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"It's never enough."
Jimin refuses to look up to the man standing beside him. Instead, he watches the way Jin gently leans against the door frame, his shoulders hunched slightly as he murmurs quietly into the phone.
"We get so caught up in thinking about how tomorrow is promised, that with due time things will change and get better but maybe we are naive, after all."
He takes in a sharp breath, his chest suddenly too tight and a quiver beginning to prick away at his lips. "Time-" he says fiercely, clenching his fists and finally looking up at Yoongi. "Time is a fickle thing. Temporary. It's never promised."
Jimin can't explain why, but for the first time being back here on Earth, he feels a strong sense of injustice. It's raw and extremely discomforting. It feels a little too human.
He thinks of Jin losing his kindergarten. He thinks of Yoongi working endless jobs. He thinks of Taehyung waiting for Jungkook to come home. Hoseokie. If only they all had more time.
"It's unfair!" Jimin cries out. He can't help but wonder if he's been honest with himself lately. That maybe, this hits close to home because he's slowly realizing it'll never be enough. That maybe, he's out of time, too.
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“We fought about you, actually,” Jimin admits. “Tae never told me what happened, just mentioned that he had visited you.” He lets out a small laugh, a breathy thing that sounds hurt. “Called me cruel and said I didn’t deserve to know how you were doing.”
Now that. That has Jungkook’s attention.
It’s an opportunity. He could easily agree and let the burning thing inside he free. Let out all his anger. Finally ask him why after all these years.
He doesn’t though.
Years ago, Jungkook would have reached out across the table and held Jimin’s hands. He would have leaned across the table and ran his thumb over Jimin’s palm, asking why he had gotten into a fight with his platonic soulmate of all people.
But things were different now. They were different now. Jungkook lost that privilege a long time ago so instead, he leans back against the chair and takes a sip of his own coffee.
( In which Jungkook and Jimin are ex-lovers who are by chance brought together again for one last night in Tokyo. As they explore the city that has become Jimin's home, they revisit the past and open their hearts to the future—and each other. )
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Yuri glances down at his duffle bag again, glaring at the laces that peek through the zipper. "You know, if you hate your exhibition piece that much you could always just change it."
"Really now Mila?"
She shrugs, a small smile on her face as she crosses her arms over her body. "Since when have you ever followed the rules in the first place?"
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"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."
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- Part 1 of How To Love A God
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“I think if you ever saw yourself through my eyes, you would fall in love with yourself the same way the way I did with you.”
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Jimin bottles up joy the way people store and save honey.
He does it so often, in fact, that when he looks up — all he can see is darkness.
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10 Mar 2019
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Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad) by sunsmasher
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
21 Oct 2016
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It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.
He has, however, sent Iwaizumi tickets for the 2024 Los Angeles Summer Games.
“So go,” says Matsukawa's voice. “It’s only a few weeks. You’ve got a whole city to hide in if it gets awkward, and if it doesn’t get awkward, well…”
It’s like watching the future reconfigure, like being in high school again, watching team after team fall to Oikawa’s faultless planning and shameless charm.
“I’ll get to watch a whole lot of volleyball,” Hajime says, and resigns himself to fate and/or Oikawa Tooru.
“Hey, when you get there, can you bag a gymnast for me?” Hanamaki asks, and Matsukawa squawks.
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02 Nov 2016
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Tooru imagines fields of grass and wheat and flowers covering the now-barren landscape, fed by the scattered lakes and underground water reservoirs of Carystus, and tries not to think of the life on the planet they left behind. Tries not to think of his rooftop garden, or the apartment he used to inhabit, or Hajime’s broken expression on the night they whispered their goodbyes before Tooru’s launch, attempting to push it all to the back of his mind behind visions of this alien world terraformed.
It doesn’t work, but at least he tries.
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- Part 1 of The Planets Bend Between Us
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02 Jul 2016
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Not once in his twenty five years of life did Iwaizumi Hajime consider that he would have to work after his death. Post-mortem employment prospects aren't high on anyone's priority list, and he had better things to consider while he was still breathing. But now he's drawn his last, he finds himself with a new job, a new best friend named Oikawa Tooru, and a pain that never seems to fade.
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16 Jan 2016
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To Iwaizumi, sound's nothing.
It's not something he wants to experience or wishes he had the privilege of knowing. Sound's nice, he's sure, but he's doing just fine without it. It's made him observant, careful with his surroundings. He sees his lack of hearing as a blessing rather than a curse, free of anyone's harsh words or snide conversations around him that everyone else might be subjected to.
Sound's nothing to him, and that's his normalcy. Oikawa effortlessly adapts to it.
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01 Jan 2016