Many Eras, Many Hair Colours, Same Seven Beautiful Boys

many eras, many hair colours, same seven beautiful boys 🌈 

happy 7 years with bts! 💖

cr. qdeoks

how dare he act this cute after dropping the mixtape

seokjin x that part in airplane pt 2 (for @kimseokjin)

I LOVED this mini series!! So cute. I love gamer kook interweaved w idol kook. And the whole hidden identity revealed, I love that trope. I don’t have a whole lot to say other than love love love! The writers style really allowed me to picture each action easily which can be difficult especially when you’re describing a video game or something. Anyways I really enjoyed this mini series, super cute and great writing !!

ANGELS & AIRWAVES (w. jjk)

He’s never met you but you know how he sounds when he wakes up from a nap and his greatest fears.  You know the way he sings after a shower and that he could be mistaken for a dying seal when he’s laughing too hard.  The best part?  You don’t judge him for any of it - including the fact he’s a filthy Widow main.  He might just love you.

alt summary.  Jeon Jungkook has a big fat crush on a girl he’s never met.

pairing.  jeon jungkook

genre + rating.  fluffy crack, smut.  explicit.

warning / tags.  long-distance relationship, crushes, canon compliant (ish),  eventual happy ending, gaming, gamer!jungkook, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, overwatch, oral (f receiving), fingering, enough sweetness you’ll get cavities. 

reading.   n/a.  a three part one-shot.

word count.  ~8400

part iii.

JUNGKOOK’S HOTEL ROOM Sunday, 3 May, 2020.  12:20 AM (LA), 4:20 PM (Seoul).

There’s nothing quite like the feeling after a show.  How it crowds cavities behind his molars and sets his heart off on a marathon, exhilaration colouring his cheeks and stealing his voice.  It’s something he’ll never get tired of - all the best parts of this journey presented on a silver platter. 

Still, he thinks talking to you might be a close second.  

“I can’t understand a single thing you’re saying,”  you chide, playfully, with a mouthful of granola.  It crunch crunch crunches in his ears, blocking the sound of his own laughter, ringing and half out of breath.

“I said I’m sorry.  I’ve been so busy.  Things have just been—”  Crazy?  Out of this world?  Some kind of wonderful?  “—hectic.”  He all but throws himself across his bed, the luxurious hotel sheets soft against his still overheated cheek.  It feels nice but steals the strength of his voice, muffling his words as he continues, like a runaway train with no destination in mind. 

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