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Bro . . . What if I made a Taehyung x Jennie story? 

“Jeongguk, if you don’t make a move, Leehyun will.” Namjoon pointed, sighing. “He’s been moving in closer and closer to Taehyung and plans on asking him out here soon. I would hate for you to miss an opportunity.”
          
          “Opportunity? I don’t even know if Tae likes me. At least with Leehyun hyung, they have a lot in common and seem cute together.” Jeongguk bitterly replied, not looking up at the elder. 
          
          Namjoon rolled his eyes. “So do you, kid.” He replied. “You don’t see it because you’re blind and a pessimist.”
          
          “I am not.”
          
          “Then ask Taehyung out for a date, won’t you?” Namjoon cut in quick, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can’t cry over wasted time when you have the time.”
          
          “Alright, Mr. Poet,” Jeongguk weakly chucked. “I’ll— I don’t know, ask him out during Seokjin hyung’s dinner.”
          
          “That’s literally a week away. You don’t get it.”
          
          “I want to mentally prepare.”
          
          “Mentally prepare my a$$, Jeongguk. Leehyun is head over heels and is certain. You waiting is only hurting your own chances with Taehyung.” Namjoon argued, shaking his head. “Look, I like Leehyun as much as the next guy but the way Taehyung looks at you is screaming for you to make a move but now he’s just thinking it wasn’t meant to be. Now, if Leehyun takes the chance you failed to take, I don’t doubt Taehyung won’t leap on it.”
          
          “Then it would’ve meant to be that way, no?” Jeongguk tilted his head to the side, eyes bright up at his hyung who only threw his head back and groaned. 
          
          Namjoon sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Listen, don’t be mad at anyone but yourself if this doesn’t go your way, kid. That’s what I’ll leave you with.”

Jeongguk sighed, sitting on the edge of his desk as he flipped through the police reports over and over again, eyes tracing the details as if he hadn’t looked over the same words numerous times before. Nothing was changing or making any new connections to him, and at this point, his head was beginning to throb. 
          
          What snapped him from his trance was a subtle knock on the door followed by the slow creaking of it opening. 
          
          “Hi, Tae,” Jeongguk greeted, taking the reports and setting them off to the side. He noted that he could continue to rip himself apart later on but that he was best taking a moment to let his brain come back to one. 
          
          Taehyung entered into the room, closing the door behind him. “Hey there, partner,” he smiled. “I was coming in to let you know that I got tickets to a comedy show later down town. Interested in being my plus one?”
          
          “Eh, I actually was going to do a stake out later. We don’t have much of a lead on our case and—“
          
          “Ugh, Jeongguk,” Taehyung huffed. “C’mon! We’ve studied the same six clues for the past two days. And, furthermore, there hasn’t been anything suspicious recently since our latest report.”
          
          “I know, I know — I just have a feeling about tonight.” Jeongguk shrugged, looking down at the carpeted floor. “It’s strange to me, y’know? It’s like we’re predictable. Every step we take seems to be known before we even make it.”
          
          Taehyung released a hum, leaning his back into the door. “Sure, so wouldn’t you suspect that whoever it is knows you’re going to stake out tonight anyway?”

Dear 2025,
          
          Here’s to never again. I hope 2026 can fix everything you broke, stole, and destroyed. I hope 2026 is much kinder than you ever were and brings me joy rather than shadow over me with fear and anxiety. I would like to shred away the version of me that you, 2025, created and grow into the version I know I can be and am. 2025, you were ruthless to me and to my family and friends. You were neglectful, hurtful, and nothing short of pure brutality. Therefore, I will not be taking you into the next year. I won’t carry over any of the burdens you gave to me nor will I reflect anymore on what you’ve done. I will, instead, look towards the light and be brave going into 2026. 
          
          Thanks for nothing but the lessons hard learned and the tears that continually shedded. I hope you too, 2025, find the peace you never got when it was your year. 
          
          - Key

maybe in another life I never took a break from writing and perhaps I would have an abundance of stories to keep you all together and entertained 

Hiii :(

Will you come back???

Hey dear can i promote my community here??... If only you give the permission

Where's the sequel? Full count? Are you writing it?

“You.” Taehyung said as he entered the main living area, pointing at a very uninterested Jeongguk who mindlessly scrolled on his phone. “Does this look okay?” He asked.
          
          Jeongguk, confused, looked up from the screen at Taehyung who was standing in front of him. He furrowed his brows, frowning. 
          
          “Why are you asking me?” Jeongguk skeptically asked.
          
          “Because you don’t like me so if it looks bad, you’ll be honest. I want honesty and not Jimin’s friendship answer.” Taehyung replied lamely. 
          
          Jeongguk looked Taehyung up and down, silently admiring the view he was provided. “You look fine.” He answered.
          
          “So I should change. Thanks.” Taehyung started to walk away but Jeongguk spoke up. 
          
          “Why would you ask me then? You were going to change anyway.”
          
          Taehyung shook his head. “You’re lying and saying I look fine so I go out there looking like a fool. I’m too smart for you.”
          
          “You tell yourself that.” Jeongguk said, rolling his eyes and returning to his phone. He truly thought Taehyung looked good but he wasn’t going to tell him that.