I’ve seriously been having angsty feelings this whole week, and while writing this I think I exploded from angst feels. I had a hard time choosing between Jimin and Taehyung, to be honest. DX 

Should I write a second part to this? If you think I should, shoot me a message on what direction the second part should take. :)

was – taehyung x you [ taehyung’s p.o.v. ]

Originally posted by nawonn

She had a voice that could sink all sorrows, make someone feel emotions like nobody ever could. She may have not shown it, but she was caring and so protective that she would make the girl that unknowingly hit on you go running with one fierce glare. She was a girl that was real soft in the inside but a little crumbly on the outside, like a freshly baked chocolate chunk cookie, the inside chewy cookie dough and the outside crunchy and sweet. She was a listener, someone who understood, yet she could be so unbelievably dense when it came to emotions because she was just so inexperienced when she was with you. She felt so naive and dumb and clumsy with every move you made, every gesture sending her into overdrive. She was not shy, oh no, but she was afraid of her strong feelings, how they overpowered her every time she tried to make a logical decision with you. She was strong, so powerful and reliable, but she would go weak in your arms if you let her lean on your shoulder once in a while. She was just that kind of person, a beautiful and sometimes insecure girl with impossibly black hair that mingled with her eyes, eyes the color of misty, stormy rain pattering against glass windows.

She was, she was, she was.

Was.

She was mine, once. She was mine before she was anyone else’s, before anyone had laid eyes on her. Everybody had envied what we had, what we were, until she was gone.

Simply gone, never to be seen again.

Where did you go?

Why had you left without me?

I still remember those nights we spent together, her whispering sweet promises into my ears, her hands gentle and cautious as if I was a flower with a weak stem, able to be broken by the slight change in the wind, when I was the guy in the relationship. She would shield me from the stares as I walked down the streets, attached to my only source of comfort. She was there for me, always there, until she wasn’t.

Some nights, I was thankful for her presence. Most nights, I never recognized her presence because it had become so routine. So ordinary. Expected.

I regret feeling this way, and sometimes I wonder if this is the way she intends to punish me for not treasuring her more when she was here, with me. Was this the way she wanted to see me suffer for being so self-centered, too involved in myself?

Is that it?

Is that why you are gone?

I hate her for making me feel bad about myself. I hate her for making me hold on desperately to the memories I have left of her. I hate how I’m not able to erase her from my life, how I see her everywhere no matter where I go. I have tried to move on for the past two years, and still she follows me everywhere, attached to my soul like the shadow sewn to my body.

I’m so sick of it now.

I’m so sick of feeling down and being depressed all the time. I’m so tired of having to apologize to empty air. I’m just too exhausted to keep living like this, always trying to make up for your loss.

Why am I living my life this way? Shouldn’t this be the time of my life? Shouldn’t I be out there, befriending people, attending parties, socializing and laughing as if I don’t have a care in the world?

She stripped me of that right when she left. She took away everything until all I had left was blame. Blame towards me, towards her, towards what had led me to her and towards everything that had made her seem so attractive. I still don’t understand what dragged me to her.

Oh wait, of course I understand. Of course I know.

It was because she was so different and so opposite from me. Her silence, her cold demeanor, her hesitation. How she stole glances and smiles when she thought no one was looking, how she could be so impossible to loosen up with but be so impossibly immature. It was how she would only look at me, disregarding everybody else around her. I had liked that I was her only anchor to reality. I had liked how the only true person she saw in her life was me. Yes, I had liked it –– no, loved it –– , and I had divulged myself into it a little too much.

All the while I liked it, I was afraid.

I was afraid that she would someday realize that she could aim for so much better. That in reality, I was too far out of her league. That fear swallowed me and made me worry too much about my appearance and how I acted around her. It made me anxious and tense every time she came over to me and said hello, conjugating a normal conversation like a normal human being would.

What I said earlier about hating her?

It’s not true.

It will never be true.

I could never hate her. How could I?

I had loved her. Once in my life, I had loved her.

I didn’t hate her, I only hated the truth she left behind, that I really was not enough for her, that she was just too good for me and I too bad.

The truth revealed that in the end, my fears and my incessant need to love and be loved pushed her away.

I guess a fire as bright, hungry, and cherished as ours was not meant to last.

I guess not.

Because all I’m left with are the bitter cinders of what was.

~ Jexo

///they are in the middle of a name tag race//

JK: Taehyung-hyung, your nametag is on backwards. 

V: What? Really? 

JK: I’ll put it back on the right way for you. //rips V’s nametag off//

V: Did you put it back on yet?

J: Taehyung, you’re so gullible.

V: Hm? 

J: He just ripped your name tag off.

V: What?

JH: Ugh, you idiot. I can’t believe you’re on my team, Taehyung.

V: What are you talking about?

JH: Jungkook just ousted you–radio announcement: V, out. V, out.

V: …

J: Our maknae’s so smart. //still proud of Jungkook//

JM: I’m so glad to have him on my team–WHOA! Hobi-hyung, that’s not fair! You’re not supposed to attack me all of a sudden!

JH: Says who? 

JK: Jimin-hyung, you’re supposed to be alert at all times! 

YJS (Yoo Jae Suk): Little Jungkook is turning into Jongkook minute by minute. //laughing//

Jongkook: What did you say? 

YJS: … Nothing.

JK: //very enthusiastic// Jongkook-hyung, what should I do next? 

Jongkook: Let’s get Suga. 

JM: He’s sleeping.

Jongkook: …. Let’s get Rap Monster.

JM: I already know where he is. 

Jongkook: You do? 

JM: Yeah, he’s on the first floor. He thinks he’s hiding really well, but honestly, it’s so obvious that he’s behind the curtains.

JH: I’m surprised he hasn’t broken the curtains yet. 

J: Didn’t he break one of the props from the first game?

JH: Only one? 

YJS: Even Jongkook doesn’t break props. //laughing through all of this//

Jongkook: … Never mind, let’s get Jae Suk first, Jungkook-ah. 

Originally posted by pvppyalien

~ Jexo

4, B, 2, B ^^ seoulbooty

a date of luck - drabbles [ link to main post: <3 ]

Originally posted by wonsoks

she loves me; she loves me not - v x you

word count: 245

“Let’s try this one,” Taehyung suggests, and you happily agree, bending down to pick the delicate white flower from the park. Its petals flutter in the breeze, and you hand it to him.

Although he knows he should be focusing on the flower, all he notices is how the color of your top compliments your eyes. Taehyung stands there, frozen, with the flower in his fingers.

“Aren’t you going to do it?”

“Huh?”

“You know, the ‘she loves me, she loves me not’ thing.”

“Oh, yeah,” Taehyung said, nodding. He took your hand and sat you down on a bench before taking off each petal, one by one.

“You’ll date me.” One petal dropped to the ground. “You won’t date me.” Another petal. He continues, until all the petals are plucked except for one.

“You’ll date me,” Taehyung says confidently, picking the last one. He looks up at you now, his lips upturned into a smile. “The flower doesn’t lie, Y/N. You have to be my girlfriend now.” He offers you the flower, which no longer has any petals left.

The bare sight of the flower makes you laugh.

“You purposefully chose a flower with an odd number of petals, didn’t you?”

He blinked innocently. “What are you talking about?”

“Taehyung—“

He grins before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “The flower says that I have the right of taking you home!”

“But the flower doesn’t have any petals left!”

“Shh.”

~ Jexo/Jade

Originally posted by fykimtaehyung

~ Jexo/Jade