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🌻☀️🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up! If you get it back even better🌙☀️🌻

thanks Mei <33!!

thenks mindy :3 <33!!

i've always liked the concept of kintsukuroi and it's double meaning and I've dabbled it in various drabbles and im glad my favourite part resonated with you too ^^

little by little, my days are filled with you - jungkook x reader ♡

jungkook doesn't know how, but little by little, step by step, your traces are stained oh-so-beautifully all over his penthouse. the pairs of shoes neatly lined up next to his and your favourite puffer jacket next to his favourite long coat. it makes his heart swell at the simple domesticity, something he's been craving and searching for a very long time. he greets bam, who was waiting patiently by the door. you peek your head out the kitchen, excitedly waving at him, beckoning at him eagerly to come see what you whipped up for dinner. he gladly takes up the offer, elated to be back home with you.

you finished work early today and immediately went to your favourite place, your boyfriend's penthouse. you rush back home to find bam sitting calmly like the gentleman he is, waiting for his parents to come home. he all but is over the moon at your presence, nosing you till you feed him his favourite snack and you lovingly rub his back while you see him devour his food. he goes back to the door, sitting on his paws, waiting for his father. you roll up your sleeves and take whatever time you have left to make a simple yet hearty meal. you found a simple recipe for chicken alfredo, finally having a reason to use the sudden influx of chicken breasts in the fridge. jungkook insisted he needed them for his diet, even though you could see he was slowly starting to detest them.

after making the pasta sauce and letting the spaghetti cook, you fix up the living room, making the mattress in the middle inviting enough for the both of you. setting up your favourite pillows and blankets, you set a bottle of pillow mist, a latest obsession of yours. it lulls you to sleep quickly, sometimes finding jungkook's face buried in your pillow, sinewy arms wrapped around you. rushing back to check on the pasta, you mix it up with the sauce, plating it with the chicken. bam's excited barks and jungkook's soft coos reach your ears, perking your excitement. your chest is filled with content, happy your home is home.

"you actually like sleeping here or...?" jungkook teases, finding you settled in a mattress, wide eyes yet again on moon gangtae.

"oh, hush," you say, "you refuse to install a tv in the bedroom so i have to make do with what I can have," you admitted, slight smile at the end.

jungkook all but jumps next to you, hands slipping under your his large carhartt t-shirt, finding their place and gently gripping you, like you may disappear any minute now. you silently assure that's not the case, folding into him and doing the same to him. jungkook raises his head to check up on bam, finding him fast asleep on his bed. a fond smile spreads over his face and becomes even wider when he feels you place tiny kisses on his bare chest, absentmindedly giving him the love he missed out when he had late nights and early mornings. he places a finger under your chin to bring you into a much needed kiss, hand slowly slipping to the back of your neck. you loop your arms around him, wanting him to be closer to you than he already is. you both don't feel like pulling apart, the slight lack of oxygen making the moment seem more exhilarating than it already is. hand on the small of your back and on the back of your neck, your darling lover pulls you on top of him, the impact of falling on him breaking you apart, smiles wide on both of your faces.

sitting up and straddling his lap, you brush the hair out of his face, expressing your love for the mullet he's growing. you tuck his hair in, making it all pretty, just how he likes it. while you go on about how he should pull a rock when a stylist brings a scissors near him, jungkook cannot believe the position he's in. you look absolutely beautiful from where he's looking, flyaways framing your face and your side bangs growing out, he brings his hands up involuntarily to tuck your hair in before it gets in the way of your seeing and speaking. he cups your face gently, nodding along to whatever you're saying. you're long gone, now lamenting about his long purple hair from last year. you miss it so much, you say and he finds himself endeared by your quirks. his eyes follow the big and expressive gestures your hands make, finding them falling back on his chest when you're done and you're mumbling about how you're relieved he liked dinner tonight, that his angry face and bouncing feet was all the compliments you needed.

you find yourself slowly burying your face in his chest, the weight of the day slowly hitting you. jungkook places one final kiss on your forehead, bunny grin spread wide on his face when you reciprocate with kisses on his chest, hands intertwining with his tattooed ones. jungkook always thought the scenes he lives out now was far-fetched, secretly keeping the fact that he'd never find anyone understanding and considerate of his job and him.

but he found you.

you, so tender and kind to his cracked and flawed self, filling him with your perfect love, like a kintsukuroi piece. he finds himself healing everyday, like looking at you everyday is enough medicine for him. it makes his heart flutter right when he sees your face in the morning, puffy eyes opening to see him with a tired smile, he's grateful to have seen another day with you. he likes to keep you all to himself when he can and often on your free days, you both find yourself wrapped in each other, loving each other no matter the place.

in the world so harsh outside his door, jungkook is indebted to you being next to him. when the weary days come and he feels his shoulders burning under so much weight, you lift them all off so easily, swaddling him with you. the nights where he mourns and wallows in self doubt are all disappearing and appearing less, with you sternly yet gently teaching him to express himself more.

he learns from you everyday. ever his heart found yours, he picked your benign habits, always trying his best to give back what you've given, tenfold. despite not being much of a taker, he's taught you to be one, teaching you ways to lean and depend on him. your happiness and sadness, your pain and pleasure, he takes it as his own as much as it is yours.

finding you gently snoring away on him, he reaches for the pillow mist, spraying the required amount on your pillow. laying your head on the pillow, he switches off the tv and gives the living room one last lookover before lying next to you, pulling up the blanket and snuggling next to you. jungkook takes in your tranquil face before his eyes soon become heavy, heart light in his chest, contented to know he's filled with your love, just how he likes it.

pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun

She is sweet like a gentle dream.

Robert Walser, from Fairy Tales; "Snow White" (trans. from the German by Daniele Pantano and James Reidel)

this is your daily reminder to write that fic! who cares if it’s a dying fandom, bring it back to life! who cares if you only have a sentence, you’ll get there don’t give up! who cares if it’s a self indulgent fic, we love to see it! who cares if it’s an overdone trope, you’re making it unique in your writing style! who cares if it takes you a month to write a fic and then you dip, you’re still writing and sharing your work and that’s what matters! who cares if you write for yourself and never post it, you’re still writing and getting your ideas down and that matters just as much as if you posted it! just keep writing, you got this <3

Stranger Things season 4 is like

Robin: this is my girlfriend Nancy, and her boyfriend Steve, and his boyfriend Eddie, and his girlfriend Chrissy

Will: this is my boyfriend Mike, and his girlfriend Jane, and her girlfriend Max, and her boyfriend Lucas

Jonathan, blazed out of his gourd: woah, how does that work

Argyle, Functional Stoner: it's called polyamory, brochacho

we often say “falling in love” but i didn’t “fall”, because that makes it seem like i was blindly walking and my foot slipped into this hole of love for you, and that’s not right. i walked into love, i took every step willing and i accepted it all with open arms. every rough patch, every a little too loud laugh, every random (but much appreciated) fun fact… i wanted it all… i accepted it all. i walked into love with you my dear because i wanted to be with you and no one else, i wanted you to be my home.