Can i request a Angst Jungkook, Yoongi or Taehyung scenario? As you performed with your group on stage your boyfriend and other idols are watching in the audience, when all of sudden you becomes shot and the whole building begins to turn the purest form of panic, terror and fear and you nerly dies.
Hello, in case any of you are wondering ifI take requests, I donât actively open requests. But if you have one that youwould really like to share with me, I will be happy to take a look. Although Iwould be careful to disclaim first that there is no promise that I can/will write it due to the following reasons:
1.      My job currently takes up a lotof my awake time, itâs very sad;
2.      In view of the above, I havecommitment-phobia lolz;
3.      I also have anxiety issues formy writing since day one and if I am not very vested in the scenario, I think mywriting will suck; and
4.      I would really like to continuethis because I want to and not because I have to.
I did experience a little dilemma with thisrequested scenario given that it is on the darker side. But with what ishappening in the real world nowadays, I thought it would embody something thatI have always wanted to write about.
I am sorry for riding on your request towrite about what I want to, but I hope I have not failed you terribly.Â
@slowlyandrogynouskryptoniteÂ
warnings: only things that are evident from the request
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You were opening each beautifully wrappedpackage one by one. All the fan gifts were piling up in a corner of thepractice room. Â
One fan sent you a cute Tokidoki figurinewhich you were planning to display in your room, and some from your fanclubgifted you a pair of really flamboyant flowery-designed sneakers. To you, thejoy of it was more in reading each of the hand-made cards that came with thepresents. Although you usually did not accept gifts from fans, your birthdaywas always an exception.
You reached out to pick up the next one, awhite box wrapped with a neon pink silk ribbon. The box was exceptionally heavyand you were wondering what it would reveal. You opened the cover and abruptlythrew down the box in horror, gasping. Jooyeon, your fellow member, who wassitting next to you screamed and shrinked away at the sight of the contents.
The sudden noises caught your othermembersâ attentions and whoever turned to look towards the box, either yelledor cursed.
One of your managers barged into the roomupon hearing the commotion from outside and saw the box lying on the ground,some of its contents spilling out â a mixture of blood, wings, tails, heads andpieces of animal parts. A piece of paper was stuck to the inside of the cover,it simply said âI wish you were dead like them bitchâ.
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Your hands were still trembling as youreached for the door handle to your apartment. It wasnât the first time youreceived a death threat, but each only carved a deeper scar within you.
You were a pretty vocal idol, an idol whostood up for what you believed in. You often endorsed social causes, which inevitablygot you into the bad books of a few powerful people who choose to be on thewrong side of law.
While there were these âmobstersâ, aslightly different group of people also had a vested interest in terrorisingyou â your boyfriendâs sasaengs, who were really closer to being voyeurs. Yourrelationship with Yoongi has never been publicly acknowledged, it remains a runoff the rumour mills. But in reality, the two of you were very much together,in love. His sasaengs knew it as clear as day, and they hated you beyondanybodyâs imagination.
Yoongi had always known you received hateletters and death threats, it wasnât difficult to not spot them all over theinternet. He was always worried that it was because of him, although he didnâtquite express it much. You never wanted him to feel shitty about such thingsthat were clearly beyond his control, so you always chose to pin it on themobsters, the people who hated your activist stance.
As you creaked the door opened, your housewas shrouded in darkness, with sparkles of light coming from the living room.
A loud pop burst into your ears suddenly.âHAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BABY!!!â, an unusually excited Yoongi shouted whileappearing from behind a sofa holding a confetti popper.
You stood frozen at the doorway, confettisnowing down on you, unable to move your feet into the dark room, only nownoticing that the sparkles of light came from cubes of candles Yoongi hadplaced around your living room.
He came to you instead. âHey Y/N, whatâswrong? Did I scare you so badly? I thought this was supposed to be romanticâŚdamn, shouldnât have taken Jinâs advice on this.â
You were just too relieved to hear hisvoice, and you took a few steps closer to him, wrapping your arms around historso and burying your face into his chest. You tried your damnest best to lethis heart beat soothe your traumatised mind.
âDonât leave me, Yoongi-ah", you saidin the smallest voice.
Given that he was a member of the nowworld-renowned boyband, everyone assumed Yoongi had the everything and foundthe happy ending he worked so hard for. But despite all his achievements, healways still felt like he had nothing. That was until you came into his life,and he finally knew what it meant to have somebody. You became the entire worldhe had and the happy ending that he pines for.
But now, his entire world is weakly hidingin his arms. He knew there was something going on, and the fact that you werenot telling him outrightly suggests that it was related to him.
âAigooo our birthday baby is feeling sadthat sheâs growing old? Since itâs your birthday, can you make my wish cometrue? Wish that Iâll turn into a rock so that I canât and wonât need to goanywhere, so that I can stay by your side foreverâ, he only ever showed hischeesy side when he wanted to cheer you up.
You huffed a laughter into his chest, stilltaking in his comforting scent. âStop learning all these bad lines from Jinpleaseâ, although your murmurs were muffled you were already feeling safer andbetter. Even if the whole world hated you, even if the whole world wanted youdead, it was sufficient that in this moment, he was holding you.
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Two weeks passed and it was the end ofanother year, the season of award ceremonies again. Dressed in all the glamourand glitz, your members and you strutted down the red carpet. A reporter hadtried to throw a few questions as you guys walked by, in particular whether youhad a response to the rumours that you were dating Yoongi.
Inside the hall, your groupâs table waslocated diagonally behind BTSâ table. In an attempt to appear less blatant, youlet Jooyeon take the seat that would closest to where Yoongi sat and youoccupied the next seat instead. At least you had a clear view of him, you weremore than satisfied.
As the night passed, Yoongiâs staring atyou became more and more frequent. You were in such a fabulous gown, he justcouldnât control his idiotic smile every time he looked at you.
One of the programme directors approachedyour table indicating that you girls should start preparing for the upcomingperformance. As you slowly slipped away from the table to the back of the stageyou gave Yoongi one last glance and he just beamed back at you.
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The stage was pitch black, you were all inyour positions. There was chanting and screaming which you had difficultytrying to hear through the earpiece you wore. Lights came on, music erupted andyou girls did your thing.
You always had flare in your performance,being one of the main dancers. You would catch glimpses of Yoongi watching you,his thumb under his chin and his fingers covering his slightly dropping jaw.
The performance reached the first dancebreak and Jooyeon had a solo dance part before it will transition into yourpart. As a result, the choreography required you to stand way in the backhidden by all the other members. Your eyes were staring at the floor in frontof you focusing on the music flowing through your earpiece and mentallypreparing to tear the stage in a few moments.
From nowhere a strong force tugged yourarms causing your entire body to follow the motion and you belatedly realisedsomeone dressed in a black hoodie was pulling you off the stage in the cover ofthe darkness. You were dragged a few metres from where you had stood but youresisted and flung your arms forcefully, your struggling voice was picked up bythe microphone and eventually you were freed from the grasp of the stranger.
As you turned your back to run away fromthe shadows, a booming sound resounded, resembling the shattering of the earth.Instantaneously, it subsided into absolute silence.
You couldnât hear anything. You saw yourmembers turn to face you. Two seconds, you felt a shard of coldness shock youthrough your veins. What followed was indescribable. Pain, torture, shock, yourbody was incapable of breathing or functioning. You collapsed.
A part of your back felt like someone wastrying to rip your soul through it, but you couldnât even focus on that becauseyou were losing all senses. Someone was holding your head, shaking you,shouting at you and thenâŚ
Have you ever felt it before? Fallingasleep? You have never, because you only realise you have fallen asleep afteryou wake up from it. So⌠what happens if you never wake up again?
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It was a love-hate relationship that Yoongihad with your performances. He loved watching you dance, but he hated otherpeople watching you. Ever since your performance started, he was busy splittinghis attention between intently appreciating your existence and looking out forother idols ogling at you. Sometimes he could tell that the other idols enjoyedyour performance a little too much, but he couldnât do much about it since thetwo of you were not publicly together, which was a fact he hated more. At leastwhen it came to his own members, if he caught any of them staring a tad toolong at you, he would hurl a sweet from the table at them discreetly.
During Jooyeonâs dance break, you werehidden from the audienceâs view and Yoongi finally managed to find some time tocatch his breath again. Jin was making funny eyes at him and internallylaughing at his friend being too mesmerised by his own girlfriend. Yoongilaughed at himself slightly too for being so⌠not himself when it comes toyou.
He didnât notice the scuffling noisesseeping through the sound system, but the atmosphere around him grew noisier asthough everyone was curious about something.
An unexpected loud bang broke his tranceand he intuitively ducked his head away from the sound. When he looked up,there was chaos breaking out on the stage, he could see a few men holdingsomeone down, your members were covering their mouths with their hands andpeople were seen yanking them off the stage.
The music stopped and disorder started tospread. Everyone was panicking, everyone was running away and some hid underthe table.
Between the gaps of humans fleeing, hecaught the sight of your lifeless body lying on the dark stage floor. It was nolonger a fight or flight moment, there was only one choice for him, toimmediately rush to your side.
He frantically tried to push past the hoardof people, like that one drop of water trying to resist the tide of the river.Everyone finally got some grasp of the situation and Namjoon who was next toYoongi instantly tried to restrain him from dashing into the perceived danger.
âYou canât be running up there!â, heshouted into Yoongiâs ears. Jungkook and Jimin each grabbed one of Yoongiâsarms to stop him. The strength of desperation is truly a biological wonder, ittook the three of them all their energy to hold down a usually weak Yoongi.
As Jungkook tried to pull him back, heshoved Jungkook off and then grabbed him by his shirt.
âWill you be able to stay away?â, the wordshe spoke were like daggers, âif not then fucking let me go!â, he bellowed.
When he finally reached you, you were nolonger responding. Two or three paramedics were busy trying to get you out ofthis hell. Yoongi was constantly trotting by your side, controlling himself tonot break down into hysteria. As he followed behind the stretcher wheeling youout, a voice stopped him,
âOppaâŚâ
He turned to face it, she looked like anordinary teenager, the hood that covered her face earlier was now hanging offthe back of her head. Her hair was in a mess and her hands were behind her backas she was currently pinned by two security guards to a wall. A small pistollay on the ground in front of them. Â
âSheâs gone now. But you still have meâ,she said.
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27 days. You lay in the intensive care unitfor 27 days.
That wasnât the worst part.
He held your hands which were soft but coldand were pierced by countless needles. He watched as they time and again triedto revive you from the brink of death. He heard the doctor tell them that youwill never be able to dance again, the bullet landed too close to your spineand they had to put a metal rod in you to even save your life.
That still wasnât the worst of it.
You had regained consciousness that morningbut Yoongi knew he could no longer stay by your side. He knows this will breakthe both of you, but he just wanted you to be alive and safe. He smirked at thecruelty of it all â the path he chose in life, the desire to become asuccessful rapper, the despair that even then he felt like nothing and themissteps of finding himself again within you. Life mocks people in the craziestways, it made him believe that there are happy endings and then it harshlyreminded him that his choices will never lead there. Â
Every moment of those 27 days, he heardthat same voice telling him, âsheâs gone nowâ. And he would hear his own voiceanswering, that it was all because of him.
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He sat across the person who took awayeverything. He wished they would just perish together in this stone-walled roombut that would be too easy on her.
As if she always knew him, as if nothinghad happened, she asked about his day, what he had for lunch, what the weatheroutside was like, saying that she knows he hated sunny days. He didnât answerher.
Finally, she couldnât take it anymore, sheslammed her fists onto the table, rattling the hand cuffs resting on herwrists.
âDonât you want to know why I did it?!â,she begged him, her eyes filling with tears.
âWhy would I? Everybody has a reason.â,Yoongi said in his chilly demeanour.
âEvery one of those people in there withyou had a reason, good or bad. But the moment you held a gun against adefenseless person, the moment you stooped so low as to do something a humanshould never do, all the reasons donât matter anymore. You are nothing but acoward.â
âThey said she didnât even die.â Was shepleading for forgiveness? Or was she regretting that you didnât die? Â
Yoongiâs eyes pierced her dilated pupils ashe whispered his response.
âNo⌠but I did.â
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The world is truly a hopeless place.
Where the righteous hold sticks and standup against the evils holding guns
Where they tell you that love will triumphover hate
But love does not cheat, love does notkill, love does not take
What then, can the love in this worldprotect from the hatred that assassinates.Â
