Title: Chasing My Dreams
Author: hipsterhorcrux can find them on Twitter at (@kayahtik)
Main Pairing: Min Yoongi/Park Jimin
Chapters:1
Word Count: 20,426
Read in: February 2020
Challenge: other then one of the numerous ones I needed to read for the year it didn't fit a category
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Author's Summary:
Imma copy and paste this so it will be in white sorry but I'm lazy folks
You aren’t actually here. I’m imagining you. I don’t even know what you are.”
“I am Jimin!” the man replies brightly. The last part of Yoongi’s words is all he seems to have grasped, and only partially at that. “What are you?”
“Jimin?” Yoongi repeats, wondering why, of all the possibilities, his hallucination has such a normal name. A second later, he realizes it’s even weirder that it doesn’t know his name. How is that even possible when it comes straight out of his own head?
“I am Jimin,” the man insists, sounding a little offended. “You are not Jimin. What are you, please?”
Yoongi doesn’t know what to do other than answer. “I’m Yoongi,” he says.
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Night after night, Yoongi is startled by strange noises and occurrences as he walks across campus. He has no idea what's causing them and grows ever more suspicious of his own sanity until he eventually meets Jimin, the resident dokkaebi. At first he thinks he's losing his mind, but Jimin's persistent friendship is impossible to resist.
My Thoughts:
So If this wasn't the cutest fluffiest fic I have read in a while I don't know what to tell you. I mean my goodness. Add to it I learn a little Korean mythology and
you have the perfect fic. Jimin was adorable Yoongi couldn't have been sweeter. I love that Yoongi thought he was going crazy and to be fair in the beginning I thought he was too. The first interaction between the two didn't help things and I have to say I was very happy with how the story turned out. There was just enough interaction, conflict and plot that I was okay with how it all worked. This was a very cute fluff story that I highly encourage you to read in this day and age where nothing good is coming out of the world.
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