Ok But Like The Angst-

Ok but like the angst-

The fluff-

Jungkook-

I cant-

The absolute BESTEST angst i have read like ever, srsly jk made me soooo mad and then i melted and i LOVED how she didnt just immediately get back together and the fact that he cooked for her waking early everyday during the break, my heart cant-

Honestly loved Sora's character too and yoongi and oh my god miso-

And the drabbles made me fucking melt 🥺🥺🥺

This whole thing was like 🤌🤌

Ok cool im done i swear, also exvuse the gramatic and other errors ols my keyboard is like fucked rn

4-7-8; series masterlist

pairing: jungkook x reader

glimpse: you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.

alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

warnings: semi-heavy angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), emotional constipation, no cheating happens here btw (neither physical nor emotional), self-loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex, intense yearning + specified tags in each installment!

notes: thank you so much for all the love for 478 ♡ i rlly love reading all your feedback and thoughts!! send them in here :)

cross-posted on ao3.

01: part one 

02: intermission

03: part two

04: intermission 02

05: part three; finale

phase one drabbles:

the first meeting

the wedding band habit

miso meets yoongi

the hickeys

the jealousy

tiny bowls for tiny babies

the one with the doubt

maybe physical affection isn’t so bad

the everyday risk

the groveling

phase two drabbles:

the babymaking

jungkook’s birthday

couvade syndrome

the argument (latest!)

Jily Fanfiction Recommendations

So, I’ve received more than one ask about giving some Jily fic recommendations… but tumblr is determined to drive me mad and if it didn’t crush after I’d spent hours compiling a list, making me lose everything, it refused to process my post as an answer to an inbox message *sigh*. But I’ve been meaning to make a list of my recommendations for a while so I’m posting it separately here! 

Buckle up cause this is going to be a LONG post.

The first half consists of sort of canonverse stories (in that they take place in the magical world of the hp books) but not necessarily canon compliant. The second half consists of varying non magical AUs.

There are some stories that I’ve revisited time and time again over the years as well as others that I haven’t read since I was a teenager but remember liking at the time. 

At the end of the post I’ve also included some fics and new authors that are on my TBR- I’ve hit a big slump over the pandemic, but I’m still keeping an eye out and there are some new jily writers that have began writing over the past 2-3 years whose work looks amazing and I can’t wait to check out!

Enjoy!

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WTF WTF WTF HIS VOICE I CANT-

THE WAY HE SAID THAT

IM DEAD

AJHSKHS

"I'm your babe?"

— the one where jimin will do whatever you want and you don’t have a mean bone in your body.

↳ alternatively you are a person of the people and it is your duty to stop jimin from cutting his hair.

↳ genre established relationship / fluff !!! / wc - approx. 600

↳ warnings gn!reader / yoongi cameo!! (he thinks they’re grossly in love and he’s right) / food (they’re eating together) / dedicated to @forpunishers bc jimin is ur bias and also i love u ur the coolest ever

“i come bearing food and a gift!” you announce loudly, swinging yourself into jimin’s studio, and pausing at the unexpected figure next to your boyfriend. “oh. hey yoongi!”

“hey,” yoongi replies, as jimin beams at you and waves you over. yoongi squints at you. “what’s in the bag?”

“food.”

“and the gift?”

“that’s me,” you say proudly. “i’m the gift.”

“damn straight,” jimin mumbles, reaching up to kiss your cheek. yoongi grimaces, but it’s the kind of grimace that he makes when he’s trying to hide his smile.

“i didn’t know you were here, or i’d have brought extra food,” you say to yoongi apologetically. “you can have my share though!”

jimin frowns. “no, he can’t.”

you scowl. “jimin.”

“what? you need to eat.”

“says you! how long have you been cooped up in here?”

“don’t worry about it, i’ve got plans with jin hyung anyway,” yoongi interjects hastily, already heading for the door. “i’ll see you around.”

you watch him leave musingly. “can’t believe i used to be so scared of him, you know?”

jimin isn’t really paying attention, too caught up in staring at you with mischievous eyes, before he slides his hands over your waist and pulls, landing you in his lap with a sharp squeal.

“hi,” he says, giggling as he bumps his nose with yours. “i missed you.”

your arms loop round his neck as you shift to make yourself more comfortable. “i missed you too,” you say, automatically sweeping dark hair out of his eyes.

“it’s getting too long,” he pouts, squinting at it.

“no!” you object immediately, so sudden and loud that he jumps. “don’t you dare cut it.”

he blinks, startled. “why not?”

“if you cut it, i’ll — i’ll — ” you flounder for a second, and he raises an elegant brow.

“you’ll what, baby?” he teases. “hm?”

“i’ll do something mean,” you settle on grumpily.

his smile grows more amused by the second. “something mean.”

“yes! mean!”

“you don’t have a mean bone in your body, my love.”

“how would you know that? maybe i do,” you say obstinately.

“please,” he scoffs. “you just brought me a packed lunch with my favourite food in it, and offered your half to someone else. and this morning, you bought everyone at your workplace coffee. and yesterday you — ”

“alright, i get it,” you grumble, cutting him off. “just — don’t cut your hair. pretty please.”

“whatever my baby wants,” he agrees, kissing your forehead.

“right now, your baby wants you to eat,” you say, suddenly remembering the cooling food on his desk. you make as though to get off his lap, but his arms squeeze before you can.

“don’t move. stay.”

you sigh. “so needy,” you tease him.

“only for you. here, open.” and he taps your lips with his chopsticks, setting food into your mouth. “how is it?”

you roll your eyes. “it’s excellent, obviously. i made it.”

“mm.” he tries it himself, and his eyes widen and he nods excitedly. “that’s really good. god, what would i do without you?”

you contemplate. “starve. and probably cut your hair. and then ARMY would be mad at you, you know?”

“they do like the long hair,” he agrees, trying to feed you more.

“exactly!” you gesture wildly with your hands, completely missing his attempt at feeding you. “i speak for the people, jimin! i am a person of the people!”

“okay, my person of the people,” he laughs fondly, dodging your hands. “please eat your food.”

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His unannounced Queen

Just an fyi I don’t own tvd or the originals (one because I’m broke) and (two because I don’t live I California) the people who own it are on Netflix or hbo max so yea just saying so DONT SUE ME IM TO YOUNG TO GO TO JAIL,thank you and good day

Another thing the gif is from Pinterest don’t really know who I have a lot of klaroline gifs saved so I would have to double check. If it’s yours please let me know and I’ll put you name down. Thanks

IJS: Cami Bashing, Hayley bashing(if that’s what you wanna call it)

Requested by:@riyap279

It had been 8 years since carolines the last encounter in the woods with klaus but when he showed up at her graduation and told her that he would wait for her however long it takes it made her heart jump. Nobody has ever said anything like that to her, not matt, not Damon, and never Tyler. Klaus was always there for her when she needed him, after they walked away from the graduation ceremony he told her that his door would always be open if she ever needed him or wanted to take him up on his offer on showing her all the amazing things the world had to offer.

Caroline was in her car driving to New Orleans to see klaus and take him up on his offer, she was excited she knew that he would always be there for her whether it be good or bad he was there in less than an hour. As she passed the "Welcome to New Orleans" sign she wondered if he had moved on or if he was still waiting for her. There was that tiny voice in the back of her head that was telling her that he didn't want her anymore and that she should just turn back.

But Caroline ignored it she was going to find out for herself and even if he did find someone else she was still going to stay a while to spend time with her favorite girl. Hope Mikaelson was the magical loophole baby that happened between klaus and the were-slut hayley. When caroline first heard about klaus having a baby none the less with hayley she was hurt but then came along the weird Gemini coven who magically implanted Lizzie and Josie inside of her womb.

When rebekah needed someone to help take care of hope she called caroline because she was the only person that her brother wouldn't kill on the spot. When caroline had met hope she was just barely a newborn, it was like the motherly instincts kicked in and she loved and cared for hope as if she were her own daughter. When hope turned about 2 years old she started to call caroline mama, her being the sweet person she was she showed pictures of hayley and said that she was her momma.

But baby hope wasn't having it, instead, she would use her baby magic to throw the picture away and crawl into carolines arms repeating how she was her mama. When it was time for hope to go home rebekah made a promise to not let hope forget her real mama and that it should have been caroline instead of hayley who got pregnant with hope. Caroline is pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of loud jazz music playing as she drove closer to the mikaelson home.

If Caroline knew anything she knew that the mikaelson's had to live in extravagant houses, looking at her phone to get the address for the house she put it in her GPS and drove in that direction. Caroline might have forgotten to mention to klaus that she was coming to visit so she was just going to surprise him in her own fashion. As she pulls up to the Compound she sees lights, and people dancing and enjoying themselves and she can't help but be excited for that to be her.

Caroline parks her car in the parking space that she now just reserved for BMW and grabs her purse and phone before locking the car. Caroline fluffs out her hair before applying just a bit more lip gloss before walking up to the door and opening it not bothering to knock on it. Who's gonna hurt her? If they tried they had a death wish so it wouldn't really be smart.

Caroline listened for sounds and heard talking in the living room so she headed that way, as she walks in she sees some blonde-haired girl who weirdly looked like her but cheaper, a tall dark-skinned man with a large cocky smile on his face. Looking more she saw The Mikaelson's, the were-slut, and then her klaus who seemed to be arguing with the dark man. Before she could make her presence known she heard tiny footsteps, so instead of watching the argument which was entertaining she followed the tiny steps.

Making her back to the foyer she sees a small light red-ish brown-haired girl coming down the steps, noticing the scent she walks in front of the steps with a bright smile on her lips. Hope was coming down the stairs to get a snack when she saw her mommy standing in front of her with a bright smile, not thinking about if anyone heard her she bolted down the stairs "MOMMY!" she jumped into caroline's arms as she was spun around in circles "Hi jelly bean" caroline chastened as she felt whole at this moment.

Everyone who was in the living jumped up and ran to hope who screamed mommy, making it to the foyer they saw hope hugging a blonde woman tightly. Rebekah smiled brightly because she knew that caroline would come eventually and hope had missed her so much. Klaus thought he was seeing things thinking to himself that she was here in his home with his daughter who called her mommy. Hayley was confused as to whom her daughter called mommy, hope never even called her mommy.

Hope would always call her hayley, Hayley was never really there for hope she was always in the bayous with her pack. There was one time she let mommy slip but that was because of Camille who she thought was her mommy but soon realized that she was wrong and went back to her room crying at not being able to see her mommy. Now at this moment, she was here in their house, holding and telling her how much she missed her and that she was sorry.

Camille, marcel,kol,elijah, and Freya looked very confused and scared, they didn't know if this was another one of Klaus's crazy ass exes. They looked at klaus and rebekah who seemed to be in pure bliss at the mother-daughter reunion. elijah was about to say something to the pair but hayley spitefully beat him to it "who the hell are you, and why are you holding my daughter" she spat as she walked closer to the two, but rebekah wasn't having it her niece was finally happy and she wasn't gonna let hayley ruin it.

caroline simply ignored her and let go of her daughter who had tears in her eyes, she bent down and rubbed her long hair out of her face "I've missed you so much jelly bean" caroline spoke softly as she pulled her close to her, hope was now letting the tears fall from her face "I missed you more mommy, are you gonna leave again?" hope said scared of what the answer might be caroline let go of the hug and frantically shook her head " No I'm not leaving, never ever again" she said as she wiped the tears streaming down hopes angelic face.

Hope wanted more than just her say she wanted her promise "do you promise?" she kissed her pinky finger and lifted it so caroline could mimic her, caroline smiled and kissed her pinky as well before interlocking them "I promise, I'm not going anywhere" hope smile and hugged her mom tightly before letting her pick her up and put her on her hip. Rebekah seemed to break out of a daze and went to hug caroline "it took you bloody long enough" she smirked before standing beside her.

hayley looked furious, her eyes were glowing and her fists clinched together, she looked like she was about to pounce but caroline ignores her and everyone else. She turns to walk up the steps with hope in her arms and rebekah standing there smirking she turned around to rebekah "come on bekah, I gotta re-arrange his closet, I'm gonna need lots of space for my shoes" she giggled before going up the steps with hope in her arms and rebekah hot on her trail.

Everyone was standing there stunned at what just went down, hayley was pissed, Elijah, Marcel, And Freya were lost at who the blonde was, and Camille was trying to wrap her head around why klaus looked at the girl with such love in his eyes. Kol seemed to have the same smirk on his face as rebekah did before she left the room, "klaus aren't you going to say anything she just took our daughter" hayley asked still furious klaus just shrugged and followed upstairs to where the girls went leaving his family and others alone.

klaus made his way upstairs to his bedroom where he heard laughing and hope talking to her mommy, he walked into the room and leaned up against the door watching Caroline take down his clothes and move them over but let out a frustrated sigh at her not having enough space. "ugh how many henleys does one man need" she groaned as she ran he hands through her hair before turning to hope who was sitting on the table that was in the closet "why does your daddy have so many shirts?" she smiled and pointed towards the door.

Caroline looked at the door to a smirking klaus who had his arms crossed over his chest as he was staring at her and hope, rebekah had left to go and stir the pot up with hayley and Camille since she wanted to see their reactions. "To be fair love I don't share a closet with anyone," he said with his signature smile as she blushed a bit but rolled her eyes, "well I need more space for my shoes and clothes" she pointed to the lack of space in his closet, klaus walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, she guessed what he wanted to she kissed him softly.

"well whatever the Queen shall want, she shall have," he said in his low British voice, caroline blushed and lightly bit her lip at the nickname. Hope was watching and decided to go in between the two she pushed her way into the middle of the two and reached up with her bright smile. Klaus picked her up and kissed her cheek "do you need to break the wall down so you can have more space?" he asked caroline as she was making funny faces at hope who was giggling "Yes please and I need a designer in here pronto" she said with her miss mystic falls smile before taking hope and walking out of the closet.

Caroline and hope climbed into Klaus's bed and turned on his tv scrolling through the movies, they didn't really care for what was happening downstairs. klaus had caroline and his daughter the two most important things in his life and nobody was going to take them away from him again ever. They turned on Disney plus and picked princess and the frog, Hope was happy she got her mommy back, and now her family was whole.

--downstairs--

rebekah had left once klaus had gotten there so she could go and pick at hayley and camille, she made her way to the living room and saw hayley standing in the corner angry still, camille slightly jealous and the guys just stuck. Freya noticed rebekah and asked the obvious question "who was that girl who hope called mommy" she asked rebekah completely ignoring the growl that came out of the were-sluts throat "Oh her, Yea that was Just Caroline Forbes a good friend of Nik's" rebekah tried to sound nonchalant.

Camille smiled maybe she did have a chance with klaus, he was interested in her and not the other blonde, right? If they were just friends then that meant that she didn't mean anything to klaus and that she had nothing to worry about. but kol crushed her little fun thoughts "I wouldn't get too happy camille" he said with a smirk as he and rebekah were watching her excitement show on her face.

Camille's smile dropped as she looked at the two smirking originals "Caroline is way more than just a 'friend' she's Queen of New Orleans" rebekah put air quotes on her sentence camille was upset at her not being the queen it was supposed to be her and klaus ruling side by side, not some dumb blonde bimbo who didn't know him as she did. "I know you've always wondered who that crown in his office on the shelf was for!" kol said as he leaned in slightly "yea it was for caroline, and you're not even worth the dirt that she walks on" kol said in husky whisper

Rebekah and Kol broke into a fit of laughter when they watched Camille's face drop, hayley was still mad and the men were still confused as to why she just walked in like she owned the place "Hope called caroline mommy because she is her mommy, caroline was there when I took hope away and she grew attached to her so she calls her mommy" rebekah said as she leaned back onto the couch watching closely at hayley's face.

hayley was at a loss for words now she knew why rebekah would always take hope away to mystic falls, she needed help raising hope so she called caroline whose neck she happened to snap once. "but it doesn't matter now, Hope has her mama and her papa also known as the king and queen" rebekah said as she turned on the tv and finished watching supernatural with kol.

THIS WAS SO GOOD AND FLUFFY AND MY HEART AAAA

summary: in which jungkook’s tattoos cure your winter blues and you paint his life with colors.

> fluff / wc: 2.3k

> warnings: brief mention of mother gothel being an abusive gaslighter lol you’ll seeeee, one (1) nipple pinch

note: reblogged this post with the tattoos mentioned in the drabble so you can check those out for better visualization if you want !! :D

my first post of year being about jungkook’s tattoos only feels right. hehe feedback is always appreciated <3

—

you breathe out another sigh as your peripheral vision catches the view of snow falling from the heavens yet again. you’re lying on the floor with a pillow and a blanket, only a few feet away from the glass door dividing the balcony and the living room.

“a penny for your thoughts?”

you tilt your head to peek through the book you’re reading. “what?”

“you’ve been sighing and pouting.” jungkook points out from the couch, dedicated to the task of folding the fresh laundry. two stacks of clothes, separated by yours and his, are sitting on his right, while the laundry basket is on his left.

“. . . and your octopus is mad.” referring to that famous reversible octopus plushie you bought for fun many months ago. it’s sitting behind your pillow, color blue and stitched with a displeased expression.

you lay down the book over your chest before sighing deeply. “i feel sad. i miss summer.”

your confession makes him quirk a curious eyebrow. “you miss summer? but you hate summer.”

unsure about how to explain yourself, you stick with silence, eyeing him intently with a frown you don’t even realize you’re making.

“what’s that look for?” he chuckles nervously while clutching a pair of your pajama shorts to his chest.

“you’re wearing a sweater.”

as if on cue, he looks down at the cream-colored sweater embracing his torso. “and? you got this for me.”

“it’s the reason i’m missing summer!” you sit up abruptly, the book stumbling over your lap before it finally lands on the floor. and before you can rethink the words you’ve been whining non-stop inside your head, they break free from the restraints on your tongue. “i miss seeing your tattoos.”

an amused grin paints his face. he throws his head back with his eyes closed and nose scrunched, laughing with no sound as he processes your revelation.

“that’s what this is about?”

“. . . yes.” you answer hesitantly, realizing how you just dug yourself a grave and pushed yourself in it.

he tuts as he tucks his long hair behind his ears, crossing his legs and stretching his tattooed arm on top of the couch’s backrest. you catch the tail of his snake tattoo peeking out of the sweater’s sleeve.

what an evil, sexy, sexy man.

“it’s your fault. you won’t let me turn up the heating so i’m always cold.”

“i woke up sweating yesterday when you turned it up again. this is a house, not a sauna.”

“and you make it too cold!” he interjects with a laugh. “want to meet halfway?”

it seems that the deal he just offered is the only possible solution to your winter blues. the holidays have come and gone. the decorations and lights are already being taken down, and you can’t stand to live a colorless life.

you act defeated, feigning your eagerness, but he doesn’t miss the small smile forming on your face. “fiiine.”

“okay!” he enthusiastically responds with that satisfied grin he makes when he gets his way.

he doesn’t waste any time. he instantly goes to adjust the temperature inside the house, going exactly between the numbers you stubbornly punch in behind each other’s backs. forced to come out of your little cocoon, you rip away the blanket from your body and toss it aside.

“i’ll get rid of the sweater now.” he clicks his tongue and sends a teasing wink your way as he walks to your shared bedroom.

you groan, burying your flustered face in the palm of your hands to hide. “i hate you sometimes.”

his melodic laughter echoes in the hallway.

—

jungkook enters the walk-in closet to replace the sweater with a classic white sleeveless shirt. on sunny days, he often wears this or go shirtless in your home. you’ve been especially happy with that since summer last year— after he got his faded tattoos colored, redesigned, and covered up.

of course, you’ve always shown plenty admiration to his first tattoos and the many more that came after them. he gradually filled up the space on his right arm with the ink and formed a tattoo sleeve. however, his new and improved tattoos seem to bring you a special kind of joy he must admit he doesn’t fully understand.

he’s been planning to get his arm fixed since he noticed the tattoos starting to fade, but he struggled to find the time to finalize his design ideas and get the job done. the truth is you were the one who inspired him to quit overthinking every little detail, and to finally carry on with his long overdue plans.

it all started with his birth flower.

—

“all those days watching from the windows, all those years outside looking in~” you sung along softly to tangled’s most beloved song.

jungkook diverted his attention from the television to observe you, unconsciously smiling to himself as he did so. your legs were draped over his lap, and your back was hunched forward as you entertained yourself with coloring his tiger lily tattoo as if it was a page on a coloring book.

it was seven minutes past midnight, and you like the room as dark as possible when you do movie date nights. that’s why you were practically using the lanterns during rapunzel and flynn rider’s ‘i see the light’ as your own lights of guidance as well.

when you paused the movie just before the song started, he thought you were just going to use the bathroom. but you quickly came back with the box of temporary tattoo markers he forgot that even existed. he bought it years ago and used the black marker to figure out the placements of his hand tattoos because he was scared that he’d end up not liking how they looked together. honestly, he doesn’t even remember packing it when he moved in with you. were you the one who saved it from the discard pile?

and as you held his arm close to you, you innocently asked him. “may i?”

“do whatever you want, baby.” he gave permission not only because your bewitching eyes were sparkling, but also because he knew how you find joy in doing little things like this.

you were most probably inspired by the sundrop flower mother gothel stole, he thought as he watched you bring his birth flower to life. you colored the anthers dark brown, and you were already halfway done with the orange petals.

he noticed that you kept on trying to move your head closer to his arm so you could see the details of his tattoo better, which caused your glasses to often slide down your nose bridge, so he took it upon himself to hang it suspended in the air to make things easier for you.

that was until you slapped his wrist lightly. “put it down. your arm will get sore.”

and he dropped it back down.

“thanks, baby boy.”

the pet name made him blush profusely, the rose tint that adorned the apple of his cheeks concealed by the light from the television screen reflecting on his face. its effect on him, never changing, because you only utter it occasionally and it catches him off guard every damn time.

when she successfully brought rapunzel back to the tower, you brought up how mother gothel is one of scariest disney villains for her realistic portrayal of an abusive gaslighter posing as a loving mother. jungkook didn’t even realize that you were still watching the movie. and then you obstructed his vision with the box of markers to briefly steal his attention away from the screen.

“pick two colors.”

“hmm, red and blue.”

“i’m doing this one next.” you pointed at the ‘WINNERS NEVER QUIT’ tattoo above the crease of his forearm. “should i use the colors interchangeably or like make a gradient?”

“gradient.” he responded, yawning sleepily right after.

“i sound like a real artist, don’t i?” you asked with a toothy grin.

“you are one. this looks pretty, love.” he talked about the tiger lily, stretching his forearm towards the television to shine light over it. “when did you get a glitter pen?”

you waved the gold glitter pen with a giggle. you used it to make the flower look like it was radiating magical star dust. “i brought it with the markers.”

and that’s when he decided to finally contact the tattoo artist he’s been meaning to meet up with since the year prior. you made him see the element of art that his tattoos dangerously lacked. colors.

if there was anyone on earth who would be able to open his eyes to that, it only made sense that it would be you.

—

“you finished showering?” you peeked into the walk-in closet, excitedly skipping your way to jungkook. he was standing infront of his underwear cabinet, fresh from the shower and only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

he chuckled straight away when he noticed you holding the tube of ointment. “wait. let me put on my boxers first.”

“okaaay.”

you eagerly waited for him on the bench from the other side of the small room. he swiftly slid on a pair of black boxers and sat next to you, offering his arm for your therapeutic indulgence. ever since jungkook started getting his cover-ups done, you already made it part of your routine to apply the prescribed ointment on his healing tattoos throughout the day.

some people meditate, some people solve puzzles. you? you sit down and take your sweet time admiring the glorious pieces of art inked on your boyfriend’s skin.

“they’re so itchy. i want to scratch.” he spoke through gritted teeth as you applied a thin layer of the ointment on top of the tattoos on the outside of his forearm.

“i’m practically scratching them, you know?”

you cautiously swiped your fingers across his ‘RATHER BE DEAD THAN COOL’ and ‘MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES’ tattoos, connected by the letter T like they were the answers to a crossword puzzle. they were enhanced by giving them colored shadows: the former’s is red, and the latter blue. and because the letter T completes both tattoos, they mixed the two colors and gave it a purple shadow. oh god, it scratches your brain just right every time you see them. you love yourself some color theory.

the ones on the inside are almost completely healed, you’ve been through the itchiness and peeling off phase with them already. it never gets easier no matter how many times he has experienced it, always complaining about the itchy phase being worse than the pain of getting poked with the needles.

“no, you’re not. you’re so gentle that i feel like i’m being tickled. it makes it worse.” he cried out in frustration, head falling on your shoulder as he fought the excruciating urge to scratch his skin.

“so you want me to be rough and infect you?”

“. . . no.” his awkward voice came out muffled against your neck. “it actually makes me feel nice. like, inside my heart. thank you.”

—

“are you happy now, baby?”

jungkook’s mellifluous voice steals your focus from the purple sweater you’re folding over the table. he towers over you with his naked muscular arms crossed infront of his chest— the ravishing view you’ve dearly missed makes your lips slowly curve into a shy smile.

gone is the melancholia that visibly weighed you down, replaced by an aura he can only describe as the sunrise, but even the sunrise would hang its head in shame if challenged by your beauty and grace.

dear god, he wants to spend the rest of his waking days making you happy and learning what it means to be alive from the look on your face.

“very much.” you loop your hands around his forearms, and with a playful roll of his eyes, he lets you pull his weight down to the couch.

“you folded the rest of the clothes? how are you so fast?”

you reward his tattooed shoulder with lingering kisses before caging his face in your hands to give his lips a rather chaste one.

“i did. that’s the last one.” you pout at the direction of the sweater.

being your boyfriend’s diligent self, he scoots forward to fold it, excited to tick off the task of folding laundry from his to-do list. you seize this opportunity to trace the blue ‘BulletProof’ under his elbow, still finding the font super cool despite seeing it almost (fuck winter) everyday. knowing this all too well, jungkook smiles at the feeling of your delicate fingers caressing his skin. it’s almost as if you’re scared you could possibly erase the ink needled under it.

after carrying each of your own pile of folded clothes to the closet, jungkook voices out the idea that popped in his mind when he was changing his top. “let’s watch rapunzel. i’m in the mood for a disney movie today.”

you fail to bottle up a giggle, finding his little mistake so heartwarmingly endearing. “sure. but babe, the movie is called tangled.”

his doe eyes widen comically as if he was struck by headlights in the middle of the night. “that’s what i said!”

you lightly pinch his nipple. “you liar!”

“. . . was that supposed to be a punishment?”

you blink. “yes.”

his mischievous smile tells you everything that you need to know. “i said tangled the first time! cross my heart!”

“not gonna work anymore.” you stick your tongue out playfully, picking up the octopus plushie beside you and turning it inside out to reveal its yellow smiling face.

it’s his turn to sigh dramatically today.

as he starts typing ‘tangled’ on the television using the remote control, he mumbles to himself. “it was a nice try.”

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