I'm a recently turned BTS fan and Taekook shipper.
I create this album just so I could let out my fantasies about these boys. This merely serves as an album/compilation of my imaginations.
*Taekook for now but I might do with other boys as well some...
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Jungkook found himself restless as he stared at the flickering white candle on his bedside table. The room was dimly lit, the soft light of the candle casting a warm glow on the walls. He had decided that his next wish would be something different, something more personal. Something that had weighed on him for years.
When he blew out the candle, the room grew colder, and the flame flickered erratically before extinguishing completely. As the darkness settled in, Taehyung appeared, his presence accompanied by a chill that permeated the air.
Taehyung's eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, met Jungkook’s with an unreadable expression. “You have summoned me again,” Taehyung said, his voice resonating with a deep, almost hypnotic tone. “What is your wish this time?”
Jungkook looked at Taehyung, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He didn’t verbalize his wish, but his eyes conveyed his desire clearly. Taehyung seemed to understand without words.
“Very well,” Taehyung said with a nod. “If it is an experience you seek, then an experience you shall have.”
Taehyung extended his hand toward Jungkook, and the room around him dissolved into a swirling mist. Darkness enveloped him, but instead of the whimsical dreamscapes from before, he was pulled into a place much more familiar—and far more unsettling.
Jungkook found himself standing in the middle of a small, dimly lit apartment. The air was thick with tension, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke lingered. He recognized this place immediately. It was his childhood home.
He heard the familiar sounds of raised voices coming from the kitchen. His parents were arguing again. He knew this scene all too well—the harsh words, the bitterness that filled the air. Jungkook’s heart tightened as he stepped closer, drawn to the voices despite the dread curling in his stomach.
"Why can't you just stay home for once?" His father's voice boomed, slurred with anger and frustration.
"Stay home? For what? To watch you drink yourself like a madman?" His mother’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Jungkook winced as he watched the scene unfold, a helpless observer to the memory that had haunted him for so long. His mother, with her suitcase already packed, stood by the door, her expression a mixture of anger and resignation.
“I’m done, I can’t do this anymore,” she said, her voice cracking as she grabbed her suitcase. “You can keep drinking yourself to death. I’m leaving.”
Jungkook, as a child, had been hiding in the corner of the room, his small frame curled up as he watched his mother storm out of the apartment. She didn’t even glance back at him. The door slammed shut behind her, and she was gone. Just like that.
The apartment was suddenly quiet, except for the muffled sobs of his father. Jungkook’s small form trembled as he stared at the door, waiting for it to open, hoping she’d come back. But she never did.
