The Suspenders

The Suspenders

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Word Count: 2,048

Rating: PG-13

Summary: A Brooklyn 99 inspired drabble, featuring Jungkook as Peralta, Namjoon as Holt, and I’ll let you guess the rest. ALTERNATIVELY TITLED: Shanna writes fanfic within fanfic as an excuse to have Jungkook doing dumb shit in an uniform. Go nuts!

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pure serotonin 💘

jimin o’clock 🤍 (transl. cr. lovemazejikook)

Choose one: resting at the shore or on the water?

ah, there you are (kth)

pairing: roommate!kim taehyung x gn!reader

what's inside: just a little soft fluffy tae comforting reader on a rough day

warnings: brief mention of fighting, mommy issues

word count: 326

a/n: this lil drabbly boy was in my docs begging to be a longer thing but I just couldn't keep her trapped as a wip. maybe I'll revisit them in the future but for now, enjoy!

posted oct 2023 (also on ao3)

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You hadn’t heard him come into the room, causing you to jolt slightly as you feel hands squeeze your shoulders. They pause just for a moment before rubbing up and down your upper arms. You relax into the sudden warmth, and unconsciously let out a small sniffle. The arms move to cross over in front of your chest, pinning yours to your sides as you become the recipient of a back hug from over the arm of your couch. A head settles on your shoulder and you hear a low voice. 

“What’s wrong?”

You sigh and attempt to wriggle out of his hug, his comfort somehow feeling just right but also too warm at the same time. He lets out a chuckle and tightens his grip. 

“Mmm. Nope. I’m not letting go until you tell me what’s on your mind,” he teases. “Unless you actually don’t want to share, uh, boundaries and all that?” His voice switches to one of concern as you don’t respond, instead choosing to flop back to your previous position. You do your best to look at your roommate, his head still sitting on your shoulder, with pursed lips and a furrowed brow.

“I had a bad day.” you mutter, and he huffs. 

“Who do I need to fight? Just point me at ‘em and they’re absolute toast.”

Your lips turn up into a watery grin. You lean your head against his and tightly close your eyes.

“I don’t think you can fight my mother, Tae.”

“Hm. You’re probably right. I think she’d win.”

His conviction startles a laugh out of you at the thought of your mother beating up your roommate.

“Ah, there you are,” you can hear the smile in his voice as you continue lightly laughing. His arms start to slacken, threatening to unclasp from your chest, but you grab his crossed forearms and squeeze him back. 

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you whisper into the ether before releasing your grip.

the absolute power (cr. NANA.K)