Existent [BTS]

+ yuna

kim yuna

" don't touch me. "

status : unknown

Heavy fleets of breath escaped the girl's mouth as her eyes moved back and forth in sheer panic, hand trembling from the creature that laid on it, eyes gently blinking to the breeze that it carried on its back. It stood up, stretching its slender green legs and kicking off the back of her hand, landing swiftly on a large leaf that barely waved as the creature put its weight on it, bathing under the warm lasting glow of the morning sun. Hurriedly, Yuna grabbed her army green backpack, rustling through it as the pace of her breath picked up. Eyes widening as she finally found the bottle of translucent gel, she quickly grabbed it, slathering the cool liquid all over her arm and rubbing it with force, turning the outer layer of the skin a dashing rosy pink due to the friction.

Germs. Germs. Germs. Her brain seemed to have an automatic alarm, blaring loudly like a siren through her thoughts. She closed her eyes, trying to return to normal and calm her beating heart. You've already used hand sanitizer. You're clean now. And yet, she wasn't clean. She didn't feel clean at all. The gel did nothing to soothe the discomfort that streamed through her veins, that terrorized her mind. I'm unclean.

Tears threatened to fall from she remembered just how stupid and reckless she actually was. Jeon Jungkook, her boyfriend, was probably the love of her life, probably the guy that she'd want to be with forever and whatnot but she didn't exactly feel that way yet. Sure, they were close and she was extremely attached to the said man but she had given up her body before she could actually let that feeling of security sink in and hook itself strongly to her bow. She'd given him her virginity without a second thought. And now - now she was suffering the consequences of regret, of uncertainty and unsteadiness. Germs. I'm unclean.

Jungkook. The chestnut-haired boy sat merely a few inches away from her, laying his head on a bench and closing his eyes as his chest lifted itself up and down in a slow steady beat, breaths coming out in a relaxed tempo. His faded grey tee-shirt hung loosely around his torso, dark denim jeans clinging tightly to muscular defined thighs. Under the light, he looked absolutely angelic with plush pink lips parted slightly, a well defined jawline and tall nose. His amazingly attractive features combined together led every girl in the school to him, drew them in and hypnotised them. 

And yet, there were some who chose to avoid him due to his drinking problem - the anger that arose every single time the alcohol took over. The rage and bloodlust in his eyes that sent the mobsters in the alleyways crawling away in fright. She remembered how frightful he'd look, how his gaze would darken every time he let the beers take over his thoughts and how he'd go around, smashing objects and messing up streets, picking fights that gained him new bruises and scars, profanities that would spill from his mouth and pierce through her heart.

It was the day she first met him - on that fateful night when the moon hung in the sky, glowing brightly and shining through the streets, guiding the paths of the nocturnal. It was more or less just a regular night, the breeze winding through her hair, sending strands flicking across her face occasionally. White hoodie and black slacks, a very tired Yuna was walking home from a long day at the library, researching for a project in school. Her parents were never home and she had no siblings so she walked as slowly as she could, shuffled down the road towards the source of her loneliness, the dark and empty room that sent chills down her spine. Night scared her. Afraid to fall asleep, in fear of the gaze of the unseen and unknown, their eyes causing the girl to tremble through the darkness and yet no one believed her and proclaimed that they were merely hallucinations, visions created by the mind of a paranoid adolescent. 

His loud voice had broke her out of her thoughts then, words coming out in patches of disorientation due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed. She remembered turning the corner to come face-to-face with one of the most popular boys in school, standing there with a leather jacket and ripped black jeans with a dangerous gleam in his eye, features still stunning as always. His clouded mind had brought him to a very horrible situation in which he was trying to sell himself off to a gang. Panicking, Yuna had rushed towards him, bowing down repetitively in apology and whispering surreptitiously in his ear to wake up and see for himself what was happening. She had knocked some sense into him after convincing the burly gangsters that he was merely a youth that was not in his right mind. After the whole ordeal, she had brought him home to have a warm drink and some food, pitying him.

The next day, he had asked her out.

It was a fairly unusual relationship, comfortable but odd. They were a very chaste couple, not fond of PDA and the such and yet they relished each other's company. They understood that they were both troubled : a lonely hypochondriac and a violent alcoholic. At the age of sixteen, however, the comfort shared between them changed when peer pressure got to her and she finally slept with her boyfriend, giving up her virginity in hopes of finally becoming a 'lady' or a 'woman'. She'd cried by herself, later, unable to comprehend how filthy the action truly was and how uncomfortable it had felt. Jungkook, on the other hand, was over the moon, smiling and happily holding her, glad to have finally be truly connected with her as he had worded it. Still, she hadn't been able to talk to him properly ever since and the thick tension had become more than clear.

Filthy. Her heart picked up its pace again, fingers fidgeting with each other as cold sweat began to bead on her forehead. The hand sanitizer was once again retrieved and smothered all over her arm in sheer panic as she recited poems to try to calm herself, mouth moving on its own, muttering with gritted teeth.

connected camper : jeon jungkook

relation : boyfriend

relationship : tense

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hello everyone! sorry for the long wait, i just need to get some settling done before i finish the last intro chapter and actually get to the camping. i've also been really tired lately and just needed some inspiration.

this camper was originally submitted by asakayu! i remember loving the idea of a hypochondriac and the story she created with the connection with jungkook.

anywayy - wow, my writing back then was so long and windy :')) i'm so sorry y'all i hope the editing will make it easier to read.

- juverine