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kim jungkook
and life reached out and turned him into lava.
❝ And so his life was to breath him in, to hold him there and live with him. it was a dream to dream with him. He became the sun to his cold winter and enjoyed every ticking second where his harsh snow calmed his raging lava. ❞
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His music speaks of pulchritude of life. He is there to sing and heal the weeping souls of the skies, and to spread the peace over the tiny petals of the bruised roses. His thorns are shed off, leaving him a soul bared to the universe, connected to every pain and pleasure. His figure lays in a pit of love offered by a prince filled with magic, and so he allows his peace to be within him when no world in the universes spread across the skies could bring him the same emotions.
01
september
virgo
magic shop owner
☰
vet
☰
22 years old
☰
sage
☰
engaged
☰
" paper heart "
►
my only one
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❝ Life as the burning sunshine... ❞
Kim Jungkook, a child of a family that held deep branches within the magic life. is childhood was made of books, as old as the bigges trees planted on earth, hidden away from the evil hands of humans who tried to peek at their world. He grew up to love it, he danced with sprakles in the air and birds popping up around his window. With plants blooming in the daily morning and sleeping with a shy demeanor at dawn- it was all magic. Beautiful, just like the rising sunshine igniting the flames of his desires to grow, to learn and to be as great as his father was. He was, the most powerful when it came to magic. No wand, no thinking, just spells spilling past his lips by the lovely age of 16. He was mostly home schooled with a circle of friends crowding him, but everything changed during that one night where epicness of magic took a turn and showed its black wings to Jeon Jungkook. He had read the black book, the book with red prints all over the leather nature of it, he had every single spell memorized within that book but it was prohibited to ever cast one.
He never did, but 'they' did. They, who came in at the late of night and brought out the screams of a woman he loved; His mother. The child watched as the same magic he grew to love turned her into ashed by a man who reeked off of power, so much power Jeon Jungkook was intimidated. And as those maroonish colored eyes settled on him; His brother has gathered him up in his arms. "GO JOON, TAKE HIM AWAY" it was the last words he heard from the man before light of pure raw power of black and white magic collided. He fought to get back, but the male's death grip on him was harsh. He was already out the door, shoved in a car and driven away from the house that took seconds to burst into nothing but raw flames- his brother had already stepped too hard on the gas to return, and Jungkook was in too much of a shock to process what happened. All he could see was the stained cheeks of his brother before everything turned black, and not a single thing was ever the same again, not when life decided to take away his golden trees.
Under his brother's watch; he grew up, older and older, slowly crawled inside the hands of magic he had prevented himself to use for a while after his parent's death and after the university years and grabbing his degree as a vet; he finally opened the old shop his father had kept old magical stuff in, Treasures hidden away from the world, but there was a catch. The moment he stepped inside the store; it did what it had done to its father. Every root of the store crawled around his soul and attached itself to him. The place of made of magic, the place was alive. And it begged Jungkook to live within him, just like a plant, wanting to once more grow and thats how Jungkook became what he is today. His shop held old things, it attracted people in need. Perhaps a stone, a book or a spell, but one thing that got the most costumers were the creatures he kept, hidden underneath their colorful shells ready to be taken, the ones he adored and loved, with warm eyes and a fatherly touch.
The shop waited for people, it waited till the people desperation landed them there. The shop was map, trying to give the keys to all the locked souls.
He was a key to the shop, and he always felt them. It was both a blessing and curse to be able to feel exactly what people felt, specially within the confines of the shop and thats why he blocked himself with a spell to hold back the attacks of emotions upon stepping out.
His mood swirled around the shop, there was not much excitement, but there were thunders. The shop shook with every nightmare of the old days, of every sign that 'he' might still be there to kill more. There was more secrets still untold, more stories left to be said about that night, but they were hidden under thousands of scars and curtains.
But then came a beauty, more beautiful than the roses circled around his shop, more beautiful than the glitters of magic around his fingers- and more stunning than the first blooms of the flowers on top of the trees in the first days of spring.
And so he allowed himself to fall.
Fall right into his arms, with his owned circled up behind, gripping onto the useless clothes upon his graceful body mindlessly. His nose dared to inhale him, and the drunken state he fell in was one he never regreted- and if being drunk was this good, he was willing to take the hangover every single morning.
Kim Taehyung did not steal his heart alone, he stole his body and soul and wrapped it around his universe. He greedily wanted to be the man's universe, cause Taehyung was his, and for a minute, the dark past did not haunt him anymore, he did not care for 'the man' in the past- all he needed was to have his hand wrapped his own, to fall into his chest and simply hear him breath.
For once, breathing felt like heaven, life felt like the gorgeous sparkles of old days of his life- and love had never felt so good.
And as he held him against his arms, or pinned him down under the amount of muscle to crush him with teasing touches; he knew he found it, the one thing that meant the entire world to him, that one person whom the god himself could not take away from him, never, over his ing dead body.
(background inspired by Up We Go, Ao3)
Kim Jungkook, a child of a family that held deep branches within the magic life. is childhood was made of books, as old as the bigges trees planted on earth, hidden away from the evil hands of humans who tried to peek at their world. He grew up to love it, he danced with sprakles in the air and birds popping up around his window. With plants blooming in the daily morning and sleeping with a shy demeanor at dawn- it was all magic. Beautiful, just like the rising sunshine igniting the flames of his desires to grow, to learn and to be as great as his father was. He was, the most powerful when it came to magic. No wand, no thinking, just spells spilling past his lips by the lovely age of 16. He was mostly home schooled with a circle of friends crowding him, but everything changed during that one night where epicness of magic took a turn and showed its black wings to Jeon Jungkook. He had read the black book, the book with red prints all over the leather nature of it, he had every single spell memorized within that book but it was prohibited to ever cast one.
He never did, but 'they' did. They, who came in at the late of night and brought out the screams of a woman he loved; His mother. The child watched as the same magic he grew to love turned her into ashed by a man who reeked off of power, so much power Jeon Jungkook was intimidated. And as those maroonish colored eyes settled on him; His brother has gathered him up in his arms. "GO JOON, TAKE HIM AWAY" it was the last words he heard from the man before light of pure raw power of black and white magic collided. He fought to get back, but the male's death grip on him was harsh. He was already out the door, shoved in a car and driven away from the house that took seconds to burst into nothing but raw flames- his brother had already stepped too hard on the gas to return, and Jungkook was in too much of a shock to process what happened. All he could see was the stained cheeks of his brother before everything turned black, and not a single thing was ever the same again, not when life decided to take away his golden trees.
Under his brother's watch; he grew up, older and older, slowly crawled inside the hands of magic he had prevented himself to use for a while after his parent's death and after the university years and grabbing his degree as a vet; he finally opened the old shop his father had kept old magical stuff in, Treasures hidden away from the world, but there was a catch. The moment he stepped inside the store; it did what it had done to its father. Every root of the store crawled around his soul and attached itself to him. The place of made of magic, the place was alive. And it begged Jungkook to live within him, just like a plant, wanting to once more grow and thats how Jungkook became what he is today. His shop held old things, it attracted people in need. Perhaps a stone, a book or a spell, but one thing that got the most costumers were the creatures he kept, hidden underneath their colorful shells ready to be taken, the ones he adored and loved, with warm eyes and a fatherly touch.
The shop waited for people, it waited till the people desperation landed them there. The shop was map, trying to give the keys to all the locked souls.
He was a key to the shop, and he always felt them. It was both a blessing and curse to be able to feel exactly what people felt, specially within the confines of the shop and thats why he blocked himself with a spell to hold back the attacks of emotions upon stepping out.
His mood swirled around the shop, there was not much excitement, but there were thunders. The shop shook with every nightmare of the old days, of every sign that 'he' might still be there to kill more. There was more secrets still untold, more stories left to be said about that night, but they were hidden under thousands of scars and curtains.
But then came a beauty, more beautiful than the roses circled around his shop, more beautiful than the glitters of magic around his fingers- and more stunning than the first blooms of the flowers on top of the trees in the first days of spring.
And so he allowed himself to fall.
Fall right into his arms, with his owned circled up behind, gripping onto the useless clothes upon his graceful body mindlessly. His nose dared to inhale him, and the drunken state he fell in was one he never regreted- and if being drunk was this good, he was willing to take the hangover every single morning.
Kim Taehyung did not steal his heart alone, he stole his body and soul and wrapped it around his universe. He greedily wanted to be the man's universe, cause Taehyung was his, and for a minute, the dark past did not haunt him anymore, he did not care for 'the man' in the past- all he needed was to have his hand wrapped his own, to fall into his chest and simply hear him breath.
For once, breathing felt like heaven, life felt like the gorgeous sparkles of old days of his life- and love had never felt so good.
And as he held him against his arms, or pinned him down under the amount of muscle to crush him with teasing touches; he knew he found it, the one thing that meant the entire world to him, that one person whom the god himself could not take away from him, never, over his ing dead body.
(background inspired by Up We Go, Ao3)