Specially requested by @lelewright1234. Hope you enjoy!
Note: This work is totally fictional and has nothing to do with BTS on real life. I mean no hate toward any person in particular. This plotline was requested. Though I personally hate bullies, I still believe there is hope for everyone.
Fandom: BTS Pairing: OT7 × OC (Leah) Warning: Bullies, heart condition, divorced parents, etc. Genre: Angst Summary: Leah’s little background check and the start of it all...
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 (Complete)
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The name’s Leah and I’m 17 years old. Being born with a heart murmur and having a heart surgery as a baby, gave me the advantage of being spoiled by my whole family.
My parents were originally from Trinidad and Tobago. But I was born and grew up in America. Everything in my life was great until I reached 9 and my parents got divorced, leaving my safe haven being torn apart from the center.
I said my last goodbye to my father with tears on my face and moved with my mother to South Korea. She remarried a South Korean retired marine within a year. My step-father too, like my biological one, spoiled me with everything I wanted.
The main problem was outside my house, the people from the neighborhood. I was always considered an outsider. Being the only black girl in school was really tough for me, until my best friend, Nina joined.
Then there was this boy in class, Jungkook. At first, I considered him to be extremely shy. I really liked him and wanted to be friends. But it turned out to be a nightmare.
Jungkook took me to meet his group of some older boys from the neighborhood. The first meeting proved how wrong I was about Jungkook. He was the naughtiest kid I had ever encountered whenever he was in front of his hyungs.
Speaking of his hyungs, they were crazy as hell. They teased me with such mean comments I never expected on a first meeting. I was on the verge of tearing up when one of them, Namjoon, stopped the others and told me to go away.
Since then I tried my best to avoid them. Even during classes I would avoid sitting with Jungkook and talking with him. But they didn’t give up. It seemed like they really enjoyed bullying me. During breaks, they would all come to our class often to tease me or to make some remarks about me, making others laugh.
This continued, even after we got into high school. Seemed like they always had something new for me and they never got bored. I tried my best to avoid them. But at times, I would aggressively react to their behaviors making them shut up for some days, only for them to return with more jokes after.
I did ballet since I was 2. It was something like breathing to me. I didn’t love doing it, but it was a part of me anyway. I was taking ballet class where every now and then I bumped into Hoseok and Jimin. They also took dance classes. Mostly when they were alone, they would either ignore me or would try to talk nicely. But if they were together, they could make me wish I never took the classes in the first place.
The boys’ behaviors were really confusing sometimes. Most people assumed we were close friends, since we could be seen together in many places, though it was always them following me. Sometimes the boys would actually try to treat me nicely and then again went back to being their old selves.
So, this was a life I was used to. The teasing and hurtful comments they made about me was somehow bearable until at a point, it got worse and I slowly started to hate them.
But if I had to tell the truth, I pitied them more than I hated them. Here they were, seven very young boys, living together without any guardian. Who could teach them how to behave?
I felt like these boys lack the most important emotion it takes to be a human. The Bangtan Boys lack love.
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My Masterlist
Note: I found this prompt on Pinterest and it sounded promising. The first person that came to my mind was Yoongi. So I wrote a fan fiction about him. A little reminder that it is totally fictional. The character I made has nothing to do with the real Min Yoongi. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Fandom: BTS Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female reader Genre: Fluff and Angst Warning: Implication of self-harm, slight swearing, little drinking. Word Count: 3k Words
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“WHAT? It’s already 8:45?” I needed to hurry or I’d miss my 9 a.m. English class. I jumped out of my bed and changed my clothes as quickly as I could. I sprinted out of my house checking my watch to found that it was already 9.
A trip from the bus stand to my college took almost 15 more minutes. I started to run once I got down from the bus. I was breathing heavily when I opened the door to my class.
“We’ve already discussed about our new project, dear. Since, you’re late, your partner will explain it to you. Mr. Min Yoongi, as you’re the only one left without a partner, you two may pair up.” The professor announced.
I was too shocked to give any reaction while Yoongi just nodded. Every other seats were already taken. So I had to go sit on the back with this guy called Min Yoongi. The whole class went on in a blur. I glanced at my partner twice. He seemed to be really absorbed at whatever he was writing on his notes.
First, let me put some words about Min Yoongi. He was majoring in Music and we only had English course together. He looked very intimidating. I never saw him talk with anyone unless it was necessary. The only time he talked to me was when I was with my best friend discussing about our plans for a sleepover and he told me I was being too loud to be on the library. Since then, I tried to avoid him at all cost.
But now, he was my partner for the English project, whatever it was. I was already too nervous to approach him about the matter.
Once the class was over, he said to me, while packing his bag, “We have to write ‘Daily Words of Affirmation’ to each other for the next five days.”
“Huh?” was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
“The group project?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Oh right,” I said, “the group project. So, I have to write something positive to you from when exactly?”
“From today.” He headed to the door. “And also,” he turned back, “You can write a hand written note or send me via email, whatever way you’re comfortable with.” And he was gone.
“So, that’s it?” I thought to myself, “No other instructions? Can’t he just sit and talk like a normal person do when they do group projects?” I was getting really annoyed at this guy by then. What could I possibly write when I couldn’t even find anything good about him?
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My hair looked like a mess as I repeatedly ran my hand through them. “Oh, come on! Think like a mature person. Everybody has some good aspects about them.” I forced myself to think of something nice. The fact that by the end of the week we had to submit our interaction to our professor was more frustrating.
As I didn’t know him very well, I thought about writing something about his appearance instead. What was I going to write anyway? It wasn’t like I found him very attractive or something.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine his face. For some reason he looked like a cat to me. I smiled to myself, “Fine! I’ll write that.” I hoped he’d take that as a compliment.
“You look like a cat.” I typed on my laptop. It sounded too rude. I tried to think of a creative way to put it. I typed again.
“Though lazy, cats are really skillful in hunting. Somehow, your face reminds me of a cat. Can’t wait to find out what you’re good at!”
I was really satisfied with whatever I wrote. Before I could send it, I got an email from Yoongi first.
“With or without glasses, your eyes are the most appealing bit on your face (that’s my personal opinion).”
I was taken aback. I couldn’t picture Min Yoongi writing me that. Also, his message sounded better as a Words-of-Affirmation than mine. I still couldn’t think of a decent thing to say. So without working myself up I sent my message.
Before going to bed I went to the bathroom to wash my face as a part of the night routine. I took off my glasses and stared into my eyes in the mirror. The last time someone told me that my eyes were beautiful was in grade 8. That was before I started wearing glasses.
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I was prepared to talk to Min Yoongi the next day. I needed to find out something to write this time. It was so frustrating last night that I finally built up my courage to get acquainted with this seemingly rude guy.
We didn’t have English class that day. So I texted him to meet me at the cafeteria whenever he could. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity he texted back, “Come to the library.”
“Oh God! That library again. Does this guy even think about other people’s conveniences?” But it seemed like I had no other choice. I was determined to ace that English course no matter what. So, burying my ego I went to the library.
He was sitting at the far corner, his usual place. I got closer and saw that he was reading ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coelho. That caught my attention and I spoke up without hesitation, “I read that book last month.”
Yoongi glanced at me once and got back to reading again. I sat beside him. I tried to take the conversation further, “They say this book helps you to find your true destiny. But I guess I was too caught up with All-thing-is-one stuff to notice that.”
“Don’t worry.” He said turning a page, “Some people read with their eyes and not their minds.”
“Excuse me?” I felt offended, “did you just consider me as one of those people?’
He shrugged his shoulder while still keeping his eyes on the book. As a book lover his words felt like an insult to me. Why on earth did I end up being partnered up with a guy like him on a project like this?
I decided it was time to be frank, “Listen here, Mr. Min Yoongi. I wanted to talk to you only because I felt it was necessary to know you better. You know, for the project?”
“Yes, I know.” He shut his book close and stared at me. His eyes looked cold. It felt like he was daring me to say something more. Something I was desperately wanting to throw at him.
The next moment I saw something else in those eyes. But I couldn’t figure it out then. I turned to go away when I heard him say under his breath, “Because no one in their right mind would want to know me.”
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What could he mean by that? It ought to sound like a threat. But I felt like it was a cry for help. The more I got to know him, the more mysterious he was getting.
At least I was relieved. Because by then, I had already figured out what to write to him next.
“There’s hope for you because you read with your mind and not just the eyes.”
I wrote that thinking he was clever enough to see the sarcasm in it while our professor would have no clue, being unaware of the whole situation. I sent the message and went on about my day.
I got his email at midnight. I immediately opened it.
“You’re a natural optimistic, always seeing the beauty in the ugliest of places.”
I pondered over his words. If he really meant whatever he wrote, that would mean he had took enough time to put some serious thoughts about me.
“That’s for the project only, you silly!” I told myself.
As I went to bed, his face appeared in front of me. The way he looked at me when he said, “Yes, I know!” I felt like I knew the second expression on his face, “Was it, perhaps, sadness?”
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I texted him again the next morning, “Are you busy? If not, let’s meet again.” I had thought about his last message to me. It was rather a compliment. I was truly an optimist. My father once told me it was a strength to hold onto. So, I decided I would not let that go so easily just because some guy was trying to act tough.
I got a reply, “Actually yes, I’m kinda busy. Currently working on my new music.” After a second, another message popped up, “Sorry about it. Maybe we can meet at evening?”
It didn’t sound too bad this time. He was actually trying to be polite, whatever the reason might be. I didn’t write him back. Instead I went straight to the practice room.
It was a huge hall with different instruments here and there. I found him sitting at the very corner with a piano. So, he played piano? I always wanted to take piano lessons. For some reasons, I was never able to.
There was no one in the room. I moved closer to hear him play better. He was scribbling in his notes something I couldn’t see. I patiently waited without bothering him. Then, he started to play.
The music slowly started to build by the time. The sweet music turning into something, I dare say, emotional. I felt my heart getting heavy. My feet felt numb. I stayed motionless as I took in every stroke of the key within myself.
How could a person seemingly so cold, make music so touching?
Yoongi finished the whole piece and looked back at me, directly into my eyes, as if he knew I was standing there. A drop of tear fell from my eye. I suddenly realized my cheeks were wet.
“What did you name it?” I asked about the beautiful music he had created.
“First Love.”
We were sitting across the table in the café. I had a latte while he ordered an Americano. “Did you really make that?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“It was so beautiful. I have never heard anyone playing a piano before. You sounded like a piano prodigy or something.”
“You’re saying that since you never heard anyone playing a piano before.”
A moment of silence, then I broke into a laugh. I was getting used to his kind of humor by then. Yoongi’s smile slowly built on his lip. His cheeks turned red as he said “thank you” in a low voice.
“What?” I said loudly, “I couldn’t hear you. Did you just come up with another savage reply of yours since the last one didn’t bother me?”
This time his smile widened to reach up to his eyes. That was a sight I never saw before. He looked so innocent with that gummy smile of his. I suddenly felt something inside my stomach twisting.
He felt like a boy I could love.
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Was it even possible? Could people really fall in love with someone so easily? Or maybe I was mistaking infatuation for love. Even if I wasn’t in love with him already, I was pretty sure I would be soon if I continued to get closer to him.
One thing was clear. Whatever the feeling might be, it was too strong to ignore. Never in my life had I felt something so deep.
“You are so full of love that you should cherish your ability of making such lively music.”
I didn’t hesitate to send him the message. This time, I waited eagerly for his reply. His words were reassuring. They made me feel alive. They made me realize, I had something in me. But again, that was exactly what the project was all about.
I waited and waited. At some point I fell asleep on my reading table. I woke up at about 10 p.m. I quickly checked my email. The message I was waiting for had already arrived.
“You’re a light in the darkest room, a bright star in the night sky. You’re someone’s hope in the time of complete despair.”
I knew I would keep thinking about it all night.
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10:43 p.m. I texted him, “Can’t sleep.”
“Me too.” A quick reply.
“Wanna meet?”
“Sure.”
11:04 p.m. We were sitting on the park bench. The night was surprisingly cold. I was grateful for the beer Yoongi brought with him. But I was getting high by the time.
“I don’t know what to talk about.”
“Don’t worry. I like silent company more.”
11:18 p.m. I could feel the alcohol was making me a little drowsy. But I didn’t want to go back just then. “What are you good at? Other than music?” I said trying to avoid the sleepiness.
“I used to play basketball in high school.”
11:35 p.m. I decided it was time to talk about some real shit, “I want to get a tattoo so bad.”
“Get it then.”
“My mother will kill me.”
Yoongi shrugged his shoulder. Then he unbuttoned his sleeve to show me his bare wrist. I spotted a faint white line there, “What is that?” As soon as I asked that, I knew I messed up.
“Shit.” I swore, “Sorry.”
“If you ever decide to get the tattoo, take me with you. I’ll get one here.” He raised his wrist again.
“Fine! Let’s get going then.”
11:49 p.m. Yoongi drove us to the tattoo parlor I always passed by and fantasized about getting in.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I almost screamed in excitement. Yoongi smiled at me and my inside melted.
They were not allowing us to go inside since it was almost closing time. I practically begged them to let us in. After a minute or two, Yoongi stepped forward and said something to the guy I couldn’t hear properly.
Finally they let us in.
12:14 a.m. We were driving back from the parlor. “Don’t you want to see my tattoo?” I asked.
“You probably got it somewhere no one could see.”
I smirked, “I’ll show YOU though.” I lifted my shirt to show my waist where I got a little bow.
“What did you get?” I asked Yoongi, “Can I see it?”
He showed me his wrist. There was a small line drawn along which were the piano keys. It was so simple yet I knew how important it was to him.
He said, “Piano is my savior.”
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I woke up late with a headache. I quickly lifted my shirt to check my tattoo. It was there, fresh as new. I smiled to myself, “So it wasn’t a dream after all.”
I took a pain reliever and made myself some mango juice. I checked my email and found Yoongi’s message. Just the thought of reading it made my whole body squirmy.
“You’re a rebel at heart.”
It was such a compliment to me. All my life, I’d only had dreams. But I felt like a coward every time I stepped away from fulfilling them. I decided, as soon as my semester would be over, I’d start getting piano lessons as well.
“Maybe Yoongi can teach me.” I thought and smiled.
It was my turn to return the compliment.
“The courage you have to show the vulnerable side of yours, makes you stronger.”
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I texted Yoongi that I had three classes, so I would meet him at evening. I already missed more than half of the first class since I woke up late. During the other classes I kept checking my phone often to see if he had replied. There was none.
Once my last class was done, I called him. It sent me straight to voicemail, “Hey Yoongi, it’s me. Just called to know when you’re free so that we could hangout… Yeah! So, call me back when you can, okay?”
I was waiting anxiously all evening. But there was not a single text or call from Yoongi. I kept wondering what could be the reason.
“He’s probably busy, that’s all.” I tried to reassure myself. But there was a part of me which felt like something was not right.
Maybe my last message mentioning about his vulnerable side was too much. Maybe he never meant for me to see that, but he was drunk enough to let that slip.
It was already midnight. Yoongi hadn’t contact me for a whole damn day. I was really stressed at that point. I felt like I had messed up. I wanted to cry.
“Why do you have to be so clingy, you pathetic bitch?” I shouted out at myself. That didn’t help. Since there was nothing I could do, I finally fell asleep wishing that as soon as I woke up, everything would be okay.
I checked my phone the next day. There was still no reply. So, I felt like it was time I wrote my final Words-of-Affirmation to him.
“You are someone’s favorite person in the entire world.”
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Yoongi texted me that evening, “Meet me at the park.”
I saw Yoongi waiting for me beside the park bench we were sitting on two nights ago. I went to him and he looked up, his expression unreadable.
“Why didn’t you call me yesterday?” was the first thing that came out of me.
“It doesn’t matter.” He said, “Our project ends today.”
“Project?” I was too confused. What did he mean by that? Were we just hanging out because of that stupid project? I felt too numb to react to that.
Yoongi took some time before he said slowly, “It doesn’t feel right.”
“What?” I asked.
“We shouldn’t be hanging out.”
“And why is that?” I was getting a little angry at him.
“Everything’s happening too fast. I don’t think I’m ready to handle them.” He sounded as if he were scared.
“Yoongi, it’s okay! We all feel overwhelmed at times. It’ll pass. Just take it easy and see what comes next.”
“No!” he said, “Please, don’t try to get too close. We’ll both end up being hurt.”
“I’m sure that won’t happen.” I stepped forward. But Yoongi took a step back.
“But you don’t know me.”
“I want to know you.” I said, “At least give me a chance.”
Yoongi gave out a mocking laugh, “How can you do that when I don’t even know myself?”
That was it. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything else. I stood there in silence. Tears threatening me every moment to burst out.
“There is a lot I still need to figure out.” Yoongi said finally, “I need to find myself first in order to let people get close to me. I don’t want to lose any loved ones anymore.”
He came closer and took my hands. He gave me a folded paper and said, “It’s my last message to you. Forgive me for everything, will you?”
Then he walked away. Tears kept falling from my eyes as I didn’t stop them anymore. Crying was the only way I knew to deal with grief.
I opened the paper when I got home.
“You have so much potential in you that once you realize your destiny, no one can stop you from achieving it.”
Whatever the destiny was, I didn’t know it. All I knew was that what Yoongi needed was time. And I could surely gave him that. But I was not going to give up on him.
My Masterlist
—Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
Thank you @poutyniall. I really wanted to get to know you. You seemed like a very interesting person to me. Anyway, here's what I personally like.
Fav color: Black and Blue
Currently Reading: The Humans by Matt Haig (feels like my cup of tea)
Last Song: For You by BTS (since I'm a baby ARMY, I mostly listen to BTS all day)
Last Series: It's Okay to Not be Okay (Currently watching)
Last Movie: Paap Punya (A Bangladeshi film), The Notebook (As for an English language film)
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Anything but spicy.
Currently Working on: A fanfiction, hehe...
I'll just tag my best friend here, @tanikas-world-of-art
Thanks so much @mysoftboybensolo for the tag and sorry for the late response
Fav color: purple
Currently reading: (about to start) "The Book of Accidents" by Chuck Wendig
Last song: "Stardust" by Armin Van Buuren and Jean Michel Jarre (in repeat)
Last series: Stranger Things
Last Movie: Wendy (2020) 《it's such a good movie I watched it like 3 times in a row 》
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy (which is also savory btw)
Currently working on: answering this post
tagging: @shyloverboy , @unagotitadelluvia , @greghouse , @cocoamoonmalfoy , @dusted-souls , @vanillabeanlattes , @genericbrowngurl , @oh-nostalgiaa , @palpalopaloma @virtie333
Just something I made...
Fandom: BTS Characters: OT7 (Devil!Namjoon, Demigod!Seokjin, Wizard!Yoongi, Angel!Hoseok, Werewolf!Taehyung, Gumiho!Jimin, Vampire!Jungkook) For a visual representation check these >>> VMinKook & NamJinSope Warning: Fighting, killing, spilling blood, mention of suicide, slight swearing. Word Count: 2k Words
Summary: In a world ruled by humans, the other worldly, non-humans are in hiding. But how long will it last this way?
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 [Complete]
Jungkook couldn’t recall when the last time he got out of his huge mansion was. It would get really lonely sometimes, living all alone. It wasn’t like this all the time. He was used to travelling around the world a lot. But now, even roaming around his neighboring woods seemed dangerous.
Today, Jungkook had built up his courage and stepped out in to the woods. He could sense that his body was growing weaker. He needed blood. So, he searched for a suitable prey.
He could smell blood ahead of him. “What is it again?” he thought. The smell wasn’t foreign but it was a distant memory to him. He stood there, puzzling over the smell.
“Humans!” as soon as the thought occurred to him a bullet went straight through his side.
“Not bullets!” someone shouted, “use those wooden arrows, idiots. He’s a vampire.”
Jungkook turned back and wanted to run. But someone had already shoot an arrow through one of his legs. He fell on his knees in pain.
“So, this is the end of me.” He thought, “They are going to lock me up in their lab and God knew whatever they are going to do to me.”
They started to come closer, pointing their weapons at him. There were too many of them for Jungkook to fight alone with his weak body. He started wondering whether he should lay still and let them take him or fight back and risk being killed on the process.
“Not today, fellas!” Someone shouted from behind them. All the humans’ attention went straight to the direction at once. In that brief moment of confusion, Jungkook hid himself behind a large tree nearby.
He could sense there was a fight; the bullets were fired and the arrows were thrown in every direction. The humans’ were panicking. Whatever their secret attacker was, it was really swift at its job.
Jungkook was trying to understand what it was. But with all the fuss, and too many humans around, he couldn’t make out the smell. The fight continued for some time. Some of the humans were killed. Jungkook could tell by the smell of their fresh blood in the air. The remaining accepted their defeat and fled.
It was quiet for some time. A sweet voice spoke, “You can come out, now. They are gone.”
Jungkook couldn’t trust the stranger immediately. He was still traumatized because of the sudden attack. Then, a face appeared in front of him. He was startled and moved back in fear.
The face smiled, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”
Jungkook was looking at the stranger with wide eyes, trying to make up his mind whether to trust him or not. The stranger gasped at the sight of his injury, “Oh dear, you’re hurt. Come out. Let me help you.”
He held up his hand. Jungkook hesitantly took it and came out in to the open. A huge black wolf suddenly jumped at him and started to lick his face.
“Taehyung!” The gentle stranger spoke, “Stop it. You’re scaring him.”
The wolf got down and whined at him. He laughed, “I know he’s cute. But let him get used to us first.” He turned to Jungkook and said, “He’s just very excited to meet you.”
The wolf nudged its head softly on Jungkook’s arm. For the first time in many years, a smile grew on his face.
“No, no, no!” Yoongi kept muttering for the millionth time as he went through his papers again and again, “This can’t go wrong.”
“Apparently, it has.” Said Seokjin while filing his nails.
“What went wrong?” Yoongi was too frustrated to hear him, “I did it all right. Everything’s to the point; the potions, the signs, the spells.”
“Maybe you somehow pronounced it wrong?” Seokjin further suggested, “With that forever pout on your mouth, it is not surprising.”
Namjoon was looking at those men in front of him. He was not scared even though he was locked up inside a cell. Instead, he was amused by the never ending bickering of the two.
“As I made it pretty clear,” Namjoon cleared his throat to gain their attentions, “I think you are wasting my time and yours, locking me up like this.”
“Then, what do you suggest?” Yoongi asked, his voice dead serious, “Let you go? Just like that? After months of spending sleepless nights to work for this, you think I will let you go that easily?”
Namjoon sighed, “I can’t come to your aid, either. You said it yourself, what you need specifically is an angel. And I’m not one. At least, not anymore.”
The last words he spoke was almost in a whisper. But it was loud enough for Seokjin to catch. “What do you mean by that?” He rose up from his seat and gasped, “Are you a fallen angel, then? Oh my Gods! He is the devil. The devil!”
Yoongi let out a frustrated cry, “Will you please shut up making a fuss about everything?"
“I’m sorry,” Seokjin continued, “but I think, you were the one making a fuss around all this time. Why can’t you just do all these weird rituals again and call up an angel. This time, it might actually show up. After all, there are more angels than devils.”
“Because,” Yoongi slammed his hand on the table, “It can only be done once.”
“Maybe,” Namjoon interrupted their silly arguments again, “if you tell me the true motive behind your doings, I can help you find a real angel.”
“Well, no thanks.” Yoongi dismissed his proposal, “I don’t think my motive is evil enough for a devil’s fancy.”
Namjoon’s voice turned really serious this time, “Why don’t you give it a try?”
The boy named Jimin, who had saved Jungkook earlier, had bound a handkerchief on his injured leg. He said, “The wound should not last long. But since you’re too weak and who knows when the last time you had taken blood, I think it might take some time to heal.”
“Umm… four months.” Jungkook mumbled.
“Pardon?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook said hesitantly, “It’s been four months since I last fed on blood.”
“No way!” he gasped, “How did you manage to survive all alone like that?”
Taehyung came back in his human form with a box smile on his face. Jungkook couldn’t help noticing how incredibly young and handsome he looked.
“I’ve hunted a stag.” He announced, “You can have the blood while we feast on its meat.”
“That’s settle then.” Jimin stood up and urged Jungkook to follow them.
After they were done with their dinner, Jimin and Taehyung introduced themselves. Jungkook found out that Jimin was a Gumiho, a nine tailed fox and Taehyung was a werewolf.
“My name is Jeon Jungkook. I’m a vampire.”
Jimin laughed out at his introduction, “Of course, we know that, silly. We also know a lot more about you.”
Jungkook looked puzzled, “How?”
“For instants, we know that you’ve been living in that mansion for quite a long time and there is a legend about you in town. Since the formation of OHA, when all the supernatural beings were forced into hiding, you had faked your death to the OHA people to escape being captured. But nobody from town dared to come to your mansion yet. So far, you had hidden well, my friend.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jungkook said, “But since you brought up this matter…” He didn’t finish his sentence.
“What about it?” Jimin asked.
“I don’t think I can go back to the mansion again. They might come back looking for me. The Humans!”
Jimin and Taehyung exchanged worried looks which made Jungkook very nervous. He was afraid they would refuse him to join their group.
Finally, Taehyung said with the same old box smile, “Don’t you worry about it, little friend. You, me, Jimin, we are a set now.”
Kim Joon-Hwi, the founder and CEO of the ‘Organization for Human Aids’, in short OHA, had been very upset lately. Because the progress on his works were getting slower by the day.
Once, there used to be a lot of super natural beings around. They could be easily caught and locked up. The research was blooming at the time. But slowly their numbers declined. Whatever left were now more careful than ever before.
The lab rats they had caught since the last 5 years were dying away fast. Some of them wouldn’t cooperate and even attempted suicide to escape being tested by the scientists and wizards. There were even a small numbers to have escaped the facility.
“We have found out that the ancient vampire called Jeon Jungkook is still alive and thriving in the woods, sir.” One of the guards came to inform him.
Kim Joon-Hwi turned to him, “So, what now? Have you been able to catch him?”
“Unfortunately not, sir!” the guard said, “But we have found out that there are other beings in that woods as well.”
“Other beings?” He was curious now, “What do you mean?”
“A werewolf and perhaps a Gumiho, sir, though we are not absolutely sure about it. He was in human form.”
“A Gumiho!” Kim Joon-Hwi exclaimed, “Come on, prepare all the guards immediately. Their location cannot be lost. Send the wizards too, if necessary.”
The guard bowed and left. Kim Joon-Hwi was really excited. The one and only Gumiho they had caught in 5 years died last year. It was the rarest of species to exist on earth that most people believed it had gone extinct.
“Finally some good news!” he thought.
“Alright,” Yoongi said, “I’ve decided to trust you with my secret.”
“Ah…” Seokjin interrupted, “So, you’re trusting a devil, now. Didn’t I ask you first about that motive of yours?”
“The thing is,” Yoongi continued as if no one had interrupted him, “I’m planning to take down OHA.”
Namjoon and Seokjin looked at each other. They stared intensely for quite a long time.
“They are definitely judging me right now.” Yoongi thought. The next moment, they both burst into laughter.
“I thought you were serious.” Namjoon said, “Which I still think you are. But your plan is an impossible dream. Can’t you tell that? I mean, what gave you the notion that it could actually be done?”
Seokjin was still laughing, “Oh God! Look at this kid. Who does he think he is?”
“Look!” Yoongi said, “I’m not in the mood to explain it all to you, guys. You’ve asked me to tell you my true motive and I did. Whether you believe it or not, that’s up to you.”
After hours of mocking and shouting at each other, Yoongi was finally able to make them see his true vision. Half-heartedly they all agreed upon to pursue the goal of Yoongi.
Namjoon took them with him to meet the angel he had promised. Before he went inside, he turned to them one last time and said, “I want you both to remember that, in my thousand and one years on earth, this is the very first angel I had met a few days ago. If I had any other options, I would have probably taken you to the other ones. So, keep it in mind. He is our only Hope.”
As soon as Namjoon opened the door to the Arcade zone, someone came running to hug him.
“Namjoon-ah…” he called in excitement, “You’ve finally come to meet me.” He was jumping like a five year old while still hugging Namjoon awkwardly.
He was covered with garments and fancy accessories from his head to toe. Colors of all kinds seemed to have been splashed all over him. Starting from bucket hats, chains, bracelets, sunglass, there was also a very weird looking pouch hanging by his pants. Overall he looked like a homeless picking up clothes from wherever he can to make up a messy outfit.
“Guys,” Namjoon gave them an apologetic look, “This is Hoseok, the brightest angel to ever exist.”
“What the actual fuck?” Yoongi said.
My Masterlist
I watched the (IT) movies before I read the book. I only rated the movies 3 stars out of 5 and I didn’t expect that I would love the book as much as I did. The book is more sentimental.
I usually have hard times explaining something I like. So, I can’t make people (who haven’t already read it) understand that this book is not just merely a horror book. It creates so many emotions while reading. So I took some time to think about why I actually felt so connected to the story and it turns out that I can relate to most of the main characters.
Eddie: Eddie has some mommy issues as we know. Eddie’s mother Sonia; who is also a single mother, is overprotective of her son. She stresses too much about her son getting sick that it ends up Eddie being a hypochondriac for the rest of his life. As much as Eddie wants to run away from the house he can’t quite get over the fact that his mother actually loves him and there is no one in her world without him. He knows she has him under control, but can’t protest in fear of hurting her. I, too, sometimes feel the same way. My mother loves me very much and I know it. But I also know that she is overprotective towards me which actually makes me suffocate sometimes. But yet, it’s hard to deny the fact that it is love which drives her to do so. I, too, feel like I can’t really leave her behind.
Ben: Ben is such a sweetheart. He is also a bit nerdy like me. He is probably the most loneliest among the losers. I had wondered many times whether I will be lonely too in the future. I do have friends. But I just feel like I’m very different than the person they think I am and this friendship we have are just temporary. I think, like Ben, I will also have to live alone.
Richie: The clown of the group is Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. His friends usually think he lives the happiest life. But a clown just wears a mask. Behind it who knows what lies. The saddest part is when I realized Richie is the only one who can’t show the true self even in front of his friends. This ‘holding on’ of the emotions is more depressing than anything can ever be. My friends think that I’m also living the best of life. I don’t or simply can’t show what is actually going on in my mind. People will usually describe me as the carefree and funny guy.
These are some of the many things I find similar to myself. Maybe I’m too much sentimental for my own good. But one thing is clear, IT depicts the human nature in an amazing way.
Finally, the whole story...
“Why did I fight with Jimin-hyung? We were trainees. I personally don’t think my puberty years had hit me yet, I was really young at the time. Jimin-hyung, as the second youngest, was putting a lot of effort into watching his behavior. Was it during practice? Or was it just because of the way I spoke? I honestly don’t even remember how I used to talk. But it got to a point where even angelic Hobi-hyung would get angry at my way of speaking. My way of speaking on a normal basis wasn’t bad. I’m the type that gets a little riled up, so the guys warned me many times because of that. That’s probably why Jimin-hyung called me out separately, to talk about it. I felt very… So, I knew what I did wrong. I instinctively knew, because of how I was acting. But, because I also have my pride, I felt like there were parts that I was right about. As I was talking to Jimin-hyung, I got angry. I got angry and Jimin-hyung got angry.”
Rating: 5/5
Genre: Romance/Mystery
Summary: Narrated fully in first person, the story follows a young orphan boy called Pip, who lives with his sister and her blacksmith husband, Joe. Pip has no expectation for his future but to become a blacksmith and live a common life. But when he is asked to visit a wealthy woman, Miss Havisham, to play with her daughter, Estella, Pip’s life turns upside down. By the day, Estella makes Pip feel more course and common. The only thing Pip wants now is to become a gentleman and be worthy of Estella.
My opinion: If you are a classic lover this book is a must read for you. Even if you are not, you still need to try reading this epic story. One of my favourite classics ever, ‘Great Expectation’ is Dickens’s one of the bests. The story is very intense. There are places where you cannot help but laugh, as well as places where your heart will break.
I can relate myself in a lot of way with Pip as he finds truth about himself along the story. What makes a man wants more? What is the reward in being content? These questions are beautifully answered.
More than one and a half century old, this story depicts the social situation of that time perfectly. Class discrimination is a vital part of this novel. Charles Dickens is famous for his presentation of human behaviour in an authentic way. As a result, each character is well developed and real.
Favourite character: Miss Havisham, one of the most gothic characters in literature, is my favourite person from the novel. Her appearance was very interesting. Her house were decorated like a wedding which took place a long time ago and she wore the same dress literally all the time. Not a single object was moved in her house and it looked like as if it was stuck in time forever.
Miss Havisham was a very complicated character and not without flaws, which made her more real. She was cold on the outside but I feel like there was still some warmth left in her heart somewhere.
Quote: “Throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.”
Genre: Crime/Thriller
Rating: 4/5
Summary: Willard Russell, a war veteran, tries to find peace by settling down with his family. But soon his wife, Charlotte is diagnosed with cancer and Willard does anything he knows possible to keep her alive, leaving his son, Arvin, traumatized for life. A preacher and his crippled cousin tries to run from the law when an experiment goes terribly wrong. A psychologically disturbed couple search for models to capture perfect photos. This is a story of a place full of ignorance, maniacs, blind faith and evil.
My Opinion: I knew I would love this book as soon as I started reading it. I knew this book will leave me scarred mentally. Yet I couldn’t resist the temptation of reading it. The events on this book are terrible. I cannot stop thinking about it. The dark sides of human natures are represented in a breathtaking way. The haunted images followed me all the time. This book is definitely not for any faint hearted person. The characters are very complicated. Some of them are in such a misery, I feel very bad for them. Morally complicated characters always fascinate me. They seem like real human beings. This book contains such characters. I think too much about them and to me they have become real. I usually don’t support violence. I personally think evils can only be defeated by all the positivity like honesty and love. But some cases in the book contradicts my values. It makes me feel like there are some things which are too evil to forgive or let go.
Favourite Character: Though I like almost all the characterizations in the book, I like Arvin more than any other. He has a very tough life and he is brave. I support almost every action of him. He is the perfect example of a brother. Though he is a violent man, he is a caring one too.
Quote: “Too much religion could be as bad as too little, maybe even worse.”