Goodbye, Peter Pan [Chapter 8]

“There’s not much I can say about her. She was my friend. We were relatively close when we were younger but lost contact after finishing college. Even though we weren’t the best of friends, I thought I knew her pretty well. But thinking back now, I’m beginning to realize that, even after all of the time we spent together, I hardly knew anything about Ji Hana.”

Kim Seokjin leans back in the driver’s seat of his sedan and frowns. The neighbourhood street on which he had pulled his car into is empty, providing the best kind of public privacy which the detective could afford on such short notice. In the passenger’s seat beside him sits Jeon Jungkook, who stares out of the side window with the sort of stillness one gains only through years of practice.

“She was a ghost.” Jin stretches his long legs into a more comfortable position, rearranging his limbs as though the physical movement will orchestrate the flow of his words. “Even when she was alive, the people around her knew next to nothing about her. She barely kept in contact with her family and it doesn’t look like she had any close friends in her life. Sunggyu said that her old friends in Gwangju had nothing substantial to say about who she was as a person, and even Joohee admitted that she didn’t know Hana well, not even back when they were in school together.”

Jungkook says nothing but Jin knows that he is listening, deeply contemplating the words which have been presented to him. There are many at the station who find Jeon Jungkook to be unsociable and withdrawn, but Jin is rather fond of the younger man. He’s observant, startlingly clever, and always lets Jin take his pick from the doughnut box first (though the last one is a bit of a stretch to count, seeing as Jungkook hardly touches any kind of sugary food anyway). He just doesn’t talk much is all, and there’s nothing wrong, in Jin’s opinion, with preferring to listen rather than to speak.

Riptide [iii] // BTS’ Suga

Oh, but he does.

The curse had robbed him of so many things- and it is a curse, no matter how prettily the legends try to spin it- but that feeling of having once been in love still somehow lingers inside of him. It’s something warm, and incredibly fragile, like the light of a dying firefly, and the mere thought of it is enough to make him grieve more than he already does.

And, like a dying firefly, this particular part of his human past is dim, with only the faintest trace of light flickering in his memory. The images flash in his mind, scattered, so hazy that they somehow elude his grasp like a faraway dream. He sees kisses; some heated, others sweet, all of them intoxicating enough to set his skin on fire and make his pulse race with need. A pair of arms slipping around his waist to hug him from behind. A gentle laugh, the soft sigh of his name. Quiet whisperings in the night that had lasted from the rise of the moon to the dawning of the early sun.

I've been dealing with a lot of things, but I'm happy to say that they're getting better 🥰 I've also been a bit busy because!!! I'm preparing to start grad school this fall!!!! So I gotta write fics and fangirl as much as I can before school takes over my life again rip but what about YOU, my precious bean?? How have you been doing??

quick note on Goodbye, Peter Pan

If you noticed that I deleted chapters 8 and 9, it's because, for the second time since I started the series, I'm not happy with the way it's going. The more I think about the plot, the more I'm convinced that I need to change some things for it to progress the way I want it to. So if you've already read those chapters, then please do me a favour and pretend they never existed in the first place 🌻🌻🌻

I'm back, cutie 💖💞