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[140/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

#jungkook #bts

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he is soooo pretty ♡ cr. jung-koook

#yoongi #bts

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Random Hongjoong Gifs (2 ¦ ??)

#hongjoong #ateez

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Random Hongjoong Gifs (1 ¦ ??)

#hongjoong #ateez

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Hongjoong kissing Yeosang’s flexed arm 💋

#hongjoong #yeosang #ateez

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#seonghwa #san #ateez

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the prophecy | jongsang

"I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay" or Yeosang, who has lived under a curse his entire life, finds hope.

Fandom: Ateez

Pairing: Jongho/Yeosang

Member: Yeosang, Jongho

Word count: 1312 words

Genre/Tropes: Alternate Universe (Fantasy), Angst (with a happy ending), Hurt/Comfort

Rating: nc-17

Triggers/Warnings: past child abandonment, touch-starved characters

You can read it on: AO3

At first his family had tried to hide it from him, but soon Kang Yeosang learned the words that would haunt him. Some used to say it was a curse; others, a prophecy. Nevertheless, there was always this ominous cloud hovering Yeosang’s head. He remembered when his family just stopped trying to search for a cure and left while stars were high in the sky and he was fast immersed in dreams. He was reminded of the abandonment and the curse whenever he looked in a mirror, the reflection of the red mark on the side of his face as a constant and unfaltering presence of his bad luck.

He remembered begging on the village’s square, knees red and bruised from being on them for far too long, calling out to anyone who would listen, to anyone who would take his message to a seer. After useless years and years of no one even bothering to spare a glance into his direction, much less conveying his message to someone who could help, he abandoned all his hope behind, left it all on that stone-floor square. He isolated himself even further, packing up his things and moving into an abandoned cabin in the woods halfway between two villages, close enough to get provisions when necessary, yet far enough so no one would bother him. Nights were always cold no matter the season, his fingers scaringly turning blue no matter how many layers and close to the fire he sat. He knew it was part of the curse, the cold permeating his body, and some evenings it scared him even more.

He was set to go into the nearest village that day, and tried to prepare his mind and body. His clothes were simple; he usually got cotton fabrics, learning to sew and knit himself garments to avoid spending time in shops. His clothes were in shades of gray and beige, trying to be as unnoticed as possible when going into the village. And he always wore a hood, his hair on the longer side, to hide the mark on the side of his face.

As soon as he entered the marketplace, he heard the rumors that strange men had arrived into town, ones who talked about sailing from and to strange places, all things that made no sense to Yeosang. He saw people whispering, no discretion, and for once he was glad he was not at the end of the pointed fingers. But he could not help but be sad for the men. Sure, they were dressed in outlandish fits, but it made sense considering the stories. He could not count how many there were; he knew how it felt to be stared at, so he avoided his gaze, just going his way.

When he approached the stall to get some food that he could not gather or plant himself, something at the next stall seemed to be staring right into his soul. He approached and saw an open book, pages talking of curses that left visible marks on the skin. His hands shook, heart accelerating and he found it difficult to breathe for a moment. Before he could touch the book, however, the owner harshly closed it, stating that if he wanted to see it, he would have to buy it, and stated his price. Yeosang counted the small coins he had on a pouch, putting them on his palm. They were not enough to buy the food and the book that day, so he was going to have to make a choice. And even though his stomach grumbled and clenched in pain for something else, he chose the book. He could feel someone was watching him, and he adjusted his hood, hiding even further from prying eyes, and clenching the book tightly to his chest, he left.

He just needed to know if he was going to be okay, if the curse could be reversed somehow, so as soon as he got home, he searched the book. His eyes searched the pages, finding branding as similar to the one on his own face, but there was confirmation to what he already knew. He almost howled, throwing the book at the wall. The aches in his body already were proof enough that the curse was acting up, the way his fingers froze - and he tried to lie to himself saying it was from the cold. How his body sometimes seemed stuck in a position, or a limb felt like stone.

Because they were. Turning into stone, that is. Or better yet, he was slowly becoming a statue. The prophecy spoke of greater worlds, of men sailing the skies guarding a market soulmate that could end his curse, but there was no one like that. One sailed the seas, not the skies. And because the prophecy talked of warriors coming for him, his family was scared and left him. He was fated to freeze and crumble, alone in his isolated house.

And then he heard a knock on his door.

He hesitated, for no one ever visited him. Whenever he needed, he set out to places, even when he needed coins and sold the garments he created. There was no other knock, and whoever it was seemed to go away, so Yeosang approached the front door and opened it, looking outside. There was nobody there. But when he looked down, he found a basket filled with the food he had longingly looked at when he was at the market. He suspected one of the strangers, because no one else in the village would do him this kindness. And over the next few days, there were even more small presents, as he liked to think of them.

The day after the first basket he received, there was a note from the sender. Yeosang had guessed he was not from around here, and he was correct. Jongho was his name, and he came from somewhere Yeosang could not even come close to pronouncing correctly. Jongho had heard about him in the market, and saw how he was torn between the book and the food and how all the other people there treated him worse than garbage. At first Yeosang was livid, thinking Jongho was pitying him. But wasn’t he deserving of at least some pity? Of some compassion? So he thanked the man, leaving his response on his front porch.

There was an answer the next day, and so they continued with the communication. He was glad it was all written down initially, not having to face another person, afraid of his reaction upon seeing his curse. And so they kept the conversation, learning about each other, of Yeosang’s knitting and Jongho’s fighting. Of Yeosang’s rejections, and Jongho’s loneliness even when in a ship with his crewmates and friends. Of Yeosang’s family abandoning him, and Jongho’s family dying in a conflict. They learned, and they yearned.

And when he saw (more like caught) Jongho leaving another note, he understood everything.

There it was, in Jongho’s face, a mirror image of his own prophetic mark. A soulmate mark, red skin close to his eye, looking almost like a heart - as Yeosang noticed, his own clouded judgment about the spot never letting him truly notice it for what it was. And when Jongho extended his hand, he saw the gray discoloration on the man’s arms, but as he touched it, he could feel fresh air entering his lungs, warmth taking over his entire body, the cold on the other man’s limbs disappearing. And he cried. They cried. This was his warrior, the strange man who would sail the sky to find him. To save him. His soulmate.

And for the first time in his life, Yeosang had hope. He was going to follow Jongho into the unknown worlds, but he would be okay. They would be alright.

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the famous professors of the music department 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

#namjoon #yoongi #hoseok #bts #rapline

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the brink of a wrinkle in time | namgi

His name was Yoongi, Namjoon learned the first time he crossed the glass door from the harsh and freezing weather into the warmth of the industrial shop.

Pairing: Namjoon/Yoongi

Member: Namjoon, Yoongi

Length: 930 words

Genre: Fluff, Coffee Shop AU, Romance

Rating: Teen and Up/PG-13

Triggers/Warnings: alcohol is mentioned once

You can read it on: AO3

Project: Heating Up, from @thebtswritersclub

Project prompt: Coffee Shop

If ever given a choice, Namjoon would much prefer going to a coffee shop to do his work instead of going to the office or even working from home. At the office, even though he was working with other producers and musicians, there were too many people coming and going and being generally loud that it disrupted his work flow. At home, there were too many distractions, not limited to but including his roommate Hoseok. There was always something else to do to procrastinate, even though he loved working with music - especially now, working on his own project. So he found this little place with a blue sign near his apartment that was open every single day of the week, and camped at one of the few tables for the afternoons. There were people coming and going, for sure, but they were never too loud, and the smell of fresh coffee being frequently made in addition to the pleasurable sound of the machines and utensils working created the ideal environment for him.

The fact that one of the two afternoon baristas was someone very similar to a grumpy cat - a handsome one, that is - also helped a lot. His name was Yoongi, Namjoon learned the first time he crossed the glass door from the harsh and freezing weather into the warmth of the industrial shop. He thought he had fallen in love that very first afternoon - well, started harboring his strong crush - when Yoongi had brewed him a hot americano and put it on the counter with a small nod in his direction. Now Namjoon had replaced the heavy thick coat for a light jacket and the hot americano for a cold one. There were very few words exchanged between them the entire time, but whenever they talked, Namjoon felt something akin to butterflies in his stomach and he had to hold his own hands to stop them from shaking.

Namjoon had to almost run to the coffee shop that day, for the rain was pouring heavily, his umbrella barely able to do its job, his backpack to his chest to protect his laptop from the water. The seemingly always grumpy barista was there again, his back to the windows. Even with the downpour, Namjoon had to pause and take a deep breath before entering the cafe to try to appease the butterflies making a mess of his insides. But there was something different. Something had changed. As soon as Namjoon crossed the threshold and put his umbrella in the designated place, despite the awful weather outside, Yoongi looked at him and smiled. He smiled. A beacon of happiness to Namjoon’s week, that gummy smile taking him by surprise.

“You’re RM, right?” he asked, handing him his now usual order of a large iced americano, before Namjoon had even ordered it.

“What?” Namjoon froze by the door, not believing the scene in front of him and what he heard.

“The rapper and producer, RM? I’ve seen you working on music before, just hadn’t connected the possible dots yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. How did you know?”

“Hearing you order here and then listening to RM’S music, I couldn’t help but wonder if it were you… the depth and low tone of your voice, especially when you sing…” Yoongi trailed off, suddenly even shier at speaking the truth.

It was the first time someone had recognized Namjoon for who he was as a musician and he couldn’t feel happier - and even more proud of himself. Especially when it was his crush recognizing him and his work. It was also the first time that Namjoon sat at the counter to talk to Yoongi, never once even crossing his mind to open his bag to retrieve his laptop to keep on refining his new songs. Conversation flowed, and time passed without any of them really noticing. It was almost as if they were hypnotized; a trance of good conversation and an even bigger interest from both parts, truly starting to get to know each other. As the place was closing for the day, Namjoon shakily inhaled deeply then exhaled, gathering every little sliver of courage he possessed.

“Maybe we could go out sometime for a coffee? Well, not for a coffee, I imagine you wouldn’t like that after being around it all day at your job, but maybe for a drink? Or a talk? Or maybe…” Namjoon had a tendency to ramble when he was nervous, and Yoongi could not help but smile again, finding it adorable how flustered the other seemed to be.

“Coffee works just fine, I love coffee. As long as it is not here, I quite enjoy going to new places.”

“It's a date then. I mean, sorry, if you don't mean it that way, but…”

Yoongi had to interrupt again, wanting to reassure Namjoon that they were on the same page, with the same intentions. “It is a date.”

And so they would slowly go on dates, meeting for coffee - and sometimes for whiskey at different bars across town -, learning more about pasts, presents, and their possible futures together, delving deeper into each other’s minds and having thoughtful conversations. It would be winter again, just around the same time Namjoon entered the coffee shop for the first time a year before, when Yoongi would come from around the counter to shyly kiss him on the lips in greeting, leaving Namjoon stunned. Namjon guessed he would have to be used to getting surprised by Yoongi, and he could not wait to see what more was in store for them.

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— he's not a hammer, but I still wanna get nailed

#yoongi #bts

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AGUST D - D-DAY (Apr. 21, 2023) I think that if it can comfort you all even for a moment, that, by itself, is enough of a reason for this album to exist.

(cr. d-day final: 0613data)

#agust d #yoongi #bts

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park seonghwa at coachella 240420 slaying the kraken

for @tattoosncattoos

#seonghwa #ateez #THIS WAS EPIC

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AGUST D - D-DAY (Apr. 21, 2023) I think that if it can comfort you all even for a moment, that, by itself, is enough of a reason for this album to exist.

(cr. d-day final: 0613data)

#yoongi #bts

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