It was too late for regrets when (Y/N) received her first panicked text from Jimin, asking where she was. She’d wanted a bit of alone time, choosing to go the library to find a book. If she was to be trapped at home without anyone else but her needy boyfriend to talk to, she at least needed something to occupy her time.
In doing this, however, she broke one of the many rules Jimin had established with her. She left without telling him where she was going, leaving him to despair when she arrived home and couldn’t find her. Thus, he started to spam her phone with as many texts and calls and possibly, earning (Y/N) irritated glares from fellow patrons of the library. Sheepishly she turned off her phone, forgetting to reply to him in her embarrassment.
Her time spent away from him was heavenly. She felt relaxed as she inspected the covers of all kinds of thrillers and romances – anything that could help her escape from reality. When she’d had her fill, she checked out the books with a happy smile, wishing the librarian a good day before leaving, the warm evening air adding to her perfect mood. It was almost the perfect day, had she not decided to check her phone. She was flooded with hundreds of messages from Jimin; everything from threats to begs to bribes had been sent to her. It sickened (Y/N) to her stomach that this was the person she would have to face when she returned home.
‘Unless I don’t go back to him.’
The wicked thought lingered in her mind for a minute. What if she were to walk off, go to live with her brother or room with an old friend? The dream of living independently once again was rudely interrupted by another text message.
Jimin : I love you so much I could die, (Y/N). Please, tell me where you are or I’ll go crazy
It was with that she was told that she couldn’t ever be independent of him – even if she were to leave, his fate would linger on her conscious every second. Jimin knew just how to inhibit her life in every way possible, as there was no way to push him out of it; he’d be kicking and screaming unitl the very end.
(Y/N): I’ll be home soon.
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An uncomfortable silence hung over the apartment when (Y/N) returned to their apartment. She had no qualms that he’d returned home, but it was practically a ghost town. When (Y/N) found him, he was sitting on their bed staring straight ahead with a blank expression. As he met (Y/N)’s eyes, she could see his were pink and glossed over from continuously crying.
“W-why did you scare me (Y/N)? Where were you?” He croaked, one of his fists clutching something and shaking as the other hand furiously rubbed a fresh stream of tears.
“I’m sorry, Jimin. I just wanted to get some new books.” (Y/N) said, approaching him to rub his back comfortingly. He collapsed into her touch, a happy sigh escaping his lips.
“You won’t hurt me like this again.” (Y/N) nodded, still stroking his back. He looked up at her, his gaze hardening.
It was then that (Y/N) got a glimpse of what was clasped in his hand. A glint of steel told of a sinister plot.
Jimin was too quick for her to react when he grasped her wrist, locking one of the circles around it in an instant before attaching himself to the other end of the handcuffs.
“What-?”
“Now I’ll make sure I know where you are all the time.” (Y/N) tugged at the bonds experimentally, seeing his wrist hang limply as she tried to pull herself away from him. Jimin sniffled, a happy smile finally creeping across his plush lips.
“Jimin, I swear if this is some kind of joke- “
“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart. I’m tired.” Jimin let out a yawn to emphasise his point, even though it was still the early evening.
“How can I get ready to bed if I’m attached to you by the fucking wrist?” Jimin flinched at her harsh language, but answered regardless.
“Just as you would normally get changed, sweetheart. I can look away if you want.” (Y/N) huffed in annoyance.
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Their constant bondage inflicted more inconveniences to their lives than Jimin would ever admit. (Y/N)’s entire schedule changed, being dragged to the dance studio with him. It was immediately apparent that he couldn’t possibly work with her literally attached to his wrist, but he refused to let her out of her sight during practice, eyes constantly trained on her. The other dancers gave (Y/N) sympathetic glances, but they were in no position to question Jimin lest they wanted to face a tantrum.
That wasn’t even the worst part of being attached to Jimin. Having to wear the handcuffs in public netted them many peculiar looks and whispers, no matter how much (Y/N) tried to conceal the metal links by clinging to Jimin’s side and holding his hand, something that only encouraged him to continue with his punishment of her.
“Can’t you remove them when we’re in public? Everyone’s looking at us and it’s making me really uncomfortable!” (Y/N) hissed, but Jimin simply intertwined their fingers with a pleased grin.
“Their opinions don’t matter, sweetheart. All that matters is that we stay together.” He said, not even looking away for a second as if she could disappear without his constant fixation.
“Sir, your Pepsi?” Their bickering was interrupted by the waiter, holding their drinks on a tray. It only took him about five seconds to notice their handcuffs, after which a blush spread across his cheeks.
“Thank you.” Jimin answered, but the waiter didn’t leave, still slightly awkward.
“Are… you guys okay? Is this some sort of dare?” He asked with a nervous laugh.
“It’s our way of proving our love. Have you got a problem with that?” (Y/N) smacked her boyfriend’s arm at his snarky and slightly aggressive tone, embarrassed beyond all belief.
“Oh, I’m so sorry sir.” The waiter immediately said before scurrying away. It was at that moment (Y/N) snapped.
“What is wrong with you Jimin? Unlock these and go apologise to him.” Jimin didn’t move a muscle.
(Y/N) huffed and stood up, pulling his wrist up with her.
“I’m breaking up with you Jimin. Let me go right now.” It was as if she’d just admitted that she was a convicted murderer by the look of Jimin’s face. Hurt, melancholy and anger flashed over all at once, settling into a desperate panic.
“You don’t mean that, right?” (Y/N) glowered at him.
“I’m calling the fucking police if you don’t unlock these right now.”
Jimin stood up alongside her, but rather than do as she said he began to lead her out of the restaurant, disregarding the waiter that was holding their meals.
“Jimin, where are you taking me?” (Y/N) shouted. She wasn’t embarrassed or self-conscious in public at that moment; she more so was fearing for what he would do to her.
He didn’t reply. His eyes were set straight ahead of him, pupils shaking slightly with an intense emotion.
“Why am I not worthy of your love?” He finally spoke after stopping still,
“Jimin, I never said that I didn’t love you. But you can’t just me locked up in a pair of handcuffs forever.” (Y/N) said earnestly, before taking in their surroundings. The city was rushing about around them, not sparing a second glance to the odd pair.
“Why not?” Jimin was too quiet, the perfect indicator that he was about to get emotional.
“I need some independence! Jimin, when will you learn that I can’t love you if you’re suffocating me like this!” She snapped, instantly regretting her outburst as tears began to roll down his cheeks.
As much as she hated him for how possessive he was, she couldn’t help but reach out for him when she saw him crying. It was a reminder of his gentle, sensitive side, from the times when she only ever saw him as her gentle yet emotional boyfriend.
“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) intertwined the fingers of their joined hands, squeezing gently to comfort him. He tackled her into a hug, relishing in the warmth of her body against his and admiring the metal steel of the cuffs. Pride swelled up in his chest at how they had only become closer, to the point of no return.
“Well,” she says, long and drawn out, and from the glint in her eyes he can tell this is some kind of inner joke, kept from him. “I’ve been a diplomat, and a race car driver, and a chef, and an astronaut, and a veterinarian–”
“An astronaut,” he repeats dryly. He wants to call her on her lie - but. But. How strange. There’s no indication of a lie: no rise in temperature, no quickening of her pulse, no change to her eyes, nothing.
Guess who’s back to break your hearts once again yes, it’s me! Good ‘ol Nari here to feed you some angst. This time we’re doing sskk!
Warnings: Angst(not too much tho)
Word count: 440-ish
I was standing at the docks. In front of me stretched the sea, shimmering in the dying sunlight. The sky was a blazing red, the world was quiet and a slight breeze was my only company, or so I thought. It was a lot later that I noticed the presence beside me.
I turned around to see him, illuminated in the golden sunlight, his short scruffy hair swaying slightly in the breeze, eyes closed, his pale skin almost glowing.
Summary: His lips touched the butterfly, a gift to you.
a/n: okay, so this hits a couple requests i got. one from the prompt challenge #169: What a pretty sight. and another one asking for stuff w/ fondness towards aaravos’ little speaker.
As they perched atop of his fingers, he was reminded of just delicate life could be. Once, not long ago, they had been shielded inside cocoons, and now their glittering wings trembled as though in dance, a tiny starlit night all their own. Their soft flutters across his skin were fragile, gone in an instant if it were something he was compelled to do.
Instead of that, however, he only watched as the pair of butterflies with their dazzling wings and black bodies flapped erratically to the inverted dome of the tall ceiling and clung to the marble. His eyes followed them, and as the fireplace dimmed and the warmth of it coiled through his fingers, he thought they were a night sky he remembered, though it was still so very far away.
