me in 10 years time

HE DOESN’T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE what he’s saying –ignoring the phantom and focusing on the beloved work.

    “....are you the dead guy or is it me, it’s hard to tell....” he sing-songs, the sound being slightly muffled by the palms pressed against his cheeks. “Pay attention to me or I’ll pay attention to someone else.” Someone you like.

Jungkook was still in a state of shock just hearing Namjoon’s voice right now. It wasn’t possible, he must’ve been hallucinating, the other had been gone for months… Right? Although when he turned around his eyes grew wide at the hazy sight before him, now not only hearing the voice of the old leader but actually seeing him–or at least, a faded version, but that must’ve been because Jungkook had been shaking too much. “N-Namjoon–” He stammered, before feeling his heart ache at the first few words. It sounded like he was judging Jungkook for moving on with his life, and the worst was that he felt guilty for possibly making Namjoon feel like it was an easy decision. 

“I didn’t just move on, I.. H-Hyung I cried for weeks, we all did, we were all a mess, w-we had to move on at some point, th-that doesn’t mean we–” He tried explaining, his voice going a little higher and almost cracking. When Jimin was brought up, he furrowed his eye brows, what did that have to do with anything? “What are you talking about, Jimin’s.. Jimin’s out walking Cloud, he’s..” Jungkook stared at the figure in shock, lips parting a bit as his jaw dropped. “Stop, stop that. you’re lying, stop lying to me, you’re not.. you’re not being serious, Jimin’s okay and he’ll be home later and you–you’re not real and I’m imagining this all! Stop fucking with my head and leave me alone!”

“SHHHHH, stop all of that YAPPING, you’re like that awful little rat of a dog!” Namjoon drawled once he’d lowered the finger that he’d been attempting to shush Jungkook with --- or was he really trying to shush Jungkook? Because there was still that awfully annoying voice of Namjoon in the back of his head, and it was far more annoying than whatever this delicious, scared little thing was saying. Fact was, Jimin was fine. He didn’t even have any idea he’d been living with him (or a dog, too, for that matter) before he’d inspected the apartment.· “Crying for weeks, hm? How many? One and a half?” He laughed, much in a manner akin to the dead leader, except that his eyes were empty of actual amusement.·“You’ve been talking back to me a whole lot seeing you think I’m not real... that’s cute.” Reaching upwards, he untied the choker he’d been wearing around his neck to reveal the ugly scar from when Namjoon had hanged himself, wanting Jungkook to see it.·“Look. You can touch it, I don’t mind... see how real it is...Yoongi doesn’t like seeing it. Makes him cry. He does a lot. Doesn’t sleep well. Doesn’t eat. But you don’t notice that, do you, because you like being happy so much better. Well, whatever, keep doing what you’re doing and hyung will be joining me in no time. It’ll be nice~”

Sugamon commissioned by the wonderful sugmon!! I hope you like it! ;A;

rapjoon ( cont x )

The name kept echoing in his head –Leviathan, Leviathan–, giving him horrorful chills all over his mangled spine almost as if he ancestrally knew what kind of trouble that one name seemed to carry with itself . Eyes were cautious when studying the way black veins seemed to pop up from the collar of the other’s shirt alongside a weird scar tracing it horizontally –the lowering of his own gaze easy to mistake to a simple gesture of shyness.

« I just am doing my job. » He in fact asserted, preferring to make a few steps back with the pile of books still keeping his own limbs busy. « If you need any help, I’ll be around. »

Suddenly, he took up on the smell of FEAR, mixed with something much, much sweeter; the corruption of a being once powerful. Senses tingling, a low sound was created in the back of his throat and he pushed himself into the other’s way, one arm propped up against the bookshelf to keep him from continuing his so called “work” (pointless waste of time, to his opinion). He just hit the jackpot. “Doctor, doctor, do I need help....” He hummed, picked up the book on top of the pile the little angel was carrying, eyed it and dismissed it, dropping it to the floor and removing it out of both their ways with a pointed movement of his foot, causing it to slither across the ground. It aroused other people’s attention, which was just what he was aiming for to make sure the Seraph would cater to him to stop any further destruction.  “There’s something.... nasty I wanna get rid of. I’m sure you know the feelin’.”

“I did NOT ask--” he turned on his heel, turning away from the other, before his head whipped back and he reached up, massaging his temples. “Okay, maybe I did.” He’d been playing the audiobook to Yoongi sometimes, without really caring for the content except that Yoongi always cringed quite amusingly whenever it was on. “Still, your cue to shut up. You’re giving me a headache.”

the morning after sentence starters

“Get out, get out, get out, get out!” “This has to stop happening.” “This isn’t just sex to me. ” “…We can just stay in bed a bit longer.” “We were angry, so we had angry sex.” “Do you remember anything from last night?” “Why are you in my bed?” “I’d offer you breakfast, but I think I’m too sore to move.” “So.. Was it good?” “Is it awkward now?” “Who topped?” “I thought you’d be gone by the time I woke up…” “I should go.” “This didn’t mean anything.” “We shouldn’t have done this…” “Of course I’m freaking out! You’re my friend!” “I’m guessing this was a one time thing?” “Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I’ll grab my clothes and get out of here.” “Good morning, hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt..” “I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?” “This stays between us.” “Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you.” “Are you sneaking out on me?” “So, how much for last night?” “Holy shit! she’s on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!” “Don’t answer it!” “Do you have any idea how wrong this was?” “We’re cheaters. We’re horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now.” “..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?”