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truths 🌱@bangtanagan· 20d

couldn't decide what to post for wipwednesday so I'm doing a grab bag of current wips. reply with a word and I'll share a line!

If you see this, reply with a single word and if it's in one of my wips, I'll retweet it with the sentence it's from.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jul 13

how much snow must fall — chapter 8 in which we escape the mountains, the water takes what it wants, dreams are had, and an understanding is finally reached ao3.org/works/70738016/chapters/234546916

a 3x3 moodboard in shades of white and dark blue featuring images of footprints in snow, ice-covered water, a snake, someone's hand underwater, and stills of Jimin and Jungkook from the Hooligan MV

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 25

so excitedddd ❄️💙 @kmsecretsanta.bsky.social

Jikook Secret Santa 2026 writer's badge for @bangtanagan

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 18

screencap from Star Trek 2009 that reads "Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence"

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 17

space au!! #wipwednesday 🚀🪐

The hub is a sad, gutted shell of its former self. That makes it no different than every other corridor and lab and officer’s station aboard the ship, but Jungkook balks anyway. He’s being stupid about it, probably, small and bitter and furious at himself, but that doesn’t change anything about the way his knees lock up and the bottom of his stomach falls out when he sees the hub splintered and battered and laid bare.
It’s the ship’s heart, is all. Her heart and his too, a little bit, because sure, the Cetacea may be a dingy piece of shit, but she’s his dingy piece of shit. He knows her inside and out; he spent eighteen months training to fly her, youngest pilot in the program. And now she’s broken.
She’s broken and it’s his fault.
“Table,” says Namjoon just behind him, and he startles into motion again, waiting for Namjoon to sweep the debris off the surface so he can set Seokjin down. He’s a dead weight still, breathing slowly. He doesn’t stir in the slightest when Jungkook sets him down among all the other broken things. They’ve splinted his leg as best they can, just until Jimin can look at it, and Jungkook’s not thinking about that, about where Jimin is and if he’ll be able to look at it. Mostly he’s caught up with Jin, wavering between being afraid to look and afraid to let go.
He hasn’t really. Let go, that is. Hasn’t since he pulled them both wheezing and weighty out of the engine room, right before all the emergency fire doors slammed shut and blew out the engine core along with most of his hearing. His left ear is still buzzing, needling and low. He should be grateful he’s not deaf, probably. Grateful he’s not dead.
At least there’s no more blood. That had been the worst, forcing his way into the smoggy swelter of the engine room and finding Jin collapsed, blood all down his face, dead to the world. Jungkook had thought he really was dead for a moment, had nearly thrown up before he’d caught the beeping of his wrist monitor marking his heartbeat.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 16

planning out my summer projects! I don't expect to finish all of them but I hope to check a couple off the list!!

A checklist graphic in shades of tan and green titled "Truths' Summer Writing List" with the following items:
finish How Much Snow Must Fall
secret BTS Mini Bang fic to 20K
start Jikook Secret Santa)
finish Jikook Magical Realism Cottagecore AU
finish Yoonmin College AU
OT7 JK-Centric Magic Shop AU to 60K
OT7 Space Survival AU to 50K

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 15

send me a trope I'll give it a grade!

Give me a fanfiction trope and I'll grade it:
• A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.
• B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I'm in the right mood.
• C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.
• D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won't necessarily put me off reading something.
• F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 11

#wipwednesday it's finals week (again 🫤) so the next chapter of HMSMF is delayed (again 🫤) but here's a sneak preview of ch8!! I'm very excited about this one

He’s never imagined a body of water so large, except perhaps for the ocean, and this is nothing like the sea. The shore fades into the distance and all that’s left is an endless sheet of flat blue ice hiding deep and dark water beneath. The snow skims across it, carried away by the wind, swept into piles and then sent scattering again. The clouds roll in, grey and cold, and the air grows misty and thick, and the lake expands ever outwards, unchanging.
“It must end eventually,” Jimin says the evening of the second day, crouched in front of Jungkook’s rune-fed fire. The ice is so thick and cold it barely melts beneath the flame. Jungkook’s shoulders hunch up around his ears as he eats, scraping salt from his fingers, knuckles red and chapped.
“Eventually,” he agrees.
The clouds hide the stars, but Jungkook seems to know the direction anyway, unwavering. Even when they rest, he turns westward, as though seeking the Serpent. Jimin almost understands what he means about the world feeling different out here; at night, when he dreams, he imagines he can reach out and touch the magic of this place, as though it too were mist, pressed damp and chill against his palms and seeping through his scarf.

“What do you think comes next,” Jimin asks one afternoon, crouched on the ice, scarfing down a midday meal that’s more snack than anything, just enough to keep them going. Jungkook kneels a few paces away, chipping ice and feeding the slivers into his empty waterskin. The wind has pushed his hood back, tangling his hair in his face, but Jimin can still see the line of his nose, the pout he wears. He’s going to blunt his knife, Jimin wants to tell him, but he’s getting better at holding his tongue when it comes to telling him what to do and what not to.
Jungkook shrugs. Jimin tears a strip of jerky and chews it slowly.
“Maybe more mountains,” he considers, peering at the fog that has crept up as they’ve pushed further west. It seems to perpetually cloud the lake now, a heavy grey pall wherever they turn. More than once they’ve had to stop when Jungkook’s sense of direction insists that something’s wrong. Jimin doesn’t know why he bothers getting the compass out to reorient them—Jungkook is always right. “Or a river. Or another forest.”
Jungkook sits back on his heels and slides him a look, but he surprises Jimin by taking the bait. “You think trees grow out here?”
“Maybe they did before.” Before the curse. Before the gods left.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 8

did this on twt but I'll post it here too! #friendsforfesta 💜

Friends for Festa graphic for me, truths!
Age: 30s / Pronouns: she/her / MBTI: ISFJ
Fav album/era: Persona/MOTS / Fav song: I Need U, Normal, outro: tear, intro: persona, interlude: shadow, dimple, all of them!!! / Bias: Yoongi <3
Hobbies: writing, reading, TTRPGs, cooking, rock climbing, video games / Job: PhD student
Fav artists: BTS, Noah Kahan, The Amazing Devil, The Decemberists, Darlingside, Dermot Kennedy / Fav Shows: The Pitt, Critical Role, West Wing, The Unamed, Firefly, DW/Torchwood / Fav movies: LotR, Mad Max Fury Road, Totoro, Prince of Egypt, Mulan ('98)
Fun fact about me: I love trains!! / Best qualities: kind, creative, good writer, organized (mostly)

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 8

jinmin 🥺

A picture of Jimin in the BTS practice room hoisting Seokjin up like bothering a cat. They’re both wearing grey sweatpants, black sweaters and baseball caps. Jin’s body language suggests this may as well happen.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Jun 3

#wipwednesday 🐥🐰🍲❤️‍🩹

"I haven't done this since I was a teenager," he said unthinkingly, flour stuck tacky between his fingers. He sensed more than saw Jeongguk look at him.
"You don't go home for Chuseok?"
It was perhaps the first question Jeongguk had asked about him,
besides his believing in ghosts. Jimin paused his sifting.
"No," he said. "Not for a while."
"Why?"
He dipped his hands back into the bowl. "I don't get on very well
with my family. They disagree with my life choices." And there was Jihyun to carry on the traditions he couldn't. They didn't need him for anything.
"They don't like your job?"
"Not that." Well, perhaps that to a degree. His mother had never hidden that she thought such menial labor was beneath him, though she'd been mollified slightly by the discovery that he owned his own business according to Jihyun, at least, who Jimin still spoke to once or twice a year, stilted and awkward with the chasm of everyone's disapproval between them. "My personal life."
"I don't understand."
Jimin rubbed the last of flour between his fingers. It was well blended, and it scraped off his palms when he brushed them together.
He'd only ever spoken to Yoongi about it. Namjoon knew too, because Yoongi had asked and he had said yes, because he hadn't wanted to be a secret his hyung kept. And there had been partners, maybe, early on, who guessed it certainly his silence had ended more than one relationship. But it wasn't something he talked about.
When he looked up, Jeongguk was staring at him, brow furrowed.
Jimin shrugged, as though it didn't matter.
"I mean dating."

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 27

happy #wipwednesday! send a word and I'll share a line from a wip

White text on a pastel background. The text reads: "If you see this, reply with a single word and if it's in one of my wips I'll retweet it with the sentence it's from."

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 25

performance director hobi I love u so much

a screenshot of j hope in a green raincoat from Goyang D2 with the caption "So let's think of today as resetting the mood"

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 23

nam(gi)seok + witches. 2k. set in the "this green corner" 'verse. #namseok #namgiseok #ficletfriday It’s during one of the rare occasions when Yoongi-hyung is away that a witch moves into the hanok at the edge of town. tumblr.com/bangtanagan/817443371210702848

say hello

nam(gi)seok + witches. 2k
for @/ddaengbiased on bsky
this is set in the this green corner 'verse between like the skies and like the flowers

It’s during one of the rare occasions when Yoongi-hyung is away that a witch moves into the hanok at the edge of town.

“I just wish you were here,” Hoseok says, phone pinned between his year and his shoulder as he makes the walk from the center of town out to the hanok under the mountain. His arms are full of far too many things: a bundle of dried sage and thyme for clarity, a bag of sugar for sweetness, a tiny potted peony for wealth and fresh beginnings. He rounds it all out with a bulging bag of muffins from the bakery, which isn’t for anything but a housewarming. He honestly hadn’t meant to pick up so many, but the auntie behind the counter is as sweet as she is conniving, and he’d been out on the street with his arms full before he’d been able to say no thank you. “It should be you doing this. Don’t you know him?”

“We only met once,” Yoongi says on the other end of the line, tinny and distant. He’s in Jeju until the lunar new year, working on something for a friend. He’d been vague about the job, but Hoseok’s not sure if the vagueness is Yoongi’s or the friend’s. Either way, it means Hoseok is here all alone to act as a witchy welcoming committee.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 23

jikook + caretaking. <1k #jikook #ficletfriday “Four days,” Jimin huffs first thing as the door shuts behind him, latch clicking into place. tumblr.com/bangtanagan/817426772967768064

“Four days,” Jimin huffs first thing as the door shuts behind him, latch clicking into place. He’s bundled up to his eyeballs, coat and scarf and hat tugged low over the blond tips of his hair. “Jeon Jungkook, I swear. Four days!”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Jungkook coughs from where he’s set up a semi-permanent base on the couch. It’s a shorter walk to the kitchen and the bathroom from here, when he’s feeling well enough to shuffle to one or the other. The table is a mess, which he still has enough energy to be embarrassed about—it’s covered with day-old takeout and half-empty cups of tea and juice he knows he should drink but hasn’t been able to bring himself to finish.

“Sure,” Jimin says, toeing his way out of his shoes and unraveling a frankly monstrous scarf. He’s got a mask on underneath, slipping down his nose a little. Under his hat, his hair is a wild mess, and the tops of his cheeks are pink from the cold. “Not that bad. You’re just here wasting away, out of food, nobody looking out for you—“

“Don’t need looking out for,” Jungkook mumbles. Jimin stuffs his feet into a pair of house slippers with frankly far too much irritation and stomps up to him, brow fierce. Jungkook blinks at him and feels—well, absolutely wretched.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 23

namkook + lost in nature #namkook #ficletfriday www.tumblr.com/bangtanagan/817364843550097408/

“No,” says Jungkook about two hours into their hour-long hike. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way.”

“It can’t be that way.” Namjoon twists the map one way and then the other, then peers through the trees to the smudgy peak in the distance. “That’s the end of the hike.”

“Well it’s definitely not this way.” Jungkook crouches on the trail and digs through his bag for his water bottle. It’s more empty than full, which is really honestly probably fine but he’s—well. A tiny bit worried. Maybe.

They’re still on the trail at least. He thinks. He’s pretty sure the scrubby dusty—and now muddy—wash winding through the woods is the trail marked out on Namjoon’s map. It’s just that he’s not quite sure, and they’ve been walking for an hour longer than they’re meant to, and it was so rainy and grey when they arrived at the park and they haven’t come across another hiker because nobody is stupid enough to go walking in this kind of weather.

Nobody except them. Apparently.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 22

it's time for #ficletfriday! I'm celebrating the weekend by heaping more wips on top of my existing wips. feel free to send a prompt and also steal this!

send me a pairing and an AU and I'll write a ficlet

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 19

How Much Snow Must Fall: Chapter 7 “You only came to find Seokjin-ssi, and you did. I know my journey is my own. I don’t mean to make any demands of you. I never did. I’m sorry if I have.” 🔗 ao3.org/works/70738016/chapters/224350886

a 3x3 moodboard in shades of white, black and tan. it features images of dark, snowy mountains, fur-lined cloaks, boots caked in snow, a distant shot of a castle, jungkook with his head ducked, and jimin staring across the edit towards jungkook

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 13

#wipwednesday the next HMSMF chapter will be out next week! we're getting close(r) to the end would you believe it!!

He stops by the inn, briefly, to settle their bill while Jungkook loiters outside. The innkeeper frowns at him and, to Jimin’s surprise, shakes her head when he asks what he owes her.
“Been paid,” she says. “Folk who came to toss your rooms covered it. You and your brother must have friends and high places.” The twist of her mouth and the tone of her voice suggest she doesn’t believe that for an instant.
“Thank you for your hospitality.”
“You’re mad to be heading out,” she says, but she also doesn’t refuse the extra silver he sets on the counter for her, so Jimin supposes she can’t be too concerned about it. Jimin feels a momentary pang of pity for Taehyung, who has his work cut out for him here, and gladly takes his leave.
Past the edge of town, the snow spreads in all directions, from the barren forest in the east to the black mountains that pierce the grey, cold sky. The river is a wandering ribbon of snow and ice of a slightly different shade, spooling out from the pass. The road out of town turns to slush and then to fresh snow, unbroken and untrodden and running off eastward. Westward lies the pass, open and waiting for them like a gaping maw.
Beyond it—he hopes, he prays—is what he’s come so far to find.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· May 6

anyway! here's a little bit of the next chapter of blood and bitter rue, which has been half finished in my drafts for a frankly embarrassingly long time for #wipwednesday

“Was none of it true?”
“Some of it was,” said Taehyung. “The best falsehoods are the ones that grow around a seed of honesty. But you know that.”
Jimin did. He had soothed too many tempers and made too many half-empty promises to imagine it could be otherwise. He had even expected it from Taehyung, to some degree—a spy was a spy, after all. But he hadn’t expected it like this, turned so neatly against him.
“I brought you lunch,” Taehyung carried on. If he minded Jimin’s stony silence, he gave no sign. “Though it’s closer to dinner, really.”
“And how am I to eat it?”
“That’s what I’m here for.” He was still smiling, though it no longer reached his eyes. He held up the rice and a pair of chopsticks, and Jimin’s jaw clenched.
“Get out,” he said.
Taehyung’s smile disappeared. “Alright.” He put up no fight, only returned the bowl and the chopsticks to the tray and adjusted the fall of his robes to sketch another bow. “Your Highness.”

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Apr 27

my favorite pic ever maybe

Yoongi crouched on the ground holding Jungkook’s leg

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Apr 23

stealing this from the tl!

Reply with a fic premise that 100% sounds like the kind of thing I would write, and I'll tell you how embarrassingly accurate it is.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Apr 22

#wipwednesday this thing can fit so many arguments

He’s tugging on a much-mended shirt when he hears voices out in the hall, snatches of a conversation. One of the voices is clearly Jungkook, and Jimin barely hesitates before he pads to the door to listen, guilt a stone in his stomach.
“—with,” Jungkook is saying, voice pitched low but not low enough. “If anyone knows what’s going to happen—”
“I am very smart,” says Kim Seokjin in response, “but I can’t see the future. It’s very flattering that you think I could.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Jimin grimaces and eases himself even closer, pressing his ear up against the cold wood. They sound a little ways down the hall, voices knocking against the heavy stone and landing muffled at his door. He can’t make out Seokjin’s reply, but he hears Jungkook clearly, volume growing louder.
“You’re picking them? Over this? You don’t even want to be here!”
“You know why I’m here.”
“You could have waited. I came looking—”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Right.”
“Jungkook.”
“Don’t. I’m not a kid anymore, hyung.” The anger in Jungkook’s voice is clear as the stars had been last night—bright, sharp, and impossibly distant.
Seokjin speaks again, quiet, and a moment later a door slams somewhere down the hall, loud enough to make Jimin wince. Ringing silence echoes after, the stone swallowing all sound.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Apr 16

— to end up at the sea ◆ #minimoni ◆ 2k, rated G, complete ◆ sentinel/guide au ◆ university au, meet cute, minor hurt/comfort He feels it like the last gasp before drowning, a black wave of water and a gut-clench panic. ao3.org/works/83253031

screenshot of the ao3 title + tags of the fic "to end up at the sea" by bangtanagan. the summary reads: "He feels it like the last gasp before drowning, a black wave of water and a gut-clench panic.
or, Jimin senses a spike."

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Apr 13

How Much Snow Must Fall: Chapter 6 in which we meet the lord of the keep, recognize a familiar stranger, and finally (finally!) manage to send a letter 🔗 ao3.org/works/70738016/chapters/218450476

a 3x3 moodboard in shades of silver-grey and yellow-gold featuring images of Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook, as well as a snowy castle, snowy woods, a banquet in a great hall, and someone penning a letter

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Apr 8

#wipwednesday it's taken approximately one million years to write the next chapter of How Much Snow Must Fall but it's nearly done and will be up next week! hopefully that means I'll be back to monthly updates 🤞

The sudden rush of wings is all the warning he has before something lands on the desk with a heavy thunk and the scrape of claws, and he looks up to find a raven in front of him, peering at him with beady black eyes. It flaps a little and hops, ruffling its feathers, shining glossy blue-black in the lantern light.
“Hi,” Jimin says, wiping his face again. The raven croaks at him. It’s right—he hasn’t got time to be stuck feeling sorry for himself.
“Yeah?” He raises a hand, tentative, and runs a finger along the crown of its head when it doesn’t protest. “You want to help me out?”
It lets out a low rumbling sound, strangely soothing, and picks at one of the pen nubs. There’s a small band around its foot, etched with tiny runes. Jimin recognizes them—safe harbor and strength are two of the most common spells for anyone traveling any distance. The rookery back home uses beads, each one its own spell, strung together to amplify their power. But he’s seen them done like this too, when there aren’t enough resources or witches to go around. Jimin wonders who carved this. If they’re still here.
The raven chitters and croaks. Jimin wishes he’d brought it something to eat—he could have taken something from the table, but he simply hadn’t thought of it. Distracted, he chides himself, heavy again. Too caught up in himself to pay the attention he should to those around him.
“Do you have a friend?” he asks the raven quietly, raising his head to scan over the other nests. “Someone to travel with? I have more than one letter, I’m afraid. And it’s a long way to go all alone.”

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Apr 1

in honor of the 2.0 MV today's #wipwednesday is from the crime au I've been working on for the past mumblemumble years 🥃

The bar was closed by the time he slipped in the back. The trash was out and the lights were dimmed, the taproom emptied except for Jimin mopping stained tile with a dishrag tossed over one shoulder and Jungkook stacking stools on the bar. Yoongi didn’t bother being surprised. Where one went, it was inevitable you’d find the other sooner or later. They made a nice picture like this, Jimin humming, Jungkook singing along under his breath, working in easy tandem. Yoongi was almost sorry to ruin it. And the floors too; blood was a bitch to scrub out, and he’d left a fair bit of it down the hall.
“Dongwu paid,” said Jimin as Yoongi wavered to a stop, eyes flicking up long enough to catch his reflection in the window. “In full. Not sure if that's a good sign or bad.”
“Bad,” rasped Yoongi. He dropped into the nearest chair, heavy enough to jar his side, and bit down on a curse. Jimin’s head snapped around, knuckles tight around the mop handle at the sight of the blood mixed in with the rainwater.
“Gguk,” he said, sharp as an order, and Jungkook moved immediately, drawing the blinds closed in the windows, double checking the lock on the door. Yoongi heaved the bag off his shoulder and tipped his head back against the chair, breathing hard. Fire danced along his ribcage. Bloodyfuck, but it hurt.

“What the hell happened?” asked Jimin, in front of him now, fingers making quick work of the ruin of his shirt. Yoongi struggled to help as best he could until Jimin nudged his hands away to peel his shirt open and off his shoulders so he could take a look at the red mess of his side. It was clean through, at least, an angry gouge of hurt scored just under his ribs. Jimin’s mouth went hard. Yoongi flexed his jaw.
“I’m fine. Looks worse than it is.” He took a breath and hissed it out, hard and sharp, when Jimin pressed his folded-up dishcloth to the wound. “Told you someone was going to step in it.”
One of these days Yoongi wouldn’t altogether mind being wrong about something. Jungkook met his eyes, mouth turned down at the corners. Fury turned his gaze bright.
“Shouldn’t have been you,” Jimin said, unhappy the way he got when someone took a fall he felt should have been his. It didn’t work like that, which Jimin knew plenty well, but it made him surly all the same. Yoongi didn’t know anyone so defensive of their own hurt except himself, maybe. It was probably why they got along so well.
“Shouldn’t have been anyone,” Yoongi grimaced, and let him fuss. It was the sort of thing that made Jimin feel better, and the way Yoongi figured, at least one of them ought to be feeling better. “Zhang’s man is dead.”

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Mar 20

— to remember bravery 🚀 #yoonkook 🚀 3k, rated G, complete 🚀 star trek au 🚀 pining, confessions, getting together 🚀 giveaway fic ao3.org/works/81499836

a 3x3 moodboard in shades of blue, black and white featuring images if yoongi, jungkook, and various star trek screenshots

a screenshot of the ao3 tags, title and summary of the fic "to remember bravery" by bangtanagan. the summary reads: Yoongi's been turning Jungkook down for years—safer to love him from a distance than have to hide his feelings every day aboard a starship. When he finally gives in, an away mission gone wrong brings all those long-hidden feelings rushing to the surface.

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Mar 18

#wipwednesday from the endless (in many senses of the word) winter fic which I wish I had one million more hours to dedicate to instead of doing all the other things I have to do

The lord’s bedchamber is a dim inner chamber at the top of the keep, with a broad bed heaped with quits and wide windows shuttered against the weather and a stout stone hearth spilling heat and firelight across a thick carpet of furs. When they enter, there’s a strange man already inside.
“It’s alright,” Taehyung says before Jimin or the stranger can do anything more than startle at each other—the man surges to his feet and Jimin’s hand lands on the hilt of his sword, tense. Taehyung takes a step forward to stand between them, hands up and placating in Jimin’s direction. “He’s a healer; he’s tending to the lord.”
Slowly, Jimin’s hand slides away from his sword. The healer stares at them both, frowning a little as Taehyung turns to him. His mouth purses, something between amusement and displeasure.
“We weren’t expecting visitors.”
Taehyung’s shoulders lift in a shrug, the tension seeping away. It’s clear from watching him that he knows this man well. “His highness would like to, ah, speak with the lord. If he’s up to it.”

truths 🌱@bangtanagan· Feb 24

as expected tbh bts-quiz.figma.site