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If I Could Make It Go Quiet, it would feel like this. by allsadhere
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
12 Feb 2022
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"What did your childhood sound like?"
The words are projected onto the wall of the exhibit in front of him, unwavering and bold as the silence continues to press in around him. He lets out a slow breath and closes his eyes.
Jungkook’s childhood sounds like an out-of-tune piano, clunky and just slightly off, but familiar in its wrongness.
(or Jungkook has loved Yoongi his entire life, filling up every one of his senses until they overflow)
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19 Jan 2025
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Awww so softt, soulmate kook and yoongi from childhood is goodd
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jungkook realises he is in love at age fourteen.
he realises it abruptly, like a stumble. it does the same thing to his heart— there’s a skip and then it races, making his chest ache from the inside.
(or: a prince of the imperial family falls in love with a guard.)
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“jungkook,” it seems too soft, his name, on his lips. “do you fear dragons?”
“no. i’m not afraid of you either.”
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“This is actually an excellent opportunity for you. Kingsman is one of the most elite cooking schools in London, and they so rarely offer evening courses like this. The fact that they were willing to work with us and allow you to attend is a miracle.”
“It’s basic though, yeah?” Basic was what he needed. He just needed to learn enough so that Deanna wasn’t eating frozen pizza or chicken nuggets every meal, and his mum wasn’t exactly in the mood to cook most days. Cooking had always been his dad’s thing, he’d been about to trade up from a sous chef to a full chef when his accident had happened.
Sure, Eggsy could eat junk all day long if he had to, but his half-sister deserved better. He could give her better.
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- Part 1 of La Cuisine
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“You only have to say a word, and I will call the whole thing off,” Namjoon says quietly, eyes dark and earnest. “Your happiness is worth more to me than anything the Park clan could provide.”
“I know, hyung,” he says instead, and digs his fingers into the damp ground. Dirt crawls up his nail beds. “But I accepted the offer. I won’t go back on my word.”
He would kneel and bow and smile prettily if it meant keeping his family safe. If his betrothed did not wish to speak to him, to even see him, then so be it.
Taehyung would marry Park Jimin all the same.