Jungkook used to love the changing of the seasons from summer into fall. It wasn’t just the drastic change in temperature, but it was that the air seemed fresher, more crisp. Though it was chilly, it brought with it the excuse to wear large warm sweaters and scarfs so you were feeling as though you were being hugged all day long. It brought with it spices, pies, hot drinks, root vegetables that were perfect for baking, apples, and candy. The best part was that the days would get shorter, the sun dipping down beneath the horizon earlier, the perfect reason to go home early, put on your fleece pajamas, cuddle up under the fluffiest blanket, and enjoy a hot chocolate or apple cider with a book.

Fall was short and perfect. Jungkook always found it humorous that people would dress up in witch costumes as if pointy hats, stripped tights, and brooms was the perfect depiction of one. He knows better, witches were men and women who looked just like everyone else, finding a witch among humans was much harder than one would think. Now, even reminiscing about his Great ³  Grandfather and his ancestors before him, couldn’t change the way he now feels about the season.

Fall wasn’t entirely ruined for him, but it only brought dread with the horrible reminder that everyday was Halloween for the cursed. Skeleton, zombies, blood, guts, and gore, that was now Jungkook’s everyday life if he decided to pick his head up more than a few inches. The costumes and decorations only reminded him of the dread he must live with everyday, while those celebrate and are excited by the dark and twisted, he thinks if they were in his position they’d wish Halloween to pass fast so that something more cheery, such as Christmas could come along and lift their spirits once again. 

Sighing softly he glances down at Kit and fiddles with his camera a bit before taking a Polaroid picture of his familiar. 

“I suppose you get your wish this year. I won’t try and dress you up in a costume.”

He says with a small smirk on his lips before placing the Polaroid on the table nearest him. Placing the camera in his bag he wraps himself up in a big and soft scarf to match his sweater before he leaves his apartment with Kit. One of the few things he still enjoys about the fall season is the food and drinks the fall harvest brought. 

“Should I get a hot apple cider or a pumpkin spice latte? Well of course I’ll get you a warm milk, but that doesn’t answer my dilemma.”

At this point in his life, he’s not really bothered about what others would think of him as they watch him talk to a cat. Kit was special and knew how to communicate, though sometimes Jungkook wishes it was more than just meows, hisses, and gestures. Maybe if he was a full witch he’d be able to cast some sort of spell so that he could communicate telepathically with Kit...or maybe even find an antidote to his curse.

With a single meow he nods his head and starts walking with his head cast down, trusting that Kit wouldn’t let him walk into anything. 

“Hot apple cider it is.”

The constant vibration of her phone against the mattress causes her to groan and turn around to her stomach to reach for it; almost tossing it from the bed straight on the wall. All she wants is fall back asleep, but her attempt was disturbed by the constant vibration of her phone. Instead of doing what she wanted to do, she turns the phone around to see who’s calling and she lets the phone vibrate against her hand a few times before bringing it up to her ear. “You have three seconds to tell me what you want.” It’s clear to hear from her sleepy voice how she’s annoyed and how she just woke up from her slumber, but it still manages to sound somewhat threatening.

         taewon was busy typing away at his laptop, not focused on the other while they were speaking. he didn’t mean to come across so rude but he had a deadline for this story and the male felt like it could of been the biggest break that he was able to get in his writing career yet, this piece maybe getting him a more important section to write in the newspaper he was already writing small pieces for. 

Starters; @joyfulxrunaway​ (Soren x The Flower) @ofpearlsxgods (? x The Flower) @mxsicaldreams (Nana/Daesuk x The Rabbit)

coincidence ,  or did fortune frown on little one these days  ?  ‘cause it’s years later ,  but he hasn’t aged  &.  still pours over a book held precious between fingers ,  coffee habitually forgotten  &.  no doubt cold .  knowledge of other’s fulfilled life while own is kept secret only makes possibility of reunion dread - filled ;  kara considers the alternative  ----  (  gather belongings ,  sneak through side door ,  forget this ever happen ----  )  ‘  KARA  ??  ’  

SHAMEFUL BLUSHED countenance sinks to cupped palms despite repeated name from barista holding iced cold cream brew hostage .  had he heard  ?  definite no ,  RIGHT  ??  rather than sneak a curious peek ,  small physique nearly trips over self ;  half  -  glide ,  half  -  skip towards voice as if this won’t bring attention  !  maybe not  ---- -  VERACIOUS AUDIENCES can never tell what’s going on around them when sunk between pages .  yes ,  a feat experimented by brunette plenty of times .  grateful bow as drink is collected with faint smile .

If there is one thing that Taemin tries his best to do but fails to do so; it’s taking care of his health. His career often gets the best of him and there are times when he has to stay up or wake up early to do more writing. It’s not a mandatory thing by the industry, really. It’s more of a him thing. He likes to give his publishing company some fear by submitting a completed draft a minute before the actual deadline is due. And to give the people an illusion of him being calm and collected, he, of course, has to pull strings behind the scenes. In reality, however, Taemin is a walking ball of uncertainty and anxiety.

This often gets Taemin into bad positions. Which is why he’s in the hospital for the nth time this year to check on his health. The stress of his uncertain hours and deadlines took a harder toll on him this time as he experienced severe dehydration and difficulty breathing.

He’s lying down on the hospital bed in the ER, unsure of what to do but to look around as an IV drip constantly pumps fluids in his system. He feels uncomfortable just lying here, the wires on his body not making things better for him. Eventually, the boredom takes a hold of him and he decides to start playing with the IV—much like a cat would with a frayed and hung clothing. However, he stops when the charge nurse scolds him.

“Ah, sorry…”

                    Since it was a Wednesday and fairly early in the evening, the ER was rather slow, but no one dare vocalized that because the fates loved to mock them and suddenly send them into an understaffed frenzie. That sentence was banned from everyone’s mouth, those who broke this ban were usually glared upon for a week before they are forgiven. 

Having his hands free at the moment he takes a moment to glance at the computer for those who are waiting to be seen. A man with difficulty breathing came up and that was the most urgent case at the moment. Walking into the other’s room he notices the other playing with the IV line that another nurse had put in upon finding him a room and he scolds the other a little bit, but tries to sound light and teasing. He supposes the other didn’t see it as such as they apologize. 

“Don’t worry about it, last thing we need though is for you to nick your vain, that would hurt and I don’t want that for you.”

The nurse explains before checking over the chart and the IV. It looks as if the other was dehydrated on top of everything else. 

“Taemin yes? Is it okay if I call you that?” 

He asks grabbing his stethoscope to try and check the other’s breathing. It seems as if the other might be having a panic attack, but when someone expresses difficulty breathing and if it’s accompanied with chest pain, that’s rather serious and they need to rule out any heart issues just in case.  

“I’m going to check your breathing, take deep breaths in and out for me, the best you can.”

He asks the patient as he runs his hand over the stethoscope so that it’s not so shockingly cold when he presses it to the other’s chest. 

“Do you have any other symptoms along with difficulty breathing, I need you to be very thorough with me so I can help you feel better again. Any history of asthma?” 

buzzfeed unsolved: supernatural ( sentence starters & still accepting )

It all started from a simple mention of finding an abandoned building while searching random stuff from the magical place called Internet and as someone who’s always been keen to go to places which could be haunted ( it’s that small masochist side of her, wanting to feel the adrenaline in her body because of the possibility of being in the presence of something paranormal ), she couldn’t pass that opportunity. Plus, Halloween is right around the corner, that’s another excuse for her to get possibly scared.

And unlucky Taemin was dragged along with her because everyone else was busy. Or more like he was the first person who came to her mind and she didn’t take a no as an answer.

So there they are, her being as dramatic as she could with her gasp while using her phone’s flashlight to aim the light towards his face and her free hand is resting above her chest. “How dare you say you would murder me if you were a ghost?! That’s like you saying you want to murder me!”

“I never said I wanted to murder you! This is a hypothetical situation!”

Now that’s something she can’t accept as an answer. Briskly shaking her head, she turns the light away from him, trying to show with it where to step next so she wouldn’t step on broken glass or injure herself somehow when she’s further walking into the house. “Nah. That’s literally you saying you want to murder me. Good luck finding your way out of here, because I’m leaving.” More like good luck to her, because she’s not showing any signs of turning around. She wants to explore more of the house, see the different rooms and hopefully be spooked by something paranormal.

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Our muses are hopelessly lost and the sun is going down.

                   For the first time since his encounter with the warlock, Jungkook decided to travel outside of his house without Kit. His familiar was always with him, guiding him, making sure when his mind was elsewhere or just scattered, trying to focus on to many things at once, she would always remind him of the important things. Where he placed something, when he needed to eat, or drink water, something he was horrible at, she was there. He owed a lot to Kit, his life even, he wasn’t sure how to live without her, and yet– He thought it was a good idea to let her rest. 

Jungkook had made plans to spend the day with Taemin. He hasn’t ‘hung out’ with anyone in such a long time, secluding himself from the world till recently. It wasn’t as if he had many friends before the accident, mostly just clientele. He supposes that Taemin could technically be counted as such too since he wanted to talk about his story, something he’s never really verbalized to anyone before. It felt weird and foreign to talk about himself, but also he somehow felt– lighter. As if this weight of carrying this curse has been lessened slightly just by telling one other person, it wasn’t even the full story yet as they were still in the processes of interviews for the other’s next next book. 

Or well, that’s what Taemin said he was interested in. Jungkook still wasn’t sure how he felt about it, being the main character in another’s story. Fiction based on a true story, though he’s not sure many people would believe it was a true story. Taemin himself seemed to be a bit of a skeptic, but intrigued at the same time. If Taemin never believes him, at least he gave the other a good story to write. 

As the interview came to an end for the day, he could feel his stomach growl and cafe cakes and snacks were not going to satisfy him for long, though eating a slice of cheesecake for dinner did sound rather delicious. 

“If you’re free, would you like to grab something to eat?”

Being a local, one would assume that Jungkook would be capable enough in bringing a tourist around for some amazing local cuisine…but without the help of Kit and being able to look up fully, Jungkook got the author and himself extremely lost. It got to the point where he didn’t even recognize his nearest surroundings without people. All he wanted to do was bring the other to an amazing seafood restaurant and yet– 

“I’m so sorry.” 

He says running a hand through his hair feeling a little stressed, useless, and foolish. It was naive to assume he’d be able to go anywhere without the help of Kit since he’s been relying on her for so long. 

As the sun was starting to set the chill of fall nights started to bite at him and probably Taemin too. Jungkook did not prepare enough clothing to be out this late at night. Shivering a little bit, he would have used his cellphone to figure out where they were, or to call a taxi, but he has stupidly left it home, he wasn’t even sure there was signal out here. He was a mess. 

“I have no fucking clue where we are– We’re definitely lost. I know the restaurant was in a remote area, but this is like– the middle of nowhere.” 

Oops.