nah," The older responded as he held the door to the main lobby open for you, "It's okay. I have a room to myself, anyway."
You slipped into the dorm building with a small thanks, relishing in the warmth it offered. "Really?" You looked at him from the corner of your eye, "Lucky."
Jeongin stepped back ahead of you, grabbing the string that connected the two of you to drag you along at a faster pace, "I dunno. It's nice for studying but it can get boring otherwise."
Humming, you let him drag you up the stairs and down the halls to his room, the duffel bag in your other hand. As he unlocked the door, you immediately slipped in before he could and threw the large bag down to look around your companion's living space. It was modest and shockingly clean for a freshman in college such as himself. You could imagine that Chan's room was probably the opposite.
"Come onnn," The inhabitant of the room whined, picking up the bag with one hand and grabbing yours with the other to take you to his bedroom.
* * *
It didn't take too long to get Jeongin's things. The two of you were back at your apartment in a matter of thirty minutes. After helping the older put his things in an orderly fashion in your apartment, all you wanted to do was rest. Your new (temporary) roommate, however, insisted that you help him study. So, here you sat. You were across from him at your kitchen table, reading from neatly made flashcards he had taken the time to create. You couldn't have cared less about what you were saying, but a smile remained on your face. When the child-like teen got literally anything correct, he would give a toothed smile. His eyes would sparkle before turning into little crescents and he would let out a small, proud giggle.
How cute.
* * *
You were dreading having to go to Jeongin's classes with him. Through an encounter with the lady at your apartment building's lobby, you learned that others around you couldn't see the fiery string that bound both of you to each other. Maybe you could sneak into the lectures, the older boy had said that they hold about one hundred people per lecture. With that, you could infer that it was a large university (you'd seen the campus, after all, and it was huge) and also probably a good university. You might be fake attending college with prodigies!
When expressing this to Jeongin on the way there, you were laughed at. But his laugh was not teasing or making fun, it was soft and amused.
"There are plenty of mediocre students," He said, "Seoul is just so large that a lot of the colleges around the area have thousands of students. Seoul University is the most popular, but that doesn't mean it's the most successful."
Glancing at the rearview mirror as you drove, you let out a puff of air as you mumbled under your breath, "For a freshman in college, you sure sound wise."
Yet another laugh filled your ears. You couldn't help but smile.
* * *
The day went by quicker than you anticipated. People had asked you several times if you were Jeongin's girlfriend, to which you let a soft pink dance across your cheeks as you told them that you weren't. Soon enough, you were eating lunch. Then you just went home, since Jeongin had only three classes that day. Tomorrow he'd have five, then the next day only one. And all of them were mostly different classes!
College confused you. You were starting to reconsider even going.
When you got back to the apartment, the two of you lazed around and spent time together doing nothing. At night, you helped the boy study. This became a routine.
Wake up, shower, eat, go to university with Jeongin, come home, do nothing, eat, study, and go to bed. You didn't realize just how much you would end up missing it.
It was the night of the full moon that you realized it.
* * *
As you were putting the colour coded vocabulary cards in Jeongin's bag, you heard the college student's voice pipe up from behind you, "It's night. I can see the moon, but we're still bound."
"I think we need to wait ‘til morning," You replied, zipping up the bag as you turned to face him, "Maybe the moon needs time to do its job."
He nodded with a small hum. His scrutiny was fixated on the moon that could be seen from your kitchen window. The moonlight gently caressed his smooth skin in the most perfect of ways. His high cheekbones seemed even more prominent, but not too sharply prominent. It was a soft contour that made you want to take a picture of the beautiful human in front of you.
You thought about that picture as the two of you headed to bed. And you were shocked when you awoke at ten in the morning, the boy you'd grown feelings for no longer present. As you sat up and looked around, you realized he'd folded the blankets neatly on top of his bed. All of his things were gone. As you wandered the apartment in a depressed daze, you noticed that he'd also left you a note on the kitchen table.
Thank you for dealing with me and helping me so much, (Y/N). I wanted to let you sleep in, so I left for class as usual. I hope I can see you again soon, and I really hope that the string wasn't an entire malfunction.
- Jeongin
Sighing, you set the handwritten note down and rubbed your temples. What did he mean by that? Was he coming back?
* * *
It was that evening you saw him again. You were huddled up on your couch, watching The Princess and the Frog, because what else was there to do at a time like this? Nothing.
Hearing a knock at your door, you let a groan slip from between your lips as you stood -- leaving the blanket around your shoulders -- and padded over to the door. Upon opening it, your mouth formed a perfect o as you gazed upon Jeongin himself. He had a nervous smile on his face as he held a bouquet of white roses as well as a box of chocolates.
"I was thinking," He said, "And I know that the string tied us together for a reason. I- I think you're my soulmate, (Y/N)."
You gave a bright smile as you nodded happily, gently taking the gifts he'd held out to you, "I think you're my soulmate too, Jeongin... In fact, I know you are."
His smile grew brighter, "So.. wanna hit the cafe for a late night date?"
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