26 September, 2023

I want you to help me live - bonjr, thomas reid, versor

Jungkook stands alone on the patio, his frame casting a long shadow in the September sun. His dark hair falls in disarray around his face, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he feels the cool breeze brush against his skin. He is lost in his thoughts, his mind a tumultuous swirl of emotions. His heart is heavy with sorrow, a weight that seems almost unbearable at times. He has found happiness with her, he has finally found someone who understands him, who accepts him for who he is. But the cruel world has taken that.

"I brought you coffee. If you're not going to sleep, you at least need some caffeine," Namjoon says softly.

Jungkook takes the cup gratefully, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Aren't you pissed at me? I ran your best friend out of town."

Namjoon shakes his head, his eyes filled with understanding. "Sage would have left anyway. You know her, always somewhere looking for her next adventure. She'll be fine."

"Sage was my first. I had a deep connection with her. Just not the kind she needed," Jungkook confesses, his eyes reflecting the pain he feels. "She's not angel. Angel is my home, being with her is as easy as breathing," Jungkook confesses, his eyes lightening up thinking of her.

"I understand," Namjoon insists, placing a comforting hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Even Sage understands deep down."

"You two just weren't destined to be," Namjoon reassures him, his voice filled with warmth and understanding.

"How is she holding up?" Andrea appears, stepping onto the patio and closing the door behind her. Concern etched on her face.

"Not good, mum," Jungkook sniffs, his voice cracking with emotion. He looks up at his mother with pleading eyes, silently asking for help.

Andrea sighs heavily, her heart breaking at the sight of her son's distress. "I brought the iv."

TW: DEPRESSION

empty - olivia o'brian

As soon as anyone steps through the threshold
of this enchanting space, they're immediately greeted by the warm glow of sunlight streaming through the large bay windows, casting a soft and inviting ambience over every corner of the room. The walls are painted in a serene shade of pale blue, reminiscent of a clear summer sky, and adorned with delicate floral artwork that seems to dance and sway with the gentle breeze that wafts through the open windows. The crisp white linens on the king-sized bed are pristine and inviting, beckoning them to sink into their soft embrace and drift off into dreams as fluffy clouds float across the ceiling in a whimsical display of creativity.

A whimsical chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over the room and illuminating the ornate vintage furniture that adorns the space. As they explore every corner of this ethereal guest bedroom, they can't help but feel a sense of peace and tranquillity wash over them. The careful attention to detail and the inspired creativity that went into the design of this space are evident in every element, from the hand-painted murals on the walls to the delicate lace curtains that flutter in the breeze.

No matter what beauty surrounds you, all you can feel is emptiness. With Eden gone, the chaos is gone, the chaos that once filled your life is gone. Your days are quiet now, the loss of your father hits you like a ton of bricks, leaving you feeling lost and alone in a world that suddenly seems so cold and unforgiving. You lay in bed, not moving for a week now, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on your chest, making it hard to even breathe.

The depression grips hold of you, suffocating you in its dark and suffocating embrace. Both your parents are gone, leaving you feeling adrift in a sea of grief and confusion. The once bright and vibrant colours of the world now seem muted and dull, as if someone has cast a shadow over everything you see.

You used to be the life of the party, the one who could make everyone laugh and smile with your infectious personality. But now, you feel like a stranger in your own skin, disconnected from the person you once were. You have fought with evil, leaving blood on your hands that you will never be able to wash off. The memories of those battles haunt your every waking moment, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurks in the world.

You have seen things that no one should ever have to witness, and you have done things that will haunt you for the rest of your days. But you're not a hero, nor are you a villain. You're simply a woman born into this life. Your heart is heavy with the knowledge that more blood will be spilt. Your friends may die.

Isabella enters the room, the heavy weight of concern evident in her eyes as she sees, you, her sister, lying motionless in the bed, staring blankly ahead. Your usually vibrant spirit seems to have been replaced by a dark cloud of sadness that looms over you like a heavy blanket. Isabella softly strokes your hair, perching herself on the bed next to you. "Sis sis, I'm worried about you."

There is no response from you, only the sound of your steady breathing filling the room. Isabella takes a deep breath, trying to push back the tears that threaten to spill over.

"The last time you were like this, we thought we were going to lose you," Isabella continues, her voice trembling slightly. "You need to eat something or at least drink something. You can't give up now."

"They're gone," you finally speak, your voice barely above a whisper. It is a simple statement, but it holds a world of pain and loss within it.

Isabella's heart aches at the raw emotion in your voice. Your parents had been everything to you both, your pillars of strength and support. But now they are gone, leaving Isabella and you alone in the world.

"I know, sis. I know it hurts," Isabella consoles, reaching out to squeeze your hand gently. "But it's just me and you against the world now. I need you to get up and eat something for me. Please."

Jungkook enters the room, his heart sinks at the sight of Isabella looking up at him with helplessness in her eyes. He walks over to the bed, his footsteps barely making a sound on the plush carpeting of the bedroom. The dim light from the bedside lamp casts a soft glow over the room, illuminating your figure lying motionless on the bed. Jungkook's heart aches at the sight of you, his love in such a state. Jungkook sits down on the edge of the bed, his steady presence a comfort to you even in your darkest moments.

when the party's over - Billie Eillish

With a gentle touch, Jungkook reaches out and brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Without a word, Jungkook lies down next to you, pulling you into his arms. He wraps his arms securely around you, holding you close as if to shield you from the pain and darkness that consumes you. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, the gesture filled with love and reassurance. "I'm here, angel," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here for you, always."

"I've got her," Jungkook promises, looking up at Isabella with a reassuring smile. "You need to eat too. Jimin has made your favourite meal in the kitchen."

Isabella nods gratefully, knowing that Jungkook is right. She needs to take care of herself in order to be able to take care of her sister. As Jungkook holds you close, Isabella makes her way to the kitchen.

He gently takes your hand in his and whispers, "Oh, my angel, how far you've fallen but we're all here to make you fly again."

Your body feels so small and fragile in his arms, your once firey spirit now extinguished by the weight of your thoughts. Jungkook can feel the pain radiating from you, your heart heavy with sorrow and despair. You have faced so much in your life, fighting against the shadows that follow you every step. But despite your strength and resilience, the darkness seems to win, leaving you broken and lost.

As he holds you now, Jungkook feels a wave of determination in his heart. He knows that he can't take away your pain, can't erase the scars that mar your soul. But he can be there for you, can offer you his strength and his love in your darkest moments. He vows to be your beacon of light in the dark abyss. He vows to be your guiding star, leading you through the galaxy of your pain and sorrow until you find your own way back to the brightness of your true self.

"Hey, Amor." Taehyung smiles, entering the room with Andrea by his side. "Andrea here is going to set you up with an IV okay."

Taehyung sits down in a chair beside you, taking your hand and caressing it gently. "This may sting a little, Amor, but we need to get some fluids in you, okay?"

Jungkook watches as his mother inserts the IV line into your arm, careful not to cause you any more pain than necessary. He can see the compassion in her eyes, and the will to help you in any way she can. Andrea has known you since the day you were born.

Andrea has always felt a special bond with you. You have always been like a daughter to her, and she will do anything to see you happy and thriving. Andrea can see the sadness in your eyes that seems to weigh you down, a pain that you can't quite shake. Andrea can see it clearly every time she looks into your eyes, and it pains her soul to see her beloved girl in such a state.

"My dear," Andrea begins gently, "I know that life has been cruel, but you are strong and resilient. You have so much potential and light within you. Please, don't let this darkness consume you." Andrea leaves tears welling in her eyes.

The steady drip-drip-drip of the IV becomes a soothing lullaby, gradually lulling you into a state of peaceful surrender.

"You can leave now," Jungkook huffs, his voice cold and harsh.

"We need to call a truce between us, Kook. She needs peace at least for now because come the first, she might never find peace again," Taehyung implores, his tone calm and apologetic.

Jungkook looks down at you, your face peaceful in sleep. He knows that Taehyung is right. For your sake, he needs to put aside his feelings of anger and resentment and make peace with Taehyung.

"For her, anything. I can't forgive you, but I can accept you as part of my life for her," Jungkook concedes, his voice softening.

Taehyung nods, a look of gratitude in his eyes. He knows how hard it is for Jungkook to let go of his anger, but he also knows how much you mean to both of them.

poison tree - grouper

Yoongi slouches against the wall, a concerned frown marring his usually stoic features. He watches as you lie in the bed, staring blankly into the distance with a haunted look in your eyes. His usually spirited friend seems to be lost in a fog of sadness, your once sparkling eyes now dull and lifeless.

Yoongi can't help but feel a surge of sadness himself as he watches you retreat into yourself. His brother and you have been friends for as long as he can remember. You have grown up together, sharing laughter, tears, and a bond that goes beyond just friendship.

You're not just his brother's friend, you're family to him and to Yoongi. Yoongi doesn't like many people, but you're different. You're Yoongi's people. You're always full of energy and laughter, bringing joy wherever you go.

Your infectious smile lights up a room and your laughter is like music to Yoongi's ears. But now, seeing his friend so despondent, Yoongi feels a pang of despair in his heart. He longs to reach out and bring you back to yourself, but he doesn't know how.

"Hey, gumdrop," Yoongi hums softly, trying to break the silence. "I'd tell you I'd kill you if you told anyone I said that, but you're not doing too great right now, so I guess I'll let you off."

Yoongi sits beside you on the bed. "I think I'd be depressed too if my hair looked like this," he says with a teasing smile. "Let me plait it for you."

As Yoongi sits behind you, gently running his fingers through your long, tangled hair, he feels a deep sense of responsibility. He knows that you have been going through a tough time, shutting yourself off from the world and withdrawing into yourself. Yoongi hopes that by creating this simple plait, he can help you relax and feel a moment of peace.

The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the soft sound of hair being twisted and woven together. Yoongi concentrates on each strand, feeling the weight of your emotions in every movement. He knows that words can't fix everything, but maybe this small gesture can show you that you are not alone.

Jimin enters the room. His expression is grave, and Yoongi can tell that he needs a moment alone with his best friend. Understanding the unspoken request, Yoongi gently bops you on the nose and quietly slips out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. With a heavy heart, Jimin places a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table next to you, hoping that it will bring a small smile to your face.

"I know how much you like stealing my cigarettes, so I brought them for you," he simpers softly, the words met by silence.

"If you don't get up, I'll tell you all the hot and heavy details of me and Issy." Jimin teases, desperate to get a reaction.

For a moment, Jimin thinks that you will finally look up and acknowledge his presence, but you remain still, your eyes fixed on the wall. Jimin feels a stab of misery as he realises just how deep your depression has taken hold of you. For a week now, you have been withdrawn and distant. You haven't spoken, haven't eaten, haven't even looked Jimin in the eye. It is as if you have lost all interest in the world around you as if you have given up on everything that once brought you joy.

Jimin gets into bed with you, pulling you close to him, and wrapping his arms around your fragile frame. "Oh, little flame," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "We need you. I need you."

You don't respond, don't even flinch at his touch. But Jimin doesn't let that deter him. He holds you tighter, burying his face in your hair, breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla that always surrounds you. "I know it's hard," Jimin continues, his voice trembling with emotion. "But you're not alone, little flame. I'm here for you. We all are. Please, don't shut us out."

There is a long moment of silence, broken only by the sound of your soft breathing. Jimin can feel your body relax against his, your tense muscles slowly unwinding under his touch. It is a small victory, a tiny glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounds you.

six feet under - billie eilish

"Yoongs did this plait didn't he? I can tell, it's terrible," Hoseok remarks, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

You remain silent, your gaze fixed on a point in the distance as Hoseok carefully begins to unravel the tangled mess. The plait seems to hold a memory, a moment frozen in time when your spirits were brighter and your laughter more carefree. As Hoseok works, he can't help but feel a prick of sadness at the stark contrast between you now and the lively, bold girl he once knew. Hoseok sets to work brushing out your hair, the brush gliding smoothly through the silky strands. He works in silence, the only sound in the room is the gentle swish of the brush. You lie in bed, your eyes unfocused and distant, lost in the darkness of your own thoughts.

"I haven't known you long," Hoseok begins softly, "but I've fought by your side and I'm going to continue fighting. So you need to fight too. Fight for yourself, fight for your happiness."

Hoseok continues to brush your hair, the repetitive motion almost hypnotic in its rhythm. He whispers words of encouragement, hoping to break through the walls you have built around yourself. He thinks back to the day he had first met you, your paths crossing at Jungkook's club with your mutual friends. The music blaring, the laughter filling the air, and you, the queen of the party.

It seemed like just yesterday that he had met the playful and lively you, full of energy and joy. You had stood out from the crowd with your infectious smile and outgoing personality. You're the kind of person who could light up a room with your presence, drawing people in with your magnetic charm. And you had certainly drawn him in that night, leaving a lasting impression on him from the moment you had met.

But now, he looks at your fragile figure lying before him. It is hard to believe that the same person now before him, a skeleton of your former self. The spark in your eyes that had once been so bright and full of life has dimmed, replaced by a hollow emptiness that seems to stretch on forever.

Jin bursts into the room with his usual excitement, diving onto the bed beside Hoseok and you. Hoseok shoots him a warning glance, but Jin seems unfazed as he tries to get you to join in on his playful antics. Namjoon enters the room quietly and takes a seat in the chair beside the bed. His steady gaze meets Hoseok's troubled eyes, and he can sense the unspoken understanding between them. Namjoon has always been the one to provide a sense of calm and stability in times of chaos, and Hoseok finds comfort in his presence.

"I'm going to get coffee," Hoseok announces, needing a moment of respite from the emotional turmoil in the room. He knows that he needs to gather his thoughts and come up with a plan to help you through your tough time.

As Hoseok leaves, Jin turns his attention back to you. "You know, when I and Angel were young, we used to play pretend kitchens. That's actually what got me interested in cooking," he says, trying to elicit a response from you.

"Come home to find out her first meal with you guys was prepared by you, I was horrified. You can't cook for shit." Jin exclaims.

"I'm not that bad," Namjoon protests, but a hint of amusement sparkles in his eyes.

"We once had to get the whole kitchen renovated because you burnt it down." Jin jokes, poking fun at his friend's culinary shortcomings.

"Fair point," Namjoon admits, laughing along with Jin.

You remain unresponsive, lost in your own thoughts. Jin looks at you with a mixture of concern and confusion. "Come on, Angel, snap out of it. We need your starlight back in our lives," he pleads, but you remain silent.

Natalie and Noah appear at the door, their faces filled with worry. "We'll give you your space," Namjoon says softly, as he gently guides Jin out of the room.

Namjoon lingers for a moment. "Don't let it win," he expresses, his voice filled with both compassion and determination. "Keep fighting. You have an army of supporters behind you."

astronomy - conan grey

As Noah and Natalie take their places on either side of you, they can't help but feel the weight of the situation. You're battling depression once again, and this time, it seems more daunting than ever before. When they first met you at sixteen, you had been fighting depression for months. A fight you seemed to win.

You had become a bright and lively soul, full of energy for life. But over the years, the darkness has slowly crept back in, casting a shadow over your once-shining spirit. Now, nearly ten years later, you lie unresponsive in bed, your eyes vacant and your movements slow and lethargic.

Everyone has tried to help you, but nothing seems to bring you back from the depths of despair you find yourself in. It pains them to see you in such a state, to witness the spark that once lit up your eyes slowly fading away. The three of you lie in silence, each lost in your own thoughts as you stare up at the ceiling.

"Remember when we first met, princess? I had the biggest crush on you, yet somehow you chose my douchebag brother," Natalie teases, nudging Noah playfully.

Noah pretends to look offended. "Hey, I'm sexy as hell. Can you blame her?" he retorts, winking at Natalie.

You remain silent, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. You're trapped in a dark and lonely place, unable to find your way back to the light. Noah and Natalie exchange worried glances, unsure of how to reach you. Their hands intertwined with yours, hoping to provide some comfort. Their hearts break at the sight of you so lost. Natalie reaches out and gently wraps her arm over you, offering a comforting squeeze.

"You're not alone in this. We're in this together, remember?" she whispers, her voice filled with love and determination.

Noah nods in agreement, his eyes filled with empathy and concern. "We've got you, princess, we'll always have you," he reassures her, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace.

But you remain unresponsive, lost in your own thoughts and fears. The weight of the world feels too heavy to bear, the darkness too overwhelming to escape. You feel as though you're suffocating in the vast universe, unable to find your way back home.

Natalie leans in closer, her voice soft but firm. "Princess, please come back to us. We miss you. We need you," she pleads, her words laced with tears.

runaway - aurora

The sun has set, leaving you alone on the cold floor of the patio. The night sky is dark, a thick blanket of darkness that mirrors the overwhelming sense of despair that has settled in your chest. You sit hunched over, taking a long drag from your cigarette, the nicotine providing a temporary escape from the heavy weight of sadness that seems to suffocate you.

Rain begins to patter around you, the sound blending seamlessly with the tears that stream down your face. Each drop that falls from the sky feels like a stab at your already shattered heart. The rain is a cruel reminder of the storm that rages within you, the storm that has been brewing for far too long.

You have been battling depression since your mother's death. It is a constant companion, a shadow that follows you everywhere you go. Some days are better than others, but lately, it feels like the darkness has consumed you whole.

As you take another drag of your cigarette, the smoke curls around you like a protective shield. You exhale slowly, letting the comforting sensation wash over you. You know it is a bad habit, but it is the only thing that seems to offer you any sort of relief from the overwhelming pain you feel.

The nicotine buzz is a welcome distraction from the endless loop of negative thoughts that play on repeat in your mind. The sound of the rain hitting the pavement is soothing in a way, a gentle lullaby that offers a brief respite from the chaos of your thoughts. The rain begins to pour. You close your eyes and tilt your face upwards, letting the cold drops wash away the pain you have been holding onto for so long.

But even the rain can't wash away the pain that has taken root in your soul. It is a deep, gnawing ache that seems to have no end. The weight of it drags you down into a dark, suffocating abyss. With a trembling breath, you stand letting out a primal scream, a raw and guttural sound that echoes through the empty garden.

It is a release, a purge of all the pent-up sorrow and anguish that has been festering inside you. The sound of your own voice seems to reverberate through your body, shaking you to the core. And for a brief moment, you feel a glimmer of relief, a fleeting sense of liberation from the suffocating grip of your depression.

But as the echoes fade away, the pain returns, still as sharp and unyielding as before. You sink to your knees, feeling the wet ground beneath you as you let the rain wash over you. You feel so small, so insignificant in the vast expanse of the world. Tears mix with raindrops as you cry, your sobs muffled by the pounding of the rain.

Jungkook kneels down beside you, his hand reaching out to touch your face. "Angel," he whispers, his voice quiet under the pounding of the rain. "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you."

You turn to look at him, your eyes filled with sorrow and pain. "I just feel so lost, Jungkook," you choked out, your words coming out in gasps between your sobs. "I don't know how to escape this darkness that's consuming me."

Jungkook's heart aches for you, knowing that he can't fix your problems with a simple touch or a few comforting words. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tightly as the rain continues to fall around you both. He can feel you trembling in his embrace, your body wracks with sobs. You stand there in silence, the rain continues to fall around you, a relentless downpour that seems to wash away the tears that stain your cheeks.

Jungkook can feel the weight of your sadness, the overwhelming sense of despair that seems to surround you like a cloud. He wants to say something, to offer you words of encouragement or hope, but he knows that sometimes, words are not enough. Sometimes, all you can do is stand by someone's side and let them know that they are not alone in their pain.

Your lips crash onto Jungkook's, desperate for a feeling, any feeling, to break through the numbness that has enveloped you for so long. You want to feel alive again, to feel something, anything, to remind you that you're still human. But as the kiss deepens, Jungkook pulls away, his eyes filled with concern and love.

"Take it away. Make me feel something," you plead, your hands gripping Jungkook's top, desperation etched across your face.

But Jungkook shakes his head, his voice filled with sorrow. "Not like this, Angel. I want nothing more than to be with you, but not like this."

Your eyes are wide, almost pleading, as you look up at him. "But I need this, Jungkook," you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion. "I need to feel something, anything, to remind me that I'm still alive. Please, don't take this away from me."

Jungkook lifts you off the ground, your bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. You feel a wave of emotions flood over you as Jungkook cups your face in his hands, deepening the kiss with each passing second. You have never felt more safe than you do at this moment, wrapped in his arms with your legs now securely locked around his waist.

TW: SMUT

painkiller - ruel

Jungkook scatters delicate kisses over your body, starting from your forehead and moving downwards. His lips trail along your jawline, down your neck, over your collarbone. Each kiss is light and feathery, a touch that is both soothing and tantalizing. You close your eyes and let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth of his lips against your skin.

This isn't about his pleasure, Jungkook knows. It is about taking away the pain in your heart, about showing you that you're loved and cherished. And so he continues to kiss you, to shower you with affection and tenderness. Each kiss feels like a promise of better days to come, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope.

His hands are trembling as he slowly traces the curves of your body, starting at your waist and moving up to your breasts. You let out a soft gasp as his hands find their way to your chest, his touch gentle yet firm. Massaging them gently, he watches as your eyes flutter shut, lost in the pleasure of his touch. As his hands move lower, tracing the contours of your hips and thighs, he marvels at the wonder of your body.

You're a work of art, a masterpiece to be savoured and admired. Every curve, every line is perfect in its own way, a testament to the beauty of the human form. Jungkook's fingers slowly trail their way down your still-damp body, tracing patterns of desire and longing. Inching closer and closer to the source of your desire.

His touch is like a symphony of pleasure, each stroke of his hand sending waves of euphoria crashing over you. As he reaches his destination, your body trembles with anticipation. His fingers move inside you with a gentle touch, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He slowly stretches you out, claiming you as his own in a way that makes your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.

You feel like you're floating on a cloud of bliss, lost in the sensation of his touch and the intensity of your connection. Moving up your neck and jaw, he leaves a trail of kisses that makes you quiver with need. He lifts his head and meets your gaze, his eyes intense with desire. Without a word, he leans in and captures your lips in a deep, soul-stirring kiss.

The sensation is overwhelming as if every nerve in your body is on fire. You can taste the sweetness of his lips, feel the warmth of his mouth, and you surrender yourself completely to the moment. Your body aches with need. He knows exactly how to touch you, how to make you moan and writhe beneath him.

His touch is both gentle and commanding, a perfect balance that drives you wild with desire. You moan into his mouth as he continues to move his fingers, each stroke sending you spiralling towards a place of ecstasy. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you surrender yourself to the pleasure he offers.

And then, just when you think you can take no more, he whispers your name in a voice filled with longing. The sound of your name on his lips sends a jolt of desire through you, igniting a fire within you that burns bright and fierce. He kisses a path down your body.

As he reaches the apex of your thighs, you can feel your pulse quicken in anticipation. Feel the tension building within you, a deep ache that only he can soothe. With a feather-light touch, he teases you, tracing circles around your clit, causing you to whimper in need.

His touch is maddeningly gentle, yet the intensity of it sends sparks flying through your body. You arch towards him, silently begging for more. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your body shaking with the need for release. He can feel your body responding to his touch, your breath coming in short gasps.

His tongue flicks against your clit with expert precision. The pleasure is overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing over you, engulfing you in a sea of sensation. You arch your back, unable to contain the cries of pleasure that escape your lips.

And then, with a final, ethereal touch, he brings you to the brink of release. Your body convulses with pleasure, your mind clouds with ecstasy. You cry out his name as you give in to the pulsing waves of pleasure that wash over you, leaving you spent and satisfied.