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a suga fic.
tw's: very, very, angsty. and the use of one. single. curse. word. one time.
a/n: idk what's going on with the pic but um :D ..yeah hope you like it! please forgive me if my english sucks. and feedback always appreciated! :)
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|| the violin prodigy
You climb onto the stage, holding your violin in one hand. You look at the audience in front of you and take a deep breath. The lights above the audience slowly dim and eventually fade off; the ones above you grow harsher and harsher until the only thing the audience can see is you on the stage, and the only thing you can properly see is the violin in your hand. Yet your eyes subconsciously scan the crowd, hoping to see someone. Hoping to see him.
Today's fight was about how he hadnāt ironed your suit and how he hadn't brought you a bow tie of the right color. It was an important concert for you, and everything had to be perfect. You had assigned that task to him, trusting him to do it properly and he had fucked it up. If the other performers observed these imperfections, if the audience would notice.. You despised the very idea of being anything but perfect in front of others, especially when you're doing your job.
He simply didn't understand. He didn't get what the big deal was. What started small blew up. After a while he got mad. You later had to leave mid-argument to get there early for your pre-concert rehearsal. It was all still heavy in your heart, and you were scared. Scared that you'd lose the joy and comfort you found in each other. Scared that you'd lose each other. Scared that he wouldn't show up to one of the most important moments of your life.
You had a fight this afternoon. A trivial fight, but it meant more. You had been fighting frequently over the last few weeks. From you forgetting to turn off the oven, to him feeling terrified and hurt that you'd move to London, leaving him, your fights had lasted for a long time, and had thrashed around in both your hearts, until one of you eventually broke down and ended up in the other's arms crying, hugging for comfort and love.
Then came the conductor, followed by a loud applause; he stood there waiting for the audience to quiet down until the whole hall was filled with a deep, echoing silence; a silence so profound and consuming, radiating with anticipation, expectation, and eagerness. The calm before the storm. And the conductor looked at you.
You brought the bow of your violin to the strings; a perfect, melancholic wail emerged from it, emanating and echoing through the whole concert hall. You moved your bow up and down the violin, and slowly the world disappeared; it was drowning you along with it. You were playing the most beautiful music you had ever heard in your life; something so sacred, so ethereal, so goddamn beautiful. You let go of what your brain told you and followed your heart, your hands moving the bow skillfully on the violin as you weaved the music you knew so intimately. You could hear what you were going to play before you even played it. You were so well accustomed with it; it was a part of you. Sibelius' Violin Concerto; that's what got you into classical music. That's where it all started. And that's how you met him.
Monday afternoon; the university's practice room. It was raining heavily outside. Raindrops struck the window glass and painfully slid down as you were practicing a piece by Paganini. Of course, you played it wrong every few seconds. Sometimes the tempo wasn't right. Other times the coordination between the left and the right hand was lacking. Most of the time it was both, plus a hundred other discrepencies including going out of tune, completely missing some notes, and messing up the vibrato. Eventually you started questioning your playing skills, your academic decisions and your whole life and you broke down crying.
Suga came in, opened the door and was surprised to find someone so fragile, pathetically broken, sitting on the floor, crying, hands wrapped around your violin. "Hey," he said. "Um," It was obvious he didn't know what to say. He sighed. "Look. Wait. Why are you crying?"
You glanced at your violin, the stand on which your sheets, used and shabby, stood awkwardly in the otherwise empty room. He stared at it all for a long time. His eyes twinkled. "You know," he said, almost whispering, " it's wonderful that you can express something so beautiful through something so.. different like that," he said, a small smile creeping on his face. And you sat there, slowly growing calmer and quieter. And you sat there together, sitting amidst the quiet patter of the rain on the window; distant, faded sounds of violins going on in the other rooms.
And you're back here again, playing your heart out into the open, playing the third movement. It is filled with activity and life, but you play it unconsciously, almost playing exclusively off your muscle memory. But you mean every second of music that comes out of your violin, as your eyes are stuck shut, as you remember his face, bathed in the warm, bright light of the afternoon, his lips stretched in a knowing smile as he looked at you..
The concerto is finally over, as you end it in the same way you began. Then follows the thunderous applause, as sounds of people clapping fills the room. They stand up clumsily, cheering and coughing. The light above the audience shines again, towards, and you can see almost all of them standing up; some of them with tears in their eyes, others with relief in their eyes as they can finally escape and fall on their beds. But one of them isn't.
That man is sitting in the front row. He sits, slumped. His lips are left slightly open; his eyes are wide, tears threatening to spill out of them as he stares at the orchestra. Then he blinks and a tear begins flowing out. He continues watching the podium, stumped, in absolute wonder and amazement. Another tear flows out as his lips gently tremble and his eyes relax. They were fixed on you this whole time. And they were filled with love.
Suga smiles at you, amidst the tears, amidst his amazement and appreciation. He's overwhelmed by you. By the fact that you could play something so beautifully. He fell in love with you all over again. And you just stand there, basking in his warmth, just elated at the fact that he's here. That he showed up, after all. To see you.
And after a short celebration and meeting up with some of the audience, you step out of the back door. Suga is there, waiting for you. Quiet, leaning patiently against the wall. Watching the sunset. Smiling. He then notices you.
He tilts his head and looks at you. "Hey," he says, gently.
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tysm for reading this! i didn't even bother editing this again, hope it doesn't seem to off :) but yesh i really enjoyed writing it i guess. classical music. anyways. feedback and comments always appreciated (i like compliments btw) <3 have a good day!
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A series of life-goes-on theme commissions I did last year. Hope everyone find small happinese during difficult times. :)
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Song : So Far Away
Artist : Suga, Jin & Jungkook
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why am i sooooo awkward šš what is wrong with meeee
how have i managed to survive for so many years
how do i fuck up so many conversations what is wrong with me aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh
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_ā¢ morning shivers. š„
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tw (s): nothing, really. just a very sleep deprived and insecure jungkook. (not sleeping is bed *pun* , please sleep :D ) genre: fluff w/c: :) pairing: jk x reader! a/n: spent wayy too much time on this. anyway <3 if there are any grammatically or structurally incorrect sentences and if something doesn't make sense, please forgive me. im terrible at English apparently.
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jungkook was waiting at the bus stop for you that morning. the sun hadn't properly risen yet; it was 6:24 a.m. dew drops were still dripping from the leaves. the clouds were obscuring the sun; rays trickling out from the dark, grey and heavy sky as jungkook kept tapping his feet impatiently, wondering when you'd come. he hadn't even had a proper hour of sleep since the past two days, and the only thing he wanted to do right now was to feel the warmth and comfort of his bed. but he had to see you; he needed to see you.
jungkook had fallen in love with you on a lovely thursday morning; he'd just gotten back from a tiring night shift when he accidentally entered your room. and there you were, sleeping. the sunlight soft on your face as you lay on your side, half of you obscured by the bedsheets and the other comfortably hugging your pillow. he could see that your eyes were closed, deep in thought. and that was when he knew that he loved you. that very instant. he'd been friends with you for too damn long, and after being your roommate for about 5 years without even thinking about having any feelings for you, he completely fell head over heels for you and felt his whole life turn upside down.
he never told you, though. he was scared of what you'd think. of what you'd say. he was scared that you'd shatter his heart. he knew this crush of his would never end well, and tried to move on. he kept his distance and slowly stopped talking to you. but his heart kept aching for you, and when he finally saw you one day, sobbing, all alone at the bar, his gave up and hurried to hug and comfort you.
but he still felt scared. where would this love of his take him? what if you found out about it one day and it affected your friendship? what if he could never fall in love with anyone else and ended up alone? 'cause there was no way he'd ever propose to you; he was too scared it'd take you away from him. so should he still continue waiting for you? waiting for, perhaps, a miracle to happen that could make you love him too?
did he even have another choice?
god, he was so sleepy- could the bus please arrive any sooner? he shivered in the morning cold. is this even worth the wait, he thought. what if the bus had already arrived and you were on your way home? what if it was an hour late? jungkook had called you and texted you about half an hour ago, and you hadn't replied yet. your head was probably peeking out the window, your phone cozily tucked in your pocket. or maybe you were just sleeping. or playing a video game. jungkook really couldn't know. he'd been waiting for you for more than thirty minutes. you hadn't really asked him to pick you up, but he still knew you'd like it if he did. so he gritted his teeth, tucked his hands in his pockets and waited.
you had been gone for a fortnight.
he really missed you. he needed to see you.
and then, all of a sudden, he heard a bus screech to a halt near the bus stop, heard someone climb down its stairs, and heard your voice scream, "jungkoookkk!" as you ran towards him and threw yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly, as he hugged you back, smiling.
maybe it was worth the wait.
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the photo with jungkook was something i got from google. all rights belong to the original creator and no copyright infringement or anything intended!
<i literally just googled "sleepy jungkook images" lol he's so cute- >
hope you liked it! feedback appreciated :)
#bts#bts fanfic#jungkook x reader#jungkook fluff#jungkook fanfic#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#bts!#bts imagines#bts bxb#thank you for coming to my ted talk#this is not really like a bxb thing; y/n isnt gendered so :D
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'cause true beauty is a true sadness
now you could feel my madness `āāŖļøĀ°ā¢~
rm: yun, ft. erykah badu
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accidental life lessons to remember by kim seokjin
cr. jung-koook
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um so in the "this is pengsoo" episode, which side are the parents on? like its obvious they're on the defendants side but uhh it was their son that was allegedly murdered? and if they're on behalf of the defense then who filed the case? are people who are allegedly murdered automatically granted a trial?
(i have very little knowledge of the law lol, as is probably obvious. i think this would be too big of a question to google tho)
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spring sunshine.
Make me one. How about āBabyface Choi Su-yeonā? Orā¦ āMost Beautiful Choi Su-yeonā? No. No? No. Those arenāt you. Then what am I?Ā
EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO (2022)
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Suga minfic <3
word count: um a page full of words genre: fluff fluffy fluff <3 triggers: maybe a confined, loud and noisy city atmosphere? screaming neighbors? lovestuck suga?
suga sighs as he stirs the mixture of rice and broth in his wok. his kitchen is a complete mess. the water boiling on his stove is hissing angrily, threatening to spill; the water from the sink is flowing loudly, and his cat is meowing for attention, almost toppling some ramen down the counter. the window is left open and he can hear the neighbours next door screaming at each other and the street vendor yelling over the din of the vehicles angrily weaving through the traffic. but suga isn't noticing any of it. he's busy missing you.
<suga when y/n breathes: ^ >
he remembers when he made a pancake for you yesterday; how he waited with bated breath for you to judge it, and how your eyes widened in the absolute deliciousness of it. how he couldn't help but grin as you quietly told him it was one of the best things you've ever eaten in your life. he remembers how you, a reserved and a grumpy introvert slowly loosened up near him and stayed with him well into the evening, watching a crappy soap play on his crappy T.V and laughing at his cat's ridiculous shenanigans. then you had to leave because you had work that night and suga regrets not inviting you to his home to hang out again.
he is brought back to his senses by the phone vibrating deep in his pocket. he quickly turns off the stove and the tap and keeps his cat down on the floor. he then checks his phone. apart from the messages from the angry head-chef at the hotel he works at, there's another text, from you:
y/n <3: wanna meet up at my house tomorrow?
and he beams, a wide grin on his face.
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hope you liked it! :D
#bts#bts fanfic#min yoongi#suga x reader#bts bxb#bts!#bts fluff#thank you for coming to my ted talk#suga fanfic#suga edit#bts edits
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Song : Moonchild
Artist : RM
Album {Mixtape) : Mono.
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Letter To A Loved One
ātaegi drabble
Dear Tae,
I thought a letter might be easier for both of us. Iām not good with words, so I hope this is okay. It should at least be better than if I said this in person because I wouldnāt be able to say this in person, Iād trip over my words and chicken out. Or Iād manage to say the wrong thing and upset you or sound creepy.
Do you remember the camping trip we went on last summer? In the evening you sulked by the lake for three hours because I wouldnāt go on the water with you. You wouldnāt look at me when I called you for dinner and you kept moving your bowl of rice out of my reach when I tried to put food in it. But every few seconds out of the corner of my eye, Iād see you smile at me. I think you thought I didnāt notice.
Your hair was falling in your eyes. I kept trying to ignore it, but you were too busy eating to pay attention, so I reached over and tucked it behind your ear. I think that was the first time I thought about kissing you. I didnāt mean to, but the sun was setting and its light was bathing you in warmth. I could see the shadows your eyelashes cast, the little freckle on your nose. And I didnāt know what to do with how different you looked all of a sudden, so when you asked if I wanted to stay and watch the sunset with you, I said I was tired and I went to bed.Ā
I told myself it would go away. Maybe I was just latching onto you because I hadnāt gotten laid in awhile and I was ready to get with whoever was right in front of me, butā¦ Well, itās been five months since that evening and nothingās changed. If anything, itās gotten worse. Thatās why Iām writing this letter, to tell you how I feel.
I want to sit and do nothing with you. I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want you to play with my hair when Iām sick, when my head hurts, when nothingās wrong at all. I want to make you dinner, breakfast and lunch. I want to hear you talk about the most boring things because you make them seem interesting. I want to wake up every day with you beside me.Ā
I think I love you, not that I really know what love is. But if someone asked, Iād have to say this is it.
Itās okay if you donāt feel the same. Iāve never seen you do anything that makes me think you might, but I had to tell you because if you donāt want this, I need to know so I can move on.
Yoongi
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breaking my heart when we are apart
i wanna stay near you
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-TAEHYUNG'S first kiss
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summary: introverted taehyung has his first kiss with extroverted reader!
triggers: introverted taehyung feeling excluded, sad and lonely. oh, and one kiss.
genre: angst and fluff
a/n: ahahHA this is just how i feel during parties and stuff. my extroverted friends must be crying rn. and i like, wanted to like. just start my year with a nice fic about a first kiss. idk.
taehyung really hates you right now (not really). of course this happens. of course you drag him to this stupid party, convincing him that it's gonna be fun and he believes you and shares your enthusiasm and follows you to the party, even though he knows he's cripplingly introverted and knows that he'll hate it. and of course you saunter away, being the extrovert you are, and he can't even say anything because he wants you to fully enjoy and not be anchored to him and only him. and so he ends up awkward, all alone.
taehyung rolls his eyes as he gets up from the couch. he keeps his hands in his pockets as he steps out of the house. it is a very cold night. he isn't informing you that he's leaving, but you seemed busy and he didn't wanna interrupt you when you were having fun with your friends. not that he was mad at you or jealous of you or something, but he was just genuinely awkward, and didn't want to be a burden. or a bother.
he takes out his phone and texts you as he walks away from the music and the lights. he rubs his hands together and breathes out slowly in the freezing cold. and he hears your voice.
"taehyung!"
he turns back and looks at you. you're running towards him, gasping for breath. you don't really have that cheerfulness that you always do. you seem confused. upset. "where are you going?" you ask him.
"erm," he says, guiltily. "um. home."
you stare at him and look at your watch. "but it isn't even 8," you tell him as he grins and ruffles his hair awkwardly.
"yeah, well," he says honestly, "i'm not really having fun here." it's depressing. i just wanna go home.
you pout, disappointed. "oh," you mumble quietly. you look down at your feet. "i'm sorry," you apologize guiltily. "i should've spent more time with you-"
"no, no!" he says quickly. "not at all." he looks down too. "i, um, i understand. it's fine. you don't have to be tethered to me. i just don't enjoy.. these sorta parties." he grins at you comfortingly. "i'll be fine, though, don't worry!" he says. you smile at him.
"but- but-" you say hastily, still directing your gaze to your feet, "that's not the only reason i feel sad that you're leaving."
oh. "what's the other reason?" he asks, curious. you finally look at him, lockyour eyes with his, and take a deep breath. you smile at him as you lean in and plant a kiss on his soft, pink lips.
when you lean back, taehyung is absolutely surprised. you chuckle at him as he's frozen in shock, his face pink and lips slightly parted. "this is what i wanted to do," you say softly.
you hear someone calling your name and realize you need to go back. you really don't wanna leave him, especially not now, but you just know it's what you need to do. you lean in towards him again and whisper, "see you soon. very soon." and you run back to the house.
and taehyung's just standing there, in the cold, feeling warm.
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pic from v's instagram account: @thv. very obviously lol
hope you liked reading this :D
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