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RebirthSurrender

Edgenoble
Original poster
LURKER MEMBER
FOLKLORE MEMBER
Invitation Status
  1. Looking for partners
Posting Speed
  1. Speed of Light
  2. Multiple posts per day
  3. 1-3 posts per day
  4. One post per day
  5. Multiple posts per week
Online Availability
a lot
Writing Levels
  1. Intermediate
  2. Adept
  3. Advanced
  4. Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
Genres
Yaoi, Gay, Kpop, Fantasy, Magic, Horror, Drama, Angst
By the time Rapmon started speaking Tae had already reduced his microphone down to "T" so apparently he was now 'T". It showed how frustrated he was getting when Rapmon finally stepped in front of him and took over. He wasn't going to let the youngers get harrassed it seemed. V was so thankful for how nice their leader was, happy to take the brunt of the damage as long as his maknaes didn't get hurt. He smiled up at him and stretched, hidden from the camera he poked Kookie in the cheek knowing that he felt just as awkward. He smiled at him and looked back towards Rapmon. He went to discuss their new songs and album as well as their most recent fan meet up and upcoming ones. He wasn't the one that did scheduling but he certainly knew about it. As a leader should. V respected Rapmon most of the time, sometimes he was a little strange and he pointed it out a lot. Rapmon and Jin were their worst dancers so V sometimes laughed at them for that. No one could insult them the way BTS insulted themselves, Jimin Hyung frequently had this thing about calling himself and Suga Ugly, which was kinda funny to V as both were pretty attractive in his eyes. However, He had his eyes on his maknae, even though Kook was younger he liked him far more than the other members. Kook and He got along, they were both rather playful, competitive and caring. They were also pretty savage - Kook being more savage as he remembers one fan meet where he almost busted up laughing after someone called Kook their Oppa and had to be at least twice as old as he was. It was hilarious the look on his maknaes face, he almost couldn't contain the laughter. Kook had been so angry at the fan that his result was to tell everyone to carry ID and at that point V had fallen off his chair laughing, and ended up having to be picked up by JHope who was almost laughing just as hard. It was likely the most savage towards a fan he'd ever seen his Maknae get. Good times. Since then V always liked him.

They filed into the back of the van but V was still feeling down, feeling bad for having feelings for his Maknae despite the maknae not seeming to mind him flirting. That or he didn't notice. V flirted with him a lot more often than he did with his hyungs. Sure, every so often he flirted with a couple of them, Namely JHope and Suga, sometimes Jin and Jimin, but V found himself more interested in Kook than anyone of his group. Especially since Kook was so reactive to his emotions. Even as he sat faking a smile Kook noticed something was off and tended to him by forcing Psy on him. Kook knew that whenever he heard this song he couldn't help but eventually dance, and that's exactly what happened. He listened to it for a moment, as the beat wore on in his ears he started to tap his foot until he was smiling and dancing in the backseat. He actually bumped the seat once and got smacked by Rapmon gently as one of the eldest tipped his head towards sleeping Suga. V moved back in the seat so he wasn't kicking Suga's, putting him sideways almost laying across Jimin and Kook. The maknae line was killing it in the back seat meanwhile Jin and the manager were sitting up front. Leaving JHope, Suga and Rapmon in the middle. V Leaned on Kookie as they listened to Psy watching Rapmon take care of Suga. If V didn't know any better he would have sworn Rapmon was into Suga the way he himself was into Kookie. It was so sweet watching how gentle Rapmon was with Suga. V almost certainly was right about the feelings between the two, only it didn't seem Suga shared them. Though, his lazy hyung was hard to read at times. He continued leaning on Kook as they drove, his tummy growling and he was thirsty. Finally after what seemed like ages the boys pulled up to the stop. "FINALLY" V said, receiving a glare from his hyung as Rapmon narrowed his eyes. He made an apologetic little bow and quickly ducked out of the car before Rapmon - god of destruction - destroyed his face. The other quickly left the car and moved to go inside with his Hyung's and maknae. They ordered just as Rapmon finally got Suga to come in. V slightly hid behind the maknae at the look Suga was giving him because of him waking him with a loud scream before Rapmon was able to completely wake him. V stayed hidden not feeling like Suga was a good person to mess with right now and he was a little less hyper due to his crappy mood at the moment, even though the boys had done everything they possibly could to make him happier. They ordered and sat down, a couple fans recognizing them and as if on cue the boys started to do fanservice to catch the fans attention which was working flawlessly. V rested his chin on Kooks shoulder giving the fans a peace sign and a love heart a moment later with half of his hand for ARMY to fill the other half. He grinned at the camera and stole some of Kook's drink just for the fanservice. He grinned at Kook and smirked his direction as he handed the drink back. The fans ate it up and thought he was being a pest but a cute one.

Finally, they finished eating after a couple of more fan-service shots. The boys then left and walked back out to the van. V looked at his Maknae, a very telling smirk on his face as it widened on one side. "HanaDulSet - Go." He said not even breathing for the numbers, taking off, but Kook had been ready because he was quick on his feet. V raced Kook to the van and ended up losing, he tried to slow down but ended up sliding and running straight into Kook, pinning him to the van. He was standing in front of him with his arms braced on either side of the others shoulders, panting slightly because of their brief dash. This was the first time he'd had Kook in front of him like this and fans took pictures of the very quick action that honestly was a complete accident. He swallowed and slowly stepped back only for Jimin to be a little dick and push them more into each other just because he felt like it - he was pretty sure JHope was in on it too. Their bodies were pressed up against each other and V tried to step back but Jimin didn't allow it. "Yaaah! Jiminnie!" He said growling at him and pushing him to the side by mule kicking him in the ass . V had caught himself looking at Jungkook's face a lot more closely than usual, having accidently pinned the other when he tripped and Kook beat him to the car. He honestly didn't know how Kook ended up facing him and how they ended up close enough to kiss but he wanted to know pretty badly. V's eyes and face went blank for a split second as he looked over the other's face. He had never noticed how pretty Kookie's lips were... they looked sweet, much like his nickname. He swallowed visibly and instantly pulled away as he came back to reality realizing he had leaned just a fraction closer after being pushed. He gently shoved his Maknae off to the side and opened the van door climbing into the van hiding in it holding up his jacket to block cameras from him because that picture following the interview was nothing if not embarrassing enough. He hid in the back of the van while fans tried getting closer but were kept at bay. He didn't want anymore pictures and he hid under his blue jean jacket running a hand through his red hair. He wanted to kick Jimin's butt in a more violent way for what he just did, but it would still be 'semi' playful. He heard and felt the others get in and once the car was moving again he uncovered his head. "YAHHHH~ JIMIN-Hyung!!" he gently smacked him on the head. "You are so mean..." He said pouting at him. He growled at Hope for consoling Jimin and huffed. "Yah!" V was adorably creepy when he was mad.

The ride home was talked about with Video games as the boys tried once again to cheer up V who ended up pretty quickly all things considered. "I'll kick your butt Hyung." V said with a pout at him. They had talked about gaming while standing for coffee and V just smiled and drank his coffee and harassed Kook with Fanservice. He groaned at the others and curled up waiting to get home. However, HOME wasn't on the schedule as JHope had said but as usual V didn't listen. They had to go to the studio first, then they were going to the noona's to get their hair redone as they were starting to do the acting for their new albums. V looked around and noticed they were at the studio and he rolled his eyes a little. He still felt a little uneasy about the event with Kook, as they hadn't really had the proper time to talk about it among themselves so things were still rather awkward. V even stayed away from Kook the whole ride as much as he could even though his Maknae seemed confused at his inactivity in their usual bromance. As soon as they got to the studio V was first out, which was definitely out of character for him as he took off inside to go to the bathroom. He stayed in there for several moments before finally leaving it and walking out of it to go meet back up with his Hyung's and the beautiful golden maknae. Before they started to dance Rapmon pulled V to the side to talk to him but he didn't get much out of him other than a grumble and he pushed him aside to go join everyone. Even Rapmon seemed confused at V's change in attitude. After the dance set V traded the front from Jin who was very confused, sitting with Hobi and Jimin in the very back. V was quiet the entire way home, watching the fading lines of the road from the side window. He didn't look at any of his hyungs nor the persistent Kook who tried cheering him up. As soon as they were home he bolted inside and locked himself in his room. He was thankful the only one with a key was Rapmon and the manager. As much as Kook supported his lifestyle, it wasn't right to have that forced on you. They had almost kissed and he could see how uneasy Kook was because of it. Maybe it was just nerves? But either way... He wanted nothing to do with his maknae right now. A knock at his door was met with a shoe because whoever was on the other side wanted to ask him if he was okay. He curled up on his bed and hugged his pillow, thinking to himself about so much.

Kim Taehyung
Rapmon was so thankful to be able to completely hijack the stream. The lady seemed pissed but he didn't rightly care. It was up to him to protect his members and that is exactly what he would do. The stream finally ended and as soon as it did RM almost got knocked over by two of his maknae line bolting out. Of course it would be those two. They were practically attacked on the stream and he did what he could to stop it. He could only do so much though, Kook's reaction had aided in the woman's efforts and RM found himself rubbing his temples. He was scolded slightly for the others actions but the manager accepted his second speak of stealing the stream entirely. The network decided against airing parts of it, but it seemed some of it was already posted. RM was frustrated but easily got over it as he left out the station doors to go to the van. All of them loaded back into the van and this time RM found himself wagging his proverbial tail as Suga sat next to him. He smiled at him and fixed his hair for him a little. "Mm. Hyung... You need more sleep..." He said looking over at Suga, gently wiping an area under suga's eye that had darkened where the shadow bled down from what he imagined was that Suga was rubbing his eyes. He gently picked up the fall out and smiled at him, fixing up his make up for him the best he could. "You're lucky they use waterproof liner... " he thumbed over one side of it and smiled at him. "There, much better." He said as the rest of them got into the van. It didn't take long but RM glanced over as he felt a small weight on his shoulder, slowly increasing. What was there had him chuckling softly at the other. "... Silly..." he said just under his breath as he moved his hand up to pull the other over a bit more to give him a little more of his shoulder and chest to sleep on. He even moved the seats of both him and Suga down just a little. Not enough to bother V or Kook or Jimin in the back.

He let the other rapper sleep gently on his chest as he put his arm behind him and folded the other behind his head, palm pressing against his own head. He had his head tilted so he could watch Yoongi as he loved to do so. He smiled softly and wrapped his arm over the other's shoulder, pulling him closer gently. He stroked his hand very slowly and soothingly up and down the length of Sugas arm with such a gentle smile on his face. He loved Suga but it was in a way people didn't expect. He understood him in ways people didn't. Everyone thought Suga was just ... grumpy... rude... snappy sometimes a little cute did come out too though. But he knew better... when they were alone Suga was so sweet to him. As long as no one else was around he would smile and cuddle with rapmon to watch TV, there were several things about their relationship that said that they shouldn't be this close, but Rm didn't care. Just as V said he was gay it gave Rapmon the courage to love who he loved. Rapmon loved women. He wanted to marry a woman but something about Yoongi pulled him in that direction and it made RM very curious at the very least. RM was a pleaser. He liked seeing people happy, smiling. Enjoying themselves. If he could make Suga smile he could make anyone smile. Suga usually only smiled on cue or when he was truly happy at something. Otherwise he was sleeping or giving a cute smile. His real smile was so much more authentic... and in rapmons opinion, beautiful.

It took them a little while to pull up to the place and when they finally did RM gently ran his hand through Yoongi's hair. "Hyung... " he said softly. "Time to get up for a bit... " He said. They went inside finally after RM had to shake Yoongi a bit, he ended up threatening to kiss him by leaning into his ear. "If you don't wake up I'm kissing you for instagram." He had said in his ear. Granted, it still took Suga a minute to wake. RM grinned at him and kissed his Hyung's cheek pulling him out of the van a moment later and walking with him into the shop. He learned that they were going to be doing dance at the studio then going to get their hair dyed and he glanced at Suga. He didn't want Suga having to dance because of how tired he was but there was really no choice. PD Hyung told them that their schedule was non-negotiable at the best of times. RM got Suga something caffeinated and also shared his own drink with him too which definitely got a few 'Aww's' and "Suga-Oppa~" and a couple of "NamGi!!' Which made Rapmon inwardly smirk and pull Suga closer. "Hyung..." he pushed his drink over to him more drinking from the straw and adding a second for him to drink too. Rapmon had like 8 shots of caffeine in his, he was always tired because being the leader was stressful. He then heard "YoonJoon!" and he looked over grinning a little. "ARMY are insane... I kinda like them." He said grinning at Yoongi. "Come on, drink... I know you don't like it but it's going to help I promise." He nuzzled his cheek with his nose bridge and that got so many fangirl (and boy) screams that he almost cringed. He pulled back and looked over to see a large group of people watching them through the window. He chuckled and put his arm over the other's shoulders. Finally, they finished off their food and drink, taking the rest of the food out to the van with them. On the way out He ended up pulling Suga off to the side as the maknae line raced to the vehicle. "Yahh, watch it!" RM said, annoyed they almost bowled over Yoongi hyung.

He noticed the maknae's teasing each other and he shook his head. "You guys are a handful..." He said softly, watching as V seemed to have a polarity switch in his behavior. He shot a glance at Suga and shrugged a little, getting into the car. V seemed to want nothing to do with Kook after what just happened, was he embarrassed or something deeper? RM didn't question it much till they got to the studio where he took the younger to the side in the back. He got shoved out of the way and apologized to as the other went back out. He blinked wildly and followed, working out and dancing with everyone. He was the worst dancer in history... Suga was lazy but decent... he loved watching Yoon-Hyung dancing. Even at the end V seemed so... put off... by Jungkook. When they all finished dancing and returned to the van RM was a little shocked that he requested Jin if he could ride upfront and Jin went and joined the Maknae line which was completely out of character for the normally hyper male. The ride home was strange, he looked over at Kook who traded spots with Hoseok. JHope in the back with Jimin, Kook was next to Rapmon and Suga, right behind V's seat who choose the passenger seat to sit for once because he didn't want to be near Kook. Rapmon looked over at Kook who seemed a tiny bit upset on the outside about all of this and he wondered what truly happened in V's mind to cause his personality to shift so drastically. "Maknae... is he okay?" He whispered, leaning around Suga who somehow wasn't actually asleep this time, as they were all a little worried about V. He heard what happened entirely and glanced back at Jimin who looked a little bit down about the situation, as he had only been playing around. Rapmon didn't scold either of them, leaving them to their own devices as they came up to the house after the studio. They had a couple hours before having to be at the Noonas for their hair changes so Rapmon decided to drag Suga to his own room to sleep. "We'll be up and ready to go in 3 hours. Everyone be set. I would suggest a shower... some of you are the reason for having our windows rolled down on the way home." he said, none of the windows were down as they were all simply worried over V.

Rapmon left for his room with Suga, cuddled up with him to pretty much MAKE him sleep a couple hours while they had a little down time. He wasn't moving and he wasn't sleeping either. Just cuddled with Suga gently running his fingers through his hair as he let his hyung sleep with him. Suga and he had been friends since the day Suga joined the group. Rapmon was of course one of the original members, he'd gone through so many people but when they found Suga he required that Suga be kept because of his talent and he loved being around him. They had almost traded him out for Hope because "BTS already had two rapper." And he warned them if they didn't keep him Rapmon wasn't going to rap for them. It was a risky move that could have cost him his job, but, it didn't and he got to stick with Suga. Ever since then he enjoyed the guy, even when he was being a dick. He loved his attitude and only he saw through the darkest side of the male's personality to the fluff under. Sure, he showed it at times for fan service, but not because he wanted to. It was their job. He got to see it off camera, behind closed doors. At least, the doors were closed till the Maknae opened it to ask for keys. Rapmon shot him a cold glare and pointed to a key next his his bed, bringing his finger to his lips a moment later to tell him to be quiet. If he ended up waking Suga Rapmon would make a Kook Coat out of him.

Kim Namjoon
Hope watched everything at the studio unfold and he didn't realize it but he had moved closer to Jimin when it all started because Jimin always made the older feel more secure for some reason. Hope was a bit more fragile for their older line, he wasn't too old but he wasn't in the maknae line either. He was right in the middle where ages were concerned and where maturity was concerned usually he would be down with the Maknae line in maturity. They all watched the two leave, mess around in the back and then go in for coffee. It was after Coffee that things got weird and Hobi watched their maknae line start to get very uncomfortable. Hope had mentioned the dancing and they were excited and ran out to the van, then things got bad. V got close enough to Kook to kiss him and things just went horrible from there. He stole the front seat from their Hyung and Kook sat behind him trying to calm things down but it didn't work. V seemed uptight. Even as they danced it was awkward. Business as usual until the songs stopped. V wasn't his normal hyper self which at some point could be considered a blessing but it was also a huge worry for the group. V had spent time in the bathroom while the boys talked. "Is he okay?" Hobi spoke up, looking at Kook. "Jimin pushed him and past that I don't know..." Rapmon said. "I think he might ...LIKE Jungkook-Ah..." he said, glancing to the youngest. "... I honestly have no idea. He's acting strange though." Hope nodded and they continued as usual when V came back out finally. Things were on edge and the boys mostly just stayed out of it, not knowing what to do so naturally nothing was a better course of action. The ride home was even worse, V refused to talk to any of them, thanking the manager and then bolting inside to a locked room.

"It was fine at the Cafe." He said, looking to Jimin who no doubt blamed himself. He ran his hand over Jimin's hair and smiled. "Don't worry Jiminie." he said smiling softly at him. "I'm sure it would have happened with or without your push sooner or later. It seems V likes our Maknae... which... I can understand what he's feeling right now." He looked at Kook. "How does it make you feel?" he asked, looking over at Kookie. Things stayed awkward for a couple more hours as JHope played some card games with Jimin for a while while Kookie tried getting V to talk to him and was unsuccessful. "Go take the keys from Rapmon." He said. "But be careful...He's with Suga. You know how he gets." he said smiling a bit and pulling Jimin over for a little nap time before work too.

Jung Hoseok


(Created for me by my Maknae <3)​
 
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Lee Seungri - Gri
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Dong Yongbae - Taeyang
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Taehyung noticed that Kook listened intently, even as they cuddled up together and he rambled, Kook listened. The older figured that some how the younger also noticed the tear stains on his cheeks but he couldn't be certain. V just lay there with him talking, telling him about things. It seemed Kook merely listened and didn't really say anything as the two just spent their time nuzzled into each other not really talking too much after V finished his spiel. The two just curled up and V thought he fell asleep but couldn't quite remember. Somehow they got out of the room and Tae stopped Hobi from videoing his hyungs. Hope agreed and V was then taken off to the side by his best friend. He knew their manager wouldn't like it, likely complaining at them both but he didn't mind... He wanted to talk to Kookie too. Everyone walked out and awkward silence fell between them all, he rocked back and forth on his heels and toes and V looked at him and raised a brow. "Kook-ie?" he asked tilting his head a little. After everyone left V found himself gently pressed against the youngers chest, Kook holding him close. He blinked and hugged him back, nuzzling his shoulder. He just stood listening to the youngers soft voice in his ear, his eyes closing as he hugged him back and nuzzled into his shoulder so gently. A moment later Kook pushed him back and Tae smiled softly at him as the other said to ignore everything because he, BTS, and ARMY all supported the alien. He felt his eyes closing when Kook kissed his forehead, smiling gently. "Mm..Kook... I..." He started but they heard their names called and quickly ran outside apologizing that Kook had 'lost his phone'. V for obvious reasons didn't reveal his fib, agreeing wholeheartedly to their very annoyed manager. "Sorry Manager-nim..." he said softly. They all loaded into the car and V seemed to be in a much better mood. He wanted some Big Bang for everyone, knowing that all of them had a special fondness for the group. "Seokjin Hyung, can you put on Big Bang please?" he asked, Jin nodded from the front seat and put it on for them all. V spent the better part of an hour drive dancing to GD, TOP, Tae, Dae, Gri and Big Bang. He enjoyed all of their solo's as well as the groups and Duos. He started singing and dancing to 'bad boy' several others. His energy started to slowly sap itself from his body and he found himself leaning on Kook, 20 minutes into the drive, slowly falling asleep. Jin was a little surprised that the younger was sleeping. "... Who took out his batteries? Energizer bunny forgot to visit him it seems." Jin said, looking back at them. "Kook-ah, Make sure he doesn't sleep wrong. It's a longer drive, lean back if you have to." Jin went back to the front putting on more songs onto the chromecast radio. V ended up laying across both Jimin's and Kook's lap, surprisingly he was out of it. Maybe he crashed from the feelings out of nowhere. His head was on both Kook's lap, and part of Jimin's. Kook was in the middle so most of V was on Kook. He ended up on his back with his knees up, laying down. Manager-Nim was driving and Rapmon was siding with Suga, then Hope next to Suga, in front of Jimim.

Even when they got to the location they couldn't wake V, as if he took something honestly. They doubted he had though, maybe stress just knocked him out. Manager Nim left it to Kook to get him up considering it would take at least 2 or 3 hours before the two youngest would end up being 'hair and makeup'd.' He let them stay in the van while they all went in. It didn't take long for Kook to wake V, thankfully V was alone when he woke up looking up at Kook. "... You're such a sight to wake up to... Kookie..." he said softly. He moved his hand up to Kook's face with a smile. It stayed there a moment before V finally sat up and stretched, nuzzling Kook's shoulder before finally moving from the van. The boys went inside and V watched KOok be a complete dork with his camera. "Kook... You're gonna get beaten." He said, watching as his mind just swirled. He was so tired. He sat down in one of the chairs and he pretty much turned into Suga for the moment, almost instantly falling into a deeper sleep. He missed kook almost getting killed by his group mates but he woke up to the camera on him. "Yahh... misbehaving maknaes get punished..." he said yawning. V sat up and stretched, moving over to grab the cameramans hand to pull him closer and pushed the camera back. He leaned in to kook on the side the camera couldn't see to a very 'interesting angle'. It looked like they had kissed before V pulled back and stretched a bit, curling back up in his chair. "Mmm...I'm so tired." He lay back and knocked out pretty quickly. It was almost strange how easy V fell asleep, considering he was usually the one bouncing around the room with the camera. "JungKook-ah, did you steal V's soul with your 'talk'?" Jhope asked. He had just woken V up and the second youngest looked around dazed. "Foreigner?" He noticed what Jungkook was doing and spoke in fast korean. "Yes." he said in english smiling at him and pulling him over. "Are you making hyung's mad with that camera?" he asked, tilting his head. Rapmon looked over and shook his head. "Did you two trade personalities for the day? Or actually, did you and Suga trade V? Are you feeling unwell?" He asked, tilting his head in the others direction. V nodded. "Yeah... I think I'll be fine..." he said yawning a little more. Rapmon was a little concerned about him but nodded going back to getting his make up and hair done up. V lay back against the waiting chair once more, falling asleep. He wasn't aware of it but he wasn't feeling all that well after all. He'd find out later for sure though.

Finally, the Noona's finished with the olders make up, V, Kook, Jimin and JHope were the only ones left. They did Jimin and JHope first and left the youngers till last. After they finished the second oldest group they moved to the maknae's and V couldn't help but stare at Jimin a minute. "Wow Jimin...You're sexy..." He said, blinking a bit. JHope snorted at V's outburst because it was more like the V they were used to than this depressed and sick one. "He is, isn't he." JHope grinned, his own hair having been died a nice orange color which really fit his complexion. It seemed that most of them were done by the time V and Kook were ready to have theirs done. They bleached out V's hair completely, he went goldenrod blonde. He looked incredible, make up and hair included he was pretty sexy. The noona was started on his make up. "Taehyung-Ah, you are feeling very warm... are you feeling well?" Tae looked at her and yawned a little, covering his mouth to not be rude. "Mmm..?" He shrugged a little. "Take care of yourself... You're paler than usual too." She said, covering up his ills with the powder. V didn't feel that bad, but, apparently he was coming down with something? Or maybe it was lack of sleep, or nutrition, or something else. He smiled softly as they did Kook's hair. "You look so good Kookie..." he said softly, moving his hand up to run through the freshly washed hair that they had just dyed for him. He smiled a bit. "It looks good on you." He said. They had to hurry out to the van because they only had an hour to get to shoot and it was 45 minutes away. Why they always went all over korea they didn't know. Finally, they arrived and started to shoot for the MV coming up and the trailer. As V rehearsed, danced, and ultimately worked their butts off, V was starting to feel more and more uneasy and restless. During one of the shoots they had V sitting on a balcony and he felt dizzy and almost fell, thankfully Jimin was right behind him and grabbed him. They pulled him down from the balcony and sat him down giving him an energy bar. "Taehyung-Ah, are you alright?" they asked. Tae nodded. "Just...tired." He said softly. "Let's get this final shoot done on the balcony and we can rest you." Manager said. Tae nodded and looked to his group who seemed worried. "Don't worry, I'm fine~" he said smiling. Rapmon raised a brow at him. "Between you and Suga, I don't know who drives me more crazy. You who don't sleep enough, or him who sleeps all the time randomly and when I tell him to sleep he won't listen to me. Though... I have to admit, I found a solution to that. He stretched his hands out in front of him locked together and grinned.

V smiled and climbed back on the balcony, the boys standing near him off camera just in case. Just after the shot finished and he was jumping down he slipped and fell forward, thankfully off camera and thankfully also Rapmon and Suga were under him. Rapmon stopped him from falling and V held onto them both. "Alright, alright, cut. Everyone go rest. V get some shut eye - just don't mess up your make up or hair. V's wasn't that extravagant so it wasn't going to be hard for him to keep it okay. They took the boys to the rooms and let them lay down. V was out like a light as soon as his head hit the bed. Kook was most likely near him but he was so out of it so quickly he didn't even notice.
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Rapmon was not going to say a word, knowing Kook had his phone the whole time. He let the boys away with lying to their manager only because they needed to talk. V was being strange and it couldn't just be because he didn't feel good. He was stressed so that could have something to do with how tired he was to just fall asleep in the van. "Jeeze... never seen him so Suga..." he said, glancing over at his wannabe boyfriend. RM wanted it, and he was sure Suga wanted it at times, but they couldn't do anything about it because of their profession. RM would still keep to himself how he felt about his amazing Suga. He even frequented forums to see the latest 'suga-mon' videos just to giggle at how correct they were sometimes. He glanced over at Kook and V and laughed a little. "Got a lap full you two." He said, the manager noticed the action and said nothing. They got to the place and he wanted to kick Kook's butt for laughing at them but Suga beat him to it with a glare that told him to back off or die. RM found himself laughing and just leaned back to get his hair finished and make up as well. The day went by quite quickly once they all got on set. Everyone except for V was pretty high energy and ready to work. V however seemed ...off. RM was watching him every so often as a good leader does, noticing him swaying. "Jimin!" He shouted lowly motioning to V just as Jimin grabbed him and pulled him back onto the balcony. He noticed how V held onto Jimin as if unable to stand any other way.

"TaeTae are you okay?" He asked, looking up. Tae gave him an answer that didn't sate him and he nodded a little. "Finish the set and we'll end for now." he heard something like this said a moment later by their director. He nodded and motioned to have V continue. V did, sitting on the balcony. Thankfully he still LOOKED okay as he fell. but he fell wrong and RM and Suga thankfully were below him and able to catch him. He clung to rapmon like he was dying and RM didn't like it one bit. "Alright Alright, everyone take an hour and rest up." They ended the shoot for the moment as RM had Kook take V to the rooms. RM looked at Suga. "He's acting weird. I wonder if he's sick." He shrugged a little and walked off to go get something to eat, bringing Suga with him. The rest of the boys also followed to get some food. They would have to wait for the younger to wake up before anything else were to happen.

RM walked into the common room where all the food was and served himself up a plate handing it to Suga. He knew Suga rather well, packed with foods he knew the other loved or at least didn't hate. He then made up his own and moved off to sit with him and talk to the boys. "We have that trip coming up in a few weeks, I hope V feels better then." He looked at JHope. "Hobi, anything planned this after noon after the shoot?" He found out about the ideas and nodded. "Sounds good, maybe it will all do really well for us to go there." he said.

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JHope was thankful they were all feeling better, or at least it seemed like they were. As they got into the van he yanked Jimin to him and whispered in his ear. "You. Me. Cards. At the Noonas." He blew into Jimins ear to tease him before he got in front of Jimin next to Suga and RM, the Maknae line sitting behind them. V seemed to fall asleep in Jimin's lap and JHope watched him. "That is odd for him." He said, his brow arching a little. He was a little confused but ignored it for the moment as they drove. Jimin enjoyed touching his hair and JHope didn't mind one bed, leaning his head back so Jimin could. He smiled softly at the feelings of Jimin's fingertips through his hair. "Mmm... You're gonna put me to sleep Jiminine..." He said laying back as his breathing slowed and deepened. They finally pulled up to the place and JHope was barely still awake, Suga shaking him gently as they all got out. They went in and the order went eldest first and maknae last. While they waited JHope and JImin played cards. Jin was done first, then Suga, then Rapmon, Then JHope, then Jimin, then V then finally Jungkook. He noticed how long V stayed asleep and it was strange but he didn't say much more. He played with Jimin's hair after he got his finally done. "This color is so pretty on you Jiminie..." he said softly, moving to give him a back hug while nuzzling the back of his shoulders. "They are gonna kill the fangirls and boys this time around... ARMY will lose like... 2 million followers simply because you're attractive as hell JImin. You're going to take every Bias list."

JHope finished giving him compliments and they all left back to the van. Poor V fell asleep again but thankfully didn't mess up his make up. They pulled up to the shooting area and the boys flipped into 'business' mode, sure they still played around here and there but really they were there to do business. They started shooting and ended up shooting a good bit of it before one of their maknae lines all but collapsed. he seemed tired so JHope helped Kook get him to bed He left the two to their own devices and walked back to the common room. The boys finished eating, JHope stealing some of Jimin's food every so often before dragging Jimin off to go play cards. He took him off to one of the solo rooms and dragged him into it. Jimin and V were pretty good friends but JHope and Jimin got along just as much. He poked Jimin in the temple smiling. "Yah, Jiminie, are you going to just sit there staring into space. You still havn't put down a card... Are you that worried about TaeTae?" he asked. Jimin was still slightly upset and Jimin pouted a little. "I'm worried too." He grabbed him shoving the cards onto the desk. He pulled Jimin down with him and curled up on the bed. "Sleep. I'm sure V will be perfectly fine." He said. "He just needs to relax, like you." He put his hand into Jimin's hair and pet him waiting for people to come get them for the rest of the shoot.

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18:05 Brayden So, here is how "I" see the characters
18:06 Brayden Rapmon is a catalyst. He's the 'oldest' (asside from Jin) who is the one that tempts them all into stupid shit. He gives them alcohol, drugs, and isn't a good role model in general. ((this pertains to the RP not nessisarily what I took from the videos, it was just inspired by it )
18:06 CrystalTears J-Hope is a drug addict right? :X
18:06 CrystalTears With pills? :X
18:07 CrystalTears Since that's baaaasically what his videos are telling, and that he got narcolepsy :X
18:07 Brayden JHope is Rapmon's friend who is mentally unstable to begin with, on pills because his parents are tryin to 'cure' his 'gay' x-x (yeah, fucked up i know. It's not the first time you'll see it in this plot )
18:08 Brayden They find out about Rapmon and Hope being together and take him to a mental hospital to 'cure' the gay, which basically gives him a lot of pills which end up in the RP later.
18:08 CrystalTears Oh okay got it :Z
18:08 CrystalTears :X *
18:08 Brayden Then there is Jin. He's the eldest of them all, An NPC with this that really is trying to stop all of them from doing stupid shit, but it's not working.
18:09 Brayden He's the 'gaurdian angel' of all of them , he graduated last year and once he left the school his dongsaengs lost their minds XD
18:09 CrystalTears Dun dun dun :X
18:17 Brayden V - abused at home and witnesses the abuse of his mother and sister. He blocks both of them from the attacks, taking them onto himself most of the time which puts him as target #1 , usually ending up with lots of marks / scratches / cuts, bruises
18:17 Brayden but the father gets them in places which aren't seen when he's clothed.
 


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"Jiyonggie, it's time for school." A familiar voice called through the rustic wood barricade the boy called his door. He groaned and rolled over, nuzzling into the caress of sweet slumber, however, the sweet voice gave him no solitude. "Yongiii... come on...get up sweetie." Yet again the male groaned, this time his eyes peaking towards the door. "Five more minutes Amma..." He called gently, yawning and pulling his stuffed toy closer to him. Its eyes were falling off and he had all but ruined the stitching but his mother got it for him and he never went without it. "Yongiii, you have to go soon..." She said softly, opening up the door to walk in. She had quite a game to avoid all of the lego pieces all over the ground. "Jiyongii..." His mother cooed at him, walking over to pet his hair. Ji was only 8 years old at this time, still a little mommas boy. Unlike most of his friends' mothers, his mother wasn't what was called a 'tiger mom' she was gentle, caring, and went easy on the boy when he didn't do as he was told. His eyes slipped open cracking apart as the last bit of sleep left his tired face. "Mm.." Ji responded to her and nuzzled her hand. "Amma..." He whined at her, only making her pet him more. "Come on, I'll make your favorite." His eyes almost fully opened with excitement and endearment towards his mother. "Really?!" He asked as if he hadn't been passing out a moment before. She pursed her lips at him and let the suspense build, his chest tightening as he stopped breathing momentarily. He was about ready to burst when she nodded and he threw his arms around her. "You're the best mom ever," he said nuzzling her shoulder and pulling back to place a tender kiss on her cheek. She returned it with utmost pleasure and moved away from her son. "Get up and get dressed and down to eat before I get them done or I won't add special stuff."

Her exit was brief and he was up, dressed, and ready before the strong sizzle of bread filled his nostrils. "Ammaaa~" he said, licking his lips. "You make the best breakfast..." He said. He'd had them once, at a friends house. One of his friends was Korean American and made them an American style breakfast one time and since then that was all he ever wanted to eat. "And the chips too Ammma?" He asked, receiving a subtle nod. He noticed the small curl of her lip. She enjoyed making her son feel happy. "Mm. I can't wait..." He said. "Can I help?" he asked. "You can, set the table and get out the drinks, remember to drink your milk~ Growing boys need it." She cooed at him like the woman had done at least a million times before. In the back of his head, he heard the 'growing milk for growing boys' commercial; it brought a small chuckle out of him. The kitchen filled with the aroma of the American style breakfast and Ji's mouth just watered continuously. It took him but a moment to realize she was making even better stuff with the breakfast, white rice and bacon and eggs too. "It's today even though it's story Amma?" he asked, looking outside as the droplets drenched the lawn. He thought it was kinda funny that the droplets on the window always looked like they were racing each other to get to the bottom. Sometimes they would slow down, sometimes they would ask their buddies to join and sometimes they would break off and run on their own. He tipped his head and traced one of the droplets, tracing a finger along the glass with a tilted head.

"It's ready." That's all it took to pull the bright-eyed youngster back to the table. His father came down to join them as well, having already gotten ready for work. His parents talked about this and that through the meal but he didn't really pay attention. The things that were important to him was how many chocolate chips were in one bite of his pancake, thankfully his Mother put a cup on the table with several of them in it and he went to town on them putting them on the top only to drench them in syrup and butter and whipped cream. His mother was fine giving him sweets and candy, in fact, she almost required it. Anytime he was good he got a sweet; he was very often good. "Amma, thank you," he said, receiving an appreciative pat on his head. He shook his head and fixed his hair smiling at her before taking some more bites. Several food combinations later he finally finished off 5 pieces of bacon, a stack of cakes and a full helping of eggs. He packed rice for lunch complete with a small little heart cookie his mother always sent him off with. Today they were driving together to his competition. Even at 8 years old he was an amazing performer. He's been accepted into auditions to be the world's youngest big-time rapper by a pretty decently famous company. The company wasn't small, they had already had a couple of pretty successful stars join them and make it big. Jiyong already had a name for his band, if he made one. It would be a Big Bang. Basically his idea of killing the dinosaurs and creating something new. Not too many people were into Korean rap in the day that Jiyong started to enjoy it, so he wanted to be something new that people would marvel for years to come. With his big heart and determination, he could do it. Despite how messy his room could be at times he was in spite of everything quite the perfectionist. If things weren't perfect, he would scrap and redo them. Breakfast finished as quickly as it started and Jiyong helped with dishes, bid his father farewell for the day and then helped his mother load everything into the car. Their trip was sourced to take them most of the day so they had to leave fast or they wouldn't make it on time. "Seatbelt Jiyong." She reminded thoughtfully. He pouted at her. "But why, it always rubs against my chest and my neck. It's not like it does anything..." She looked at him and told him, as usual, it was the law and it was to keep him safe. He grumbled and put it on with severe disdain at the action.

Raindrops patterned themselves against the windshield, the wipers playing keep away to keep it clear. Jiyong started to notice that it was having trouble keeping it away and he looked at his mother. "The rain wants to play, but our wipers are being parents." She looked over at him briefly. "You're silly. The wipers are only keeping things interesting and playing fetch with the raindrops." He tilted his head. "Playing fetch with raindrops..." He watched and it did seem that way, one raindrop would be thrown to the side only to be chased down by another. He pouted slightly, pursing his lips and inhaling a heavy sigh. The longer Ji watched the rain, the more boring it got. "I wish it would go away." He said softly. "We need the rain Hunny, it's something that helps things grow, including you." he looked at her, "I'm not a tree." She smiled. "You're a growing tree and one day you will branch off and make roots." She said, he had no idea what she was talking about and just gave her a look. "You're silly mommy." he said, "I'm not a tree." She smiled and kept driving, the rain was only growing thicker and thicker, the wipers having trouble clearing it as the downpour hailed the car. Speaking of hail, only a few minutes later that's exactly what was falling from the sky. Little rocks of ice. Jiyong watched these spec's of hard icy rock and tilted his head. "What is this?" He asked, sticking his hand out the window to catch some. He hissed because it actually hurt how fast it was falling but when he pulled his hand in a little icy rock was in his hand. "Oh!" He exclaimed, "It's cold." She didn't want to distract herself so she kept her eyes on the road. "It's called hail hunny." she said. He looked at it. "It bit me. It is cold and hard...I don't like it, why can't it be softer?" She shook her head a little. "Give it time. Sometimes things seem hard but if you give them time they will get softer." He looked down at his hand. "It melted..." He blinked at it. "Even things which seem hard, callous, no matter how much they bite you, there is always going to be a soft side if you give it time. Even a cactus, when cut into, is soft and gooey inside." He smiled at her and nodded. "I see..."

Jiyong looked up towards the sky as it turned darker, a feeling coming over him he didn't quite understand. He hugged his threadbare stuffed animal to his chest as it started to thunder and the skies darkened. He looked up and his body went rigid as he watched the clouds. A feeling of absolute fear welling in his chest feeling as if he would start screaming at any moment. Then the thunder rolled and he flinched. His mother put her hand on his leg. "It's okay baby... It's just thunder...It won't hurt you..." He almost believed her but just as the feeling started fading light filled his vision and the sound of squealing breaks and a loud sound bashed his eardrums. He heard himself screaming but nothing came out of his mouth as everything seemed to slow down. His head spun with the feeling of drunken stupor, lights dancing in his vision followed by another loud sound. The sound of metal bending and snapping around something hard. The sound of metal when it hit bone was deafening to someone who had never heard it before. The taste of his own blood and bile rising in his throat was enough to make him want to become sick but something told him he needed to stay alerted. Then, that something happened to catch his eye and his own widened. His lips parted, a silent scream of terror as he realized what all the sounds were. His tears streamed his face as he reached out, trapped by the very thing that was always annoying him. He yanked on it trying to get to her, anything to hear her tell him one more time to get dressed, or go to bed, or wake up. "Ammaa..." he called to her hoping for the absolute best. "Amma!" The woman's breathing was shallow and he could hear how hard it was for her to talk to him but regardless the small amount of life she had he clung to, reaching his hand out even as the belt dug into his stomach and neck he reached for her, their fingertips meeting briefly. "I'm here..." The sound, an infants cry to his ears, calming and fearful at the same time. "Please...don't leave momma..." She smiled at him sadly as sirens blared in the back of his mind. The vehicle was pried from his body and he fought hard to get back to his mother despite the pain wracking his legs and his side. Not only was his mother ripped away from him, the toy she got him so long ago lay forgotten in the car as the smell of smoke filled the youngster's nostrils. "NO!! LET ME GO!" He shouted, kicking and screaming against the paramedics who were taking him away from his mother. "MOMMY!!!" He thrashed despite the pain, screamed despite being unable to form words and reached out towards the two things in his life that he needed more than anything despite the paramedics attempting to restrain him. They had to put him under to stop him from hurting himself and as he faded to black he heard her say she loved him and that was the last thing from her he ever heard. He never knew what happened that day. Never got to his recital, he never got to say goodbye. He was told the details and those details haunted and created who he has become today.

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Beep, Beep, Beeeeeep, BEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Annoyed at the sound slender fingers lifted the device from the mahogany and yanked it from the stand straight out of the wall and chucked it. The pieces clattered to the ground, forgotten in the mess of odds and ends all over his floor. Amber eyes opened as the stupid thing continued to beep. Agitation spread through his limbs causing his hair to bristle on the back of his neck. A few more beeps was all it took for him to get up and strangle the life from it with his shoe and a nearby rock. Once it was successfully destroyed he looked at it and sighed. "There goes another one..." He said, glancing at his phone and realizing why he never used his phone as an alarm. Alarm clocks were cheaper to replace when some lunatic decided it didn't deserve to live anymore. He stretched and yawned a little, a small stud hitting his teeth as he did so. He pulled it back into his mouth and groaned a little. His hand moved on its own accord to scratch over his chest as he stretched and leaned over to pick up the pieces of the clock to discard them properly. His room was certainly clad with bits and bobs all over the place but none of it was expensive. Yiyong went back to his bed plopping down on it and groaning into the pillow. He briefly heard cars outside and his skin bristled. The male stood up nearly having to roll himself off his bed to do so once again walking towards a noise that was none too interesting to him, nor was it welcome. Across the street, people were arguing a child throwing something at their family member and the mother stepping in only to be disrespected. He shook his head and growled at the sound of people around him. People weren't something he enjoyed having to deal with. Yiyong was able to make his way over towards the door, slender fingers holding it as he slowly opened it pushing the thing open towards him. He then stepped into the hallway and walked towards the kitchen. He still at times half expected to wake up from his nightmare, nearly half as many years ago as he was now. He pulled his boxers up onto his hips more and pressed his bare chest into the cabinet pulling out a bowl for some cereal. He read over a nearby newspaper talking about North Korea's dictator making threats once again. He pushed the paper towards his father's chair and found himself staring at the emptiness there. He lived with two people and never saw one of them. The other one, there was nothing left of them for Jiyong to really call 'living'. The spoon hit the bowl with a clang as a loud noise outside made him jump and cover his ears. He hated loud noises, not only did they annoy him, they scared him. His fear bristled in his chest and on the back of his neck until he was able to uncover his ears to silence once more. He deposited the dirty bowl into the sink. Returning to his room not too long later he continued his morning routine he'd been forcing himself to do since he was 8. Shower, Washing his face, glaring at his picture in the mirror, hating the person he'd become. He got dressed and grabbed his school stuff and called out upstairs to a woman who was there taking care of someone else. "I'm leaving." He said, wishing to hear "Be safe, see you later." but nothing came back to him.

A heavy sigh left his lips and with overburdened shoulders, he stalked out of his house. There were two things he never left without... a small box with something inside that would most likely give him huge problems at school if it was found, and his notebook. Since losing his Mother and everything he clung to as a child he was quite lost with what he should be doing with his life. At one point, he wanted to rap he'd been so into it that he had been the cause of the accident almost 9 years ago. He growled to himself and stuck his hands in his sweater. That event had ruined him, ruined his mother and shattered his pending career. Becuase he never made it to the auditions another guy got picked up. He curled into himself a little bit as it was getting cold. Just as he got to school it started to rain and he picked up the pace so fast it was almost as if he was purposefully running a race to get away from the rain as soon as possible. He rushed inside his hair flecked with drops of rain. He shook his head and glanced out of the hallway into the rain outside. He swallowed and took a couple of steps back not watching where he was going. A couple more steps back away from the thunderstorm brought him a whole new one to deal with. His back collided with something quite hard but not solid. He glanced up and spun around backing up the other way a step looking up at a rather annoyed upperclassmen that he knew as Seunghyun. He knew this guy wasn't someone you wanted to just run into but he didn't rightly care. It was his fault he ran into him but Jiyong had a good excuse. It was raining. Yeah, totally a good excuse. He mentally cursed himself as he looked up at him expecting something snide to come from him. He'd only met him a couple of times, and each time had been less welcome than the last. GD felt his mind go numb as he thought of a couple other times he'd run into this guy, just not literally like he just now did. Everyone at school wanted to be "TOP" dubbed that way because he was TOP of the class. GD found himself glaring at the other as if TOP somehow knew that he was in the way and did it on purpose. GD had the mind to cuss him out or shove him but without him being provoked, he would wait and see because if he didn't start trouble, there likely would be none. Coming from a trouble maker, the disinterest in starting trouble was quite an amusing concept. He couldn't help but look at TOP's features this close up though. He was perfect, how could a guy be so symmetrical that it even had Jiyong interested. After the incident 8 years past he didn't really socialize, nor did he have an interest in women, nor men for that matter. No one really appeared attractive to him in the least.

This man standing in front of him made him feel so small. He wasn't exactly a dwarf but put his face to the other's chest and he felt like it. His heart pounded in his chest as so many scenarios went through his head, some of the pleasant, others not so. GD tried to open his mouth to apologize but nothing actually came out, he instead started to play with the stud on his tongue, rolling it along his teeth. It was a smooth ball with a couple of raised areas on it. It had been purchased for an ex of his but never got used because they soon broke up as there was no reason to stay with someone you had no feelings for. To this day he was unsure why he even got with the guy... Jiyong wasn't gay, per say... He more of just saw the value in people that he could get something from. Since Jiyong really had no life goal to speak of, he was running blind and the only thing that kept him going was the fact that someday he might be able to recover from the accident and live like it never happened. Even till today he had some injuries that didn't heal, the ones on his heart and mind were, of course, harsh, but there were some on his body too. Since he was a writer, having his hand pinned like it had been caused several nerves in his hand to be all but useless, sometimes making it impossible to write and even at times impossible to do the simplest tasks on his own. Thankfully the only proof of the accident was a gash up the side of his wrist around to the top of his hand. It had since healed but the bones broken in it were mended together weird causing the occasional pain when he wrote for too long. It was also his dominant hand so it did create some frustrations for certain times of the night when he was alone, also. For this reason, he had learned to become ambidextrous and because of this tasks weren't so difficult anymore to complete, but still gave him a bit of a challenge at times, since he wasn't fully ambidextrous. He could only write with one of his hands, and he could only do certain tasks with one of his hands, his dominant one.

Something brought him back to the current scene and he realized it was both the thunder rolling outside and the thunderous man standing in front of him. He swallowed once more and kept looking up at him. They weren't even a foot apart from each other right now. How long has he stood there just staring up at this guy, long enough he imagined? He took another step back to put even more distance between them. In reality, it had only been a couple of sweat dripping moments - mere seconds on the clock. The bump had literally just happened but to Jiyong the suspense was killing him. He didn't know if TOP was about to shove him down, turn around without a word, a snide comment and rude look or something completely unexpected. He wasn't so eager to find out but he was almost sure he would be finding out very soon why no one like to talk with TOP on a regular basis except for a friend of his. Jiyong felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when the girl he literally just remembered existed clicked her way over to the scene as if she had been there the whole time. Maybe she had, maybe the only reason he hadn't noticed her was the fact that a guy like TOP was taking up 100% of his vision. Honestly, all things considered, someone like this blocking his view of the world was entirely accepted and quite desirable; if only TOP wasn't known as the Rudest Kingka in the school... then maybe he'd have GD's full interest.
 

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"Jiyonggie, it's time for school." A familiar voice called through the rustic wood barricade the boy called his door. He groaned and rolled over, nuzzling into the caress of sweet slumber, however, the sweet voice gave him no solitude. "Yongiii... come on...get up sweetie." Yet again the male groaned, this time his eyes peaking towards the door. "Five more minutes Amma..." He called gently, yawning and pulling his stuffed toy closer to him. Its eyes were falling off and he had all but ruined the stitching but his mother got it for him and he never went without it. "Yongiii, you have to go soon..." She said softly, opening up the door to walk in. She had quite a game to avoid all of the lego pieces all over the ground. "Jiyongii..." His mother cooed at him, walking over to pet his hair. Ji was only 8 years old at this time, still a little mommas boy. Unlike most of his friends' mothers, his mother wasn't what was called a 'tiger mom' she was gentle, caring, and went easy on the boy when he didn't do as he was told. His eyes slipped open cracking apart as the last bit of sleep left his tired face. "Mm.." Ji responded to her and nuzzled her hand. "Amma..." He whined at her, only making her pet him more. "Come on, I'll make your favorite." His eyes almost fully opened with excitement and endearment towards his mother. "Really?!" He asked as if he hadn't been passing out a moment before. She pursed her lips at him and let the suspense build, his chest tightening as he stopped breathing momentarily. He was about ready to burst when she nodded and he threw his arms around her. "You're the best mom ever," he said nuzzling her shoulder and pulling back to place a tender kiss on her cheek. She returned it with utmost pleasure and moved away from her son. "Get up and get dressed and down to eat before I get them done or I won't add special stuff."

Her exit was brief and he was up, dressed, and ready before the strong sizzle of bread filled his nostrils. "Ammaaa~" he said, licking his lips. "You make the best breakfast..." He said. He'd had them once, at a friends house. One of his friends was Korean American and made them an American style breakfast one time and since then that was all he ever wanted to eat. "And the chips too Ammma?" He asked, receiving a subtle nod. He noticed the small curl of her lip. She enjoyed making her son feel happy. "Mm. I can't wait..." He said. "Can I help?" he asked. "You can, set the table and get out the drinks, remember to drink your milk~ Growing boys need it." She cooed at him like the woman had done at least a million times before. In the back of his head, he heard the 'growing milk for growing boys' commercial; it brought a small chuckle out of him. The kitchen filled with the aroma of the American style breakfast and Ji's mouth just watered continuously. It took him but a moment to realize she was making even better stuff with the breakfast, white rice and bacon and eggs too. "It's today even though it's story Amma?" he asked, looking outside as the droplets drenched the lawn. He thought it was kinda funny that the droplets on the window always looked like they were racing each other to get to the bottom. Sometimes they would slow down, sometimes they would ask their buddies to join and sometimes they would break off and run on their own. He tipped his head and traced one of the droplets, tracing a finger along the glass with a tilted head.

"It's ready." That's all it took to pull the bright-eyed youngster back to the table. His father came down to join them as well, having already gotten ready for work. His parents talked about this and that through the meal but he didn't really pay attention. The things that were important to him was how many chocolate chips were in one bite of his pancake, thankfully his Mother put a cup on the table with several of them in it and he went to town on them putting them on the top only to drench them in syrup and butter and whipped cream. His mother was fine giving him sweets and candy, in fact, she almost required it. Anytime he was good he got a sweet; he was very often good. "Amma, thank you," he said, receiving an appreciative pat on his head. He shook his head and fixed his hair smiling at her before taking some more bites. Several food combinations later he finally finished off 5 pieces of bacon, a stack of cakes and a full helping of eggs. He packed rice for lunch complete with a small little heart cookie his mother always sent him off with. Today they were driving together to his competition. Even at 8 years old he was an amazing performer. He's been accepted into auditions to be the world's youngest big-time rapper by a pretty decently famous company. The company wasn't small, they had already had a couple of pretty successful stars join them and make it big. Jiyong already had a name for his band, if he made one. It would be a Big Bang. Basically his idea of killing the dinosaurs and creating something new. Not too many people were into Korean rap in the day that Jiyong started to enjoy it, so he wanted to be something new that people would marvel for years to come. With his big heart and determination, he could do it. Despite how messy his room could be at times he was in spite of everything quite the perfectionist. If things weren't perfect, he would scrap and redo them. Breakfast finished as quickly as it started and Jiyong helped with dishes, bid his father farewell for the day and then helped his mother load everything into the car. Their trip was sourced to take them most of the day so they had to leave fast or they wouldn't make it on time. "Seatbelt Jiyong." She reminded thoughtfully. He pouted at her. "But why, it always rubs against my chest and my neck. It's not like it does anything..." She looked at him and told him, as usual, it was the law and it was to keep him safe. He grumbled and put it on with severe disdain at the action.

Raindrops patterned themselves against the windshield, the wipers playing keep away to keep it clear. Jiyong started to notice that it was having trouble keeping it away and he looked at his mother. "The rain wants to play, but our wipers are being parents." She looked over at him briefly. "You're silly. The wipers are only keeping things interesting and playing fetch with the raindrops." He tilted his head. "Playing fetch with raindrops..." He watched and it did seem that way, one raindrop would be thrown to the side only to be chased down by another. He pouted slightly, pursing his lips and inhaling a heavy sigh. The longer Ji watched the rain, the more boring it got. "I wish it would go away." He said softly. "We need the rain Hunny, it's something that helps things grow, including you." he looked at her, "I'm not a tree." She smiled. "You're a growing tree and one day you will branch off and make roots." She said, he had no idea what she was talking about and just gave her a look. "You're silly mommy." he said, "I'm not a tree." She smiled and kept driving, the rain was only growing thicker and thicker, the wipers having trouble clearing it as the downpour hailed the car. Speaking of hail, only a few minutes later that's exactly what was falling from the sky. Little rocks of ice. Jiyong watched these spec's of hard icy rock and tilted his head. "What is this?" He asked, sticking his hand out the window to catch some. He hissed because it actually hurt how fast it was falling but when he pulled his hand in a little icy rock was in his hand. "Oh!" He exclaimed, "It's cold." She didn't want to distract herself so she kept her eyes on the road. "It's called hail hunny." she said. He looked at it. "It bit me. It is cold and hard...I don't like it, why can't it be softer?" She shook her head a little. "Give it time. Sometimes things seem hard but if you give them time they will get softer." He looked down at his hand. "It melted..." He blinked at it. "Even things which seem hard, callous, no matter how much they bite you, there is always going to be a soft side if you give it time. Even a cactus, when cut into, is soft and gooey inside." He smiled at her and nodded. "I see..."

Jiyong looked up towards the sky as it turned darker, a feeling coming over him he didn't quite understand. He hugged his threadbare stuffed animal to his chest as it started to thunder and the skies darkened. He looked up and his body went rigid as he watched the clouds. A feeling of absolute fear welling in his chest feeling as if he would start screaming at any moment. Then the thunder rolled and he flinched. His mother put her hand on his leg. "It's okay baby... It's just thunder...It won't hurt you..." He almost believed her but just as the feeling started fading light filled his vision and the sound of squealing breaks and a loud sound bashed his eardrums. He heard himself screaming but nothing came out of his mouth as everything seemed to slow down. His head spun with the feeling of drunken stupor, lights dancing in his vision followed by another loud sound. The sound of metal bending and snapping around something hard. The sound of metal when it hit bone was deafening to someone who had never heard it before. The taste of his own blood and bile rising in his throat was enough to make him want to become sick but something told him he needed to stay alerted. Then, that something happened to catch his eye and his own widened. His lips parted, a silent scream of terror as he realized what all the sounds were. His tears streamed his face as he reached out, trapped by the very thing that was always annoying him. He yanked on it trying to get to her, anything to hear her tell him one more time to get dressed, or go to bed, or wake up. "Ammaa..." he called to her hoping for the absolute best. "Amma!" The woman's breathing was shallow and he could hear how hard it was for her to talk to him but regardless the small amount of life she had he clung to, reaching his hand out even as the belt dug into his stomach and neck he reached for her, their fingertips meeting briefly. "I'm here..." The sound, an infants cry to his ears, calming and fearful at the same time. "Please...don't leave momma..." She smiled at him sadly as sirens blared in the back of his mind. The vehicle was pried from his body and he fought hard to get back to his mother despite the pain wracking his legs and his side. Not only was his mother ripped away from him, the toy she got him so long ago lay forgotten in the car as the smell of smoke filled the youngster's nostrils. "NO!! LET ME GO!" He shouted, kicking and screaming against the paramedics who were taking him away from his mother. "MOMMY!!!" He thrashed despite the pain, screamed despite being unable to form words and reached out towards the two things in his life that he needed more than anything despite the paramedics attempting to restrain him. They had to put him under to stop him from hurting himself and as he faded to black he heard her say she loved him and that was the last thing from her he ever heard. He never knew what happened that day. Never got to his recital, he never got to say goodbye. He was told the details and those details haunted and created who he has become today.

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Beep, Beep, Beeeeeep, BEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Annoyed at the sound slender fingers lifted the device from the mahogany and yanked it from the stand straight out of the wall and chucked it. The pieces clattered to the ground, forgotten in the mess of odds and ends all over his floor. Amber eyes opened as the stupid thing continued to beep. Agitation spread through his limbs causing his hair to bristle on the back of his neck. A few more beeps was all it took for him to get up and strangle the life from it with his shoe and a nearby rock. Once it was successfully destroyed he looked at it and sighed. "There goes another one..." He said, glancing at his phone and realizing why he never used his phone as an alarm. Alarm clocks were cheaper to replace when some lunatic decided it didn't deserve to live anymore. He stretched and yawned a little, a small stud hitting his teeth as he did so. He pulled it back into his mouth and groaned a little. His hand moved on its own accord to scratch over his chest as he stretched and leaned over to pick up the pieces of the clock to discard them properly. His room was certainly clad with bits and bobs all over the place but none of it was expensive. Yiyong went back to his bed plopping down on it and groaning into the pillow. He briefly heard cars outside and his skin bristled. The male stood up nearly having to roll himself off his bed to do so once again walking towards a noise that was none too interesting to him, nor was it welcome. Across the street, people were arguing a child throwing something at their family member and the mother stepping in only to be disrespected. He shook his head and growled at the sound of people around him. People weren't something he enjoyed having to deal with. Yiyong was able to make his way over towards the door, slender fingers holding it as he slowly opened it pushing the thing open towards him. He then stepped into the hallway and walked towards the kitchen. He still at times half expected to wake up from his nightmare, nearly half as many years ago as he was now. He pulled his boxers up onto his hips more and pressed his bare chest into the cabinet pulling out a bowl for some cereal. He read over a nearby newspaper talking about North Korea's dictator making threats once again. He pushed the paper towards his father's chair and found himself staring at the emptiness there. He lived with two people and never saw one of them. The other one, there was nothing left of them for Jiyong to really call 'living'. The spoon hit the bowl with a clang as a loud noise outside made him jump and cover his ears. He hated loud noises, not only did they annoy him, they scared him. His fear bristled in his chest and on the back of his neck until he was able to uncover his ears to silence once more. He deposited the dirty bowl into the sink. Returning to his room not too long later he continued his morning routine he'd been forcing himself to do since he was 8. Shower, Washing his face, glaring at his picture in the mirror, hating the person he'd become. He got dressed and grabbed his school stuff and called out upstairs to a woman who was there taking care of someone else. "I'm leaving." He said, wishing to hear "Be safe, see you later." but nothing came back to him.

A heavy sigh left his lips and with overburdened shoulders, he stalked out of his house. There were two things he never left without... a small box with something inside that would most likely give him huge problems at school if it was found, and his notebook. Since losing his Mother and everything he clung to as a child he was quite lost with what he should be doing with his life. At one point, he wanted to rap he'd been so into it that he had been the cause of the accident almost 9 years ago. He growled to himself and stuck his hands in his sweater. That event had ruined him, ruined his mother and shattered his pending career. Because he never made it to the auditions another guy got picked up. He curled into himself a little bit as it was getting cold. Just as he got to school it started to rain and he picked up the pace so fast it was almost as if he was purposefully running a race to get away from the rain as soon as possible. He rushed inside his hair flecked with drops of rain. He shook his head and glanced out of the hallway into the rain outside. He swallowed and took a couple of steps back not watching where he was going. A couple more steps back away from the thunderstorm brought him a whole new one to deal with. His back collided with something quite hard but not solid. He glanced up and spun around backing up the other way a step looking up at a rather annoyed upperclassmen that he knew as Seunghyun. He knew this guy wasn't someone you wanted to just run into but he didn't rightly care. It was his fault he ran into him but Jiyong had a good excuse. It was raining. Yeah, totally a good excuse. He mentally cursed himself as he looked up at him expecting something snide to come from him. He'd only met him a couple of times, and each time had been less welcome than the last. GD felt his mind go numb as he thought of a couple other times he'd run into this guy, just not literally like he just now did. Everyone at school wanted to be "TOP" dubbed that way because he was TOP of the class. GD found himself glaring at the other as if TOP somehow knew that he was in the way and did it on purpose. GD had the mind to cuss him out or shove him but without him being provoked, he would wait and see because if he didn't start trouble, there likely would be none. Coming from a trouble maker, the disinterest in starting trouble was quite an amusing concept. He couldn't help but look at TOP's features this close up though. He was perfect, how could a guy be so symmetrical that it even had Jiyong interested. After the incident 8 years past he didn't really socialize, nor did he have an interest in women, nor men for that matter. No one really appeared attractive to him in the least.

This man standing in front of him made him feel so small. He wasn't exactly a dwarf but put his face to the other's chest and he felt like it. His heart pounded in his chest as so many scenarios went through his head, some of the pleasant, others not so. GD tried to open his mouth to apologize but nothing actually came out, he instead started to play with the stud on his tongue, rolling it along his teeth. It was a smooth ball with a couple of raised areas on it. It had been purchased for an ex of his but never got used because they soon broke up as there was no reason to stay with someone you had no feelings for. To this day he was unsure why he even got with the guy... Jiyong wasn't gay, per say... He more of just saw the value in people that he could get something from. Since Jiyong really had no life goal to speak of, he was running blind and the only thing that kept him going was the fact that someday he might be able to recover from the accident and live like it never happened. Even till today he had some injuries that didn't heal, the ones on his heart and mind were, of course, harsh, but there were some on his body too. Since he was a writer, having his hand pinned like it had been caused several nerves in his hand to be all but useless, sometimes making it impossible to write and even at times impossible to do the simplest tasks on his own. Thankfully the only proof of the accident was a gash up the side of his wrist around to the top of his hand. It had since healed but the bones broken in it were mended together weird causing the occasional pain when he wrote for too long. It was also his dominant hand so it did create some frustrations for certain times of the night when he was alone, also. For this reason, he had learned to become ambidextrous and because of this tasks weren't so difficult anymore to complete, but still gave him a bit of a challenge at times, since he wasn't fully ambidextrous. He could only write with one of his hands, and he could only do certain tasks with one of his hands, his dominant one.

Something brought him back to the current scene and he realized it was both the thunder rolling outside and the thunderous man standing in front of him. He swallowed once more and kept looking up at him. They weren't even a foot apart from each other right now. How long has he stood there just staring up at this guy, long enough he imagined? He took another step back to put even more distance between them. In reality, it had only been a couple of sweat dripping moments - mere seconds on the clock. The bump had literally just happened but to Jiyong the suspense was killing him. He didn't know if TOP was about to shove him down, turn around without a word, a snide comment and rude look or something completely unexpected. He wasn't so eager to find out but he was almost sure he would be finding out very soon why no one like to talk with TOP on a regular basis except for a friend of his. Jiyong felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when the girl he literally just remembered existed clicked her way over to the scene as if she had been there the whole time. Maybe she had, maybe the only reason he hadn't noticed her was the fact that a guy like TOP was taking up 100% of his vision. Honestly, all things considered, someone like this blocking his view of the world was entirely accepted and quite desirable; if only TOP wasn't known as the Rudest Kingka in the school... then maybe he'd have GD's full interest.
 
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The night felt heavy with angst, childlike diversion came and went like the poetry of sinners. Jimin couldn't tell whether it was the thick atmosphere around him, clinking of red cups and sloppy makeout sessions on the tattered couch, or the fact that he was practically on the run from his tyrant of a father and own suffocating insecurity. Either way, it was something causing him to lag; causing him to reach for the hard liquor and make decisions based upon garnered attention. Drink after drink, the occasional smoke tinging his lungs, it was obvious he didn't know where he was going. In the moment and further, down the threshold of the rabbit hole without much wiggle room for sheer confidence. Lawyer, or nothing, and thus he was determined to not go home for a while. Following the faces scampering by at this so called party, Jimin found difficulty in seeking out one in particular to ask a simple question. Digging into the confines of his back pocket, his skin suddenly illuminated and fingers began to prickle at the keyboard of his smartphone, deeming technology more sufficient than word of mouth. Addressed to one of his good friends, he began to type out that question in a matter of seconds flat.

"Sugaaaa hyunggg, can I stay at your place for a while?"

Silence, and Jimin sunk into the crumpled cradle of couch cushions beneath him, allowing the buzz of booze to distract his mind only briefly. Hiding from his problems was something Jimin was very accustomed to doing. This tool, not by any means, was meant to involve any other lingering soul, but somehow doing just that with someone else felt like it should be much easier to handle. A soft ping and a notification flickered, and Jimin sat up.

"Aish.. until when? I'm working right now."

"Few days maybe?"

No answer and Jimin could only sigh, sinking even further into the puddle of his doubts; this seemed usual of Yoongi. Guess it was one of those nights. A few more drinks would make everything easier, and that was all it took. A handful of shots and a set of jingling keys inserted into the ignition to now be in a compacted vehicle on the side of a four-way light.

Glittering bits of windshield decorating his lap, streams of brilliant carnelian running ribbons down his neck and a case of whiplash tousling his dirty blonde locks into vivid swirls. Blinker echoing a choral symphony into the pits of his disarrayed gray matter with seatbelt leaving imprints into the exposed flesh of his collarbone. While silent for a series of seconds and gurgles of groans arising in other parts of the vehicle, there was a peculiar smile pulling at the corners of Jimin's plump, pink lips that displayed full defiance of self-satisfaction. The car was utterly demolished, metal curled inwards like vines and headlights shattered, and here he was, alcohol riddling his breath and blood staining his teeth without a fucking care in the world. This was it, wasn't it? His time to go, a wish finally granted; a one-way ticket straight to hell or whatever the fuck was on the other side with no clear sight of responsibilities. If death was this euphoric, stomach full of fluttering wings and body growing clinically numb, then why had he not gone through with it sooner? A razor blade to the wrist or toxins stripping the lining of his conscience seemed much more easier than the likes of this. But that was then and this was now, and whether it be blood loss or straight up drunken, exhaustion, Jimin could feel himself slipping. Mouthfuls of curse words and ambulance wails settling into his mind like a motorized hum, edging fourth his eternal slumber further and further until blanketed by nothingness; a warm, motherly embrace rocking him unconscious to finish the deed that must be done. Almost inscribing his name into the hands of Death himself, his smile remained, though weak, a sinister simper as his body grew limp among the heap of tattered steel. Blood painting his expensive clothes like drops of attenuated watercolor while people gathered adorning concerned glances, watching closely as officials attempted to pull his thin frame out from within the metallic clump. Vitals signs elevated and limbs strapped tightly to a stretcher, his current state now being sent into express care for recovery, as well as anyone else within the car.

One by one, plucked like newborn feathers, other teenage boys were carried out and pasted to wires to follow basic procedure, but this time, most of them picked a fight and attempted to flee. "I'm fine!" they would assure, covered head to toe in thick crimson and stumbling over their untied shoes only then to be recaptured and tossed into the back of the ambulance, out of sight and out of mind. Police patrolling the area, hound dogs sniffing scent and questioning the oblivious truck driver with hands raised high as the scene died down, resulting in only a few remaining to clean the horrible, wreckage. A wreckage caused only at the hand of a pretty boy prince with his world on a silver platter.

It wasn't long until the ambulances had pulled into the hospital, area suddenly gushing with the flow of busy bodies, sending those injured into emergency care without another word. Jimin, out like a light, was first, placed on the hospital bed, bloodied and all under the intense light glare to be poked and prodded. Clothes scissored open, bruised flesh revealed, needles injected; the one thing that he could remember hearing were the words he could only dread to hear.

"He's alive."

Brown peepers flickered open and Jimin began to sit up, startled by the light in his eyes and machines strapped to him, beeping and muttering to themselves within these four, white walls. "Fuuuck." was the first thing that uttered from between those lips, digging fingers into the tresses of his thick locks. It wasn't the fact his car was trashed, a hunk of scrap now being hauled away, but it was the fact he was indeed, still alive.

Living, breathing and dreading the future ahead.


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His entire life had been a spec of dust, fluttering in the breeze only to be swept up and forgotten like the reality of what nothing really was. A turn of fifty-two cards that somehow all had the same suit and one could say he had spades in spades, that the darkness emblematic of the ensemble preceded his royally fucked up origin. Was it true that only the good died young? That he glided past years with little trouble other than the loss of a father? Why had everything since then been a blur in his absence? Dead, for further corroboration on the philosophy of hearts gone black? Was he too old to die young now? For all of the painful third degree, he pointed exclusively into his own conscience, hoping there had to be more answers. He stared death right in the face from under a poorly, lit receptionist lamp, and his father, perhaps, was the best testimony to Yoongi's stipulations.

"Okay," he gave a thoughtful draw of tobacco that carved out his pint-sized resonance like he was setting the price for his own murder, exhaling with an air of confidence. "Rooms are 50 bucks a night, you either take it or leave it."

Nicotine flicks clicked from his cuticle, relics taken by the gale, and a tilt of his head in this stranger's general direction colored him tactful. It appeared this no-good piece of shit that wanted nothing but to try and haggle with the means of a naive, teenager. But oh no, Yoongi wouldn't take that shit. There was a reason why he had received such a swift promotion here at the part-time job of motel receptionist. Crushing the remaining cigarette into the bronze ashtray to his left, he leaned forward across the small wooden desk to give the fucker a nice ripe, stink-eye, courteous of Yoongi standards. "Did you hear me?" he spat, brow furrowed something furious. "Or do I have to repeat myself? Because as far as I'm concerned you drained enough energy from me already."

The man began to grumble, syllables strung to curse words while fishing out his worn wallet from within his pockets to hand over 50 bucks in defeat, practically pissed at the idea he had lost to a person half his age. Yoongi took what was rightfully his and turned to open the locker containing the room keys, hesitating for a moment to analyze which room was suitable for this piece of shit and slipping the ring in between his fingers, pulling it off of the hook with a soft clink to toss it straight to him without a warning. Whether he caught it or not wasn't of any concern to him. "Checkout is at noon tomorrow, you don't checkout, you best be giving me another 50 bucks."

A smile of victory and the man disappeared out into the world to leave Yoongi at peace with himself, finally giving him proper permission to sit back down and get comfortable in the tiny chair he had acquired. Working night shifts were always a pain, in fact, a huge fucking pain especially when it came to missing parties. He never understood the idea behind working at such a dump when he had plenty of money already; some bullshit about work ethic and getting a perspective of the real world his mother liked to preach. Complete and utter bullshit.

But, he couldn't argue with her; she was the only remaining thing left within his picture.

Feeling his pocket begin to vibrate, he leaned back to dig it out and brought it to eye level, reading the message directly from the notifications screen in front of him.

"Sugaaaa hyunggg, can I stay at your place for a while?"

Yoongi let out a sigh and propped his feet up, taking a moment to think of a proper response before jumping to conclusions when it came to the Park boy. He knew exactly how his home life was, and that almost gave him a change of heart, though he paused, hovering his thumbs over the keys of his keyboard.

"Aish.. until when? I'm working right now."

Another moment of silence, what a joy. Just as he was about to set his phone down, the response was just as quick.

"Few days maybe?"

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose and let those bits of black text settle on the tip of his tongue. Did he want to answer? A few days was a long time in his mind, and he could only imagine the mess that boy would leave in his very own home. The cursor blinked daggers into his mind, and he set his phone down, avoiding it completely to finally achieve a little shut eye.

Sleep was better than having to deal with that right now.

Jimin could wait.
 
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Taehyung's life wasn't perfect, but it wasn't exactly a maids voyage either. He'd had his ups and downs through out the course of his 23 years, but most of them sans a couple of early blooming days were populated with mostly happy thoughts. Despite his troublesome past of losing the very most important people in his existence. The pillars of his foundation were knocked out long ago and V had to rebuild his own. Granted he had a couple of people that acted in as a support for his dreams, each and every single one of these newly acquired structures decayed over time or simply just stopped being there for the kid. Tae still considered himself lucky, even after things in his life tried ripping apart the very fabric of his blood. Any lesser person would faulter and snap under the preasure but not Taehyung. For the short time he had his parents as a part of his daily routine, they lectured him day in and day out about etiquite, properly holding a spoon (V still preferred it on his nose), and the proper way to address elders. He was told how to walk, how to speak, even how to dress to impress people around him. It was harder said than done, cute as he may be 'eliquinet and proper' weren't in his vocabulary. He could be the angel on your shoulder or the devil in your ear and at the best of times he could be what his grandmother liked to call him ' a little shit.' Pranks and joking around were steadfast in the males personality such as his foundation for his mindset. Without them, he couldn't be called V. He had no idea who gave him the name of V, nor why it existed, but he loved his name and wouldn't change it for the world.

He was forced to live on his own for several years but it wasn't all bad. He'd been on his own for so long he almost forgot what It was like not being that way. That day he had college and he attended that
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Taehyung's life wasn't perfect, but it wasn't exactly a maids voyage either. He'd had his ups and downs through out the course of his 23 years, but most of them sans a couple of early blooming days were populated with mostly happy thoughts. Despite his troublesome past of losing the very most important people in his existence. The pillars of his foundation were knocked out long ago and V had to rebuild his own. Granted he had a couple of people that acted in as a support for his dreams, each and every single one of these newly acquired structures decayed over time or simply just stopped being there for the kid. Tae still considered himself lucky, even after things in his life tried ripping apart the very fabric of his blood. Any lesser person would faulter and snap under the preasure but not Taehyung. For the short time he had his parents as a part of his daily routine, they lectured him day in and day out about etiquite, properly holding a spoon (V still preferred it on his nose), and the proper way to address elders. He was told how to walk, how to speak, even how to dress to impress people around him. It was harder said than done, cute as he may be 'eliquinet and proper' weren't in his vocabulary. He could be the angel on your shoulder or the devil in your ear and at the best of times he could be what his grandmother liked to call him ' a little shit.' Pranks and joking around were steadfast in the males personality such as his foundation for his mindset. Without them, he couldn't be called V. He had no idea who gave him the name of V, nor why it existed, but he loved his name and wouldn't change it for the world.

He was forced to live on his own for several years but it wasn't all bad. He'd been on his own for so long he almost forgot what It was like not being that way. That day he had college and he attended that





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