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Happy birthday, our rapper Ravi-yah :D

It means so much to us, all those small little nothings of "I love you"s and "Our starlights are the best"s, and it really touches our heart, and, of course, we love you too 💞 Take care, and you must always look out for your health 💘 You mean so much to us starlights, we can't stand you getting sick >:D

Continue to live your dream on the stage, with your passion going strong, and your love and care for all those around you still in you heart 😄 May you have the best birthdays on earth, Kim Wonswag 😉 .
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Title: I Wish You The Best
Pairing: Taekook, side!Jikook
Genre: Angst, Post-breakup
Length: Will continue in the comments section below. …

Taehyung's lips trembled, worrying between his teeth as he tried to drown out all the dirtied and tarnished sounds that came from behind him, tears racing down the tracks that were his cheeks. He tried his best to quietly slip on his jacket and boots in his current state, softly stepping out into the chilly December air. He closed the door and rattled the keys into the hole, hoping that his presence had went unnoticed.
He had come home from a tiring day at work, half-expecting a quiet house, because Jungkook had texted him to say that he had a company dinner. He had said an okay, because he had not expected his best friend, Jimin, to also text him that he was sick and could not come for their appointed dinner.

However, he had came home to find the both of them not only not sick and at a company dinner, but both entangled in each other's arms, whispering sinful nothings and doing unspeakable acts. He had then sneakily ran to his designated room where he had kept his belongings that were not in the room that he shared with his husband, salty and hot tears running and dripping onto the oakwood floor. He now sat at the apartment doorway, a cheap hotel pen and small post-it in his hand, scrawling the words "Don't come find me" and "I wish you the best with Jimin" before scrambling from what he called home.

Title: Winter Flowers, Monochrome Walls, and Ink Splats.
Pairing: Taekook
Genre:Fluff
Length:?? (Part 9)

"And so, for her beloved prince's happiness, the little mermaid had silently swam back to the depths of the ocean, where she had never got another chance to see him again. The end." Taehyung concludedly snapped the thin storybook closed with a resounding clap, and tried not to break a smirk at the two girls currently pouting and sniffling at him.

He kissed both of their forheads goodnight, and wheeled towards the door when they had fallen asleep shortly after, where he had found a lip-biting Hoseok, seemingly anxious at the sight of him. He hummed as he heard his name called timidly, following the equally timid figure into the kitchen. "Thank you," he heard from Hoseok, and his heart gave a small flutter, his sincerest smile forming on his weak lips. He tried his best to wheel towards the young boy, stretching his hand out to grab his small hand and using the other to ruffle his hair. "There's nothing to thank me for. If anything, it's me who should thank you instead for bringing me so much more happiness," was what Taehyung had in reply, and Hoseok stood stunned, seemingly rooted the ground. His spell broke as he took a step forward, and he wrapped his arms around the weak cancer patient, tears starting to soak into Taehyung's shirt as he in turn embraced him in a bone-crushing hug.

Hoseok could not thank Tahyung enough. He simply couldn't. Taehyung had helped him when he was at his lowest, saving him and his younger sister from starving on the streets and putting up with his rudest behaviour when they had first arrived at the house. He tugged himself further into the comforting chest, trembling with the droplets that flowed from his eyes.

Not to his knowledge, a pair of photographer's eyes and lens had captured the scene from the kitchen doorway.

Title: Winter Flowers, Monochrome Walls, and Ink Splats.
Pairing: Taekook
Genre:Fluff
Length:?? (Part 8)
… “Are you sure?” Taehyung’s firm nod did not exactly console him as they approached the gates of the orphanage. The wheels of his wheelchair rolled forwards as Taehyung forced his lanky arms to work. The photographer meekly followed him into the small, run down building that somehow reeked of gloom and mildew.
Taehyung had let the idea of having another child sink in only for a few days before carrying out the impromptu act itself. Thankfully, Sangyeong had accepted the idea without any qualms or hostility, and was practically jumping about by the time they had left the house, leaving her in the daycare center.
Jungkook climbed up the front porch, but just as he was about to roll his wrist to make contact with the rosewood oak, it opened, a flurry of shouts resounded from within. “Get out of here, you scoundrel! I never want to see your dirty faces in here ever again!” Just as the strict female was about to slam the door shut, Jungkook stuck a foot in front of it in record time. “What is it? I swear, go away and-” She stopped herself short as she noticed the two men on the other side of the door.
While she was busy collecting herself together, Taehyung and Jungkook gave the children beside them a glance through. A small little boy and an even smaller little girl stood, still as stone. The boy’s chestnut colored bangs had covered his eyes as he looked down, but the clenched fist and shivering body had proved the little boy to be crying. The girl’s rough, yet long fingers were clenching onto the others worn-down shirt, and she hid behind him, her body shaking in fear.

Title: Winter Flowers, Monochrome Walls, and Ink Splats.
Pairing: Taekook
Genre:Fluff
Length:?? (Part 7)

The revelation had rocked the family of three hard, but they only had themselves now. Taehyung’s sister had committed suicide only a few months before she had received a prize for her story, due to her loneliness and the taunting of the voices in her head.

However, Taehyung refused to budge from daily life. In fact, it drove him to paint in even more vibrant colors. Jungkook decided for him to receive the get-go to having a room for his paintings, and Taehyung had spent a few full days in there, but never allowed anyone in. Everyday, his lover seemed to grow weaker and frailer, till one day, Jungkook found him collapsed on the floor of the kitchen, his cheekbones creating sharp shadows on his unkempt cheeks in the fluorescent light. The ambulance was called, and Taehyung was dismissed as bedridden for the last short four months of his life.

Happy birthday to our 4D alien 💞 Thank you so much for being yourself even though kpop encourages concepts and fake images 😊 It really means so much to us. Stay healthy and get enough rest for yourself, and I hope you have a happy year ahead! #bts #btsfanfic #btsimagine #bangtanseonyeondan #bulletproofboyscouts #fluff #v #kimtaehyung #jungkook #jungjungkook #jimin #rapmonster #namjoon #jin #seokjin #suga #yoongi #jhope #hoseok #kpop #kpopfanfic #kpopimagine #saranghae #army #fandom #yougotnojams

Title: Winter Flowers, Monochrome Walls, and Ink Splats.
Pairing: Taekook
Genre:Fluff
Length:?? (Part 6)
Warning: May cause rage due to short updates and/or angsty plot twist.

Jungkook had stared at the document in front of him, his face growing more and more grim the more fluently the words seemed to form from the doctor’s mouth. “He should be undergoing the test right now, and the results should be out within the hour,” he announced, whilst the whitewashed walls seemed to close in more and more around him as he waited with his life partner in the dreaded hallways of the hospital.

He wanted to slap himself for not noticing; how could he not? The pale sunken cheekbones, the green and unhealthy complexion, the weakening gleam in his eyes. They were all screaming to be found and considered, but he had just brushed it all off as a sign of fatigue from stressing himself out too much.

His heart started to drill a hole in his chest, and it pounded so hard that it all seemed to be one constant string of humming that was so loud that it had blocked every other noise out. When they had proved to have a moment of clarity, he could only press his eyelids together and regret.

Title: Winter Flowers, Monochrome Walls, and Ink Splats.
Pairing: Taekook
Genre:Fluff
Length:?? (Part 5)

Jungkook subconsciously fiddled with the ring on Taehyung’s finger in the comfortable silence, his hand on the wheel and taking a soft comfort in the little snores emitting from his husband’s nose. He took a quick glance at the back seat and heaved a small sigh of relief.

Their little daughter, Sangyeong, was peacefully hugging her favorite soft toy, nuzzling her little nose into “Mr. Oli” as she slept. The poor duck had been taped and glued to her hip ever since the day she turned two, and the young girl of six had worn its nonexistent feathers down to the thin fabric.

Jungkook focused his attention back to the road. Their little road trip was to bring them to Taehyung’s childhood town where he had grown up. Greenville was simply like any other boring town; normal raunchy neighbors and dogs that never seemed to stop poking their snouts into your business.

Their main reason for bringing Sangyeong along, however, was to finally let her meet her beloved grandfather that even Jungkook never had the chance to meet face to face. Taehyung had always spoken of him as if he was the most caring person in the world, and Jungkook could not disagree. He was well aware that raising a child that had as much compassion as Taehyung and his sisters were beyond his knowledge and power.

As Jungkook turned the last turn and drove into the small town, he gently shook Taehyung’s shoulder, instantly waking the light sleeper up. As the other rubbed the fuzziness away and also wake their daughter up, Jungkook rounded and parked at the cemetery’s parking lot. Jungkook knew the way to the marble grave like the back of his hand, and he led his small and a little confused daughter deeper into the not-so-gloomy place, only stopping when he was at a small, average tomb.

Title: Winter Flowers, Monochrome Walls, and Ink Splats.
Pairing: Taekook
Genre:Fluff
Length:?? (Part 4)

It was yet again the middle of January, and winter was in full bloom, the flakes falling on the studio’s window now and then. As Taehyung stirred his cup of what Jungkook suspected to be coffee diluted in too much sugar and milk, he visibly deflated into the couch, deprived of any inspiration.

Taehyung had now officially started living with Jungkook, and was making the best out of it. The murals that covered his bedroom wall whispered of spattered constellations and hued planets, all of which Taehyung could read out by name, while both their fine art degrees hung proudly to the right of Neptune.

Jungkook regarded Taehyung as a genius in the world of pencils, brushes and charcoals. The spill of inspiration seemed to endlessly flow from the artist’s nimble fingers, and his talent was all washed off onto the various heart-touching artworks that had all started off on a plain canvas.

He, however, regarded himself as a much uninspired photographer. He only seemed to notice the more touching and obvious things around him now, and not the small little things like he used to when he used to be an amateur. His works seemed to become more and more watered down, and not raw and full off emotion as of when he had came into the industry, looking for success.

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