Against the rough gale blowing dry leaves in his face, Jungkook braces himself as he climbed atop his dragon. The creature preened under him when he gave a reassuring scratch under the chin, a sensation most delectable to it. Jungkook checked the reins and safety harness, he'd modified a more secure one after the last test run. Ruby was more careful now of her rider's safety, but a lot of the times she would fly high to the sun, ignoring Jungkook who was hanging on for dear life.

They've been practicing on flying against severe weather.

Hoseok leaned out the car window, the smell of fresh brewed coffee from a nearby cafe tantalising him. Alas, his shift already started. Mornings are when he's busiest.

It wasn't long before his first passenger of the day arrived - a man who looked to be a couple years older than him, dressed in turtleneck and a beige coat, sensible in this frosty spring morning. Hoseok gave a good morning as he always does, and the man gave him a quick smile before answering back.

Taehyung felt like he's in the maws of an ice dragon.

He's never been partial to winter, which was strange as he was born on perhaps the most famous month of the season. But all his life, his body would chill and tremble when in temperatures below the normal human's. That meant most of his closet consisted of sweaters, hoodies, jackets and dozens of fluffy, warm scarves. He would sleep bundled in three blankets, listening to his favourite Frank Sinatra.

🌟 drabbles and prompts 🌟

https://twitter.com/amethystjooonie/status/1307712132071350274?s=19

Jimin peered through the crack of the open door, almost holding his breath in case his presence could be felt.

The sunlight was so bright it almost hurt to see, but the space was wide enough for Jimin to make out the silhouette sitting silently at the corner of the room. The only sounds there were the crackle of fresh paper and the low hum of an unknown tune as the auburn-haired worked at a slow, almost languid pace. Jimin was transfixed at how elegant his fingers moved, tracing imaginary music notes in the air among the dust motes

The quaint little town that sits at the edge of the world was deathly silent that day. Not one footstep in the snow-filled ground. Not a whisper on the chilly winds. An unlit lamp swung on a rusty pole, croaking out a warning for those not safely inside their homes. But for ten households, it was as if all the world's bad luck had fallen upon them. The chosen young men and women sat trembling inside their homes as jewelries were adorned in their hairs and

CITY OF ANGELS

Jimin, a guardian angel of Seoul, had only wanted to know why the boy with the purest laugh he'd ever heard was so sad and broken. But after saving him from death by an impossible feat,

#btsfic #jikook #jikookfic he realized that a single touch of love is worth more than an immortal life

tw // suicide attempt, domestic abuse

🌸fic ideas🌸

https://twitter.com/amethystjooonie/status/1249924770184876038?s=19

my writings t h r e a d💞

https://twitter.com/amethystjooonie/status/1249673533774426117?s=19

MY TIME

1700s era Jungkook was brought to the present in an event called time migration. As a new Beforeigner he has to adapt to society or risk being a time outcast. Luckily, the dimpled-cheek history professor was more than happy to help

#namkookau #btsau Jungkook was crouched under a bush, trying his best to mask his laughter as the high-pitched voice trills his name over and over. He could barely make out her small figure as she checks behind each tree and undergrowth, trying to find where her brother could possibly be hiding