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Skype Calls || Jeon Jungkook

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

It had been months since you had originally met Jungkook. Months since he had slipped you that small piece of paper with a few messy scrawled words on it.

When you had originally gotten the piece of paper you thought he had given you a note, that it was something he was handing out to all of  the fans as a thank you for coming to the first international fan meet.

But as you progressed down the lined of members you realized Jungkook had been the only one to give you anything. You had greeted all of the members with smiles and hellos and given each one a small thank you for setting this up, but only Jungkook had given you a slip of paper in return.

It wasn’t until you had gotten home and opened the small sheet of paper that you read the words on the sheet, His name was written at the top in sloppy writing and the word Skype was underneath. At the very bottom of the slip was a username and you felt the breath leave you lungs as your brain registered what you had been given that day.

Now sitting in front of your computer screen you waited for the familiar call from Jungkook that you had been receiving almost everyday since you added him and started talking. As there had been a language barrier between the two of you, you started teaching each other your languages and while you became more fluent in Korean, you could see just how well Jungkook’s English had been improving.

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stubborn || jeon jungkook

Jeon Jungkook x reader

Summary: Jungkook won’t admit he’s sick, and when his condition worsens, you have to look after him. 

Genre: fluff, sickfic

Words: 2716

“I just wished he would care less about his image, and more about himself.”

I first noticed something was wrong when Jungkook was up before me. Known for being the last awake in every situation, no matter the urgency, he usually clung to the warmth of his bed and the tendrils of sleep for as long as he physically could. He could sleep through almost anything, and on previous mornings I had been forced to resort to drastic measures like pouring water over him just to get him to respond.

So, when I blearily awoke to my alarm and didn’t feel his warmth beside me in the bed, even in my tired state I was immediately alert. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking around. I noticed there was light leaking out from below the bathroom door, filtering into the still dark room, any early morning light obstructed by the curtains.

“Jungkook?” I called sleepily, hearing movement from inside. I frowned when I heard coughing, yawning and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, approaching the bathroom when the door opened.

“Yeah, I’m here.” He spoke croakily and I sighed in relief, giving him a once over to see if anything was obviously physically wrong with him. I tended to perhaps worry excessively over Jungkook, given how I had quickly come to understand that he wouldn’t ask for help until he was in the worst possible condition. Previous occasions of fainting and injuries made worse by being left untreated had placed me on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. I just wished he would care less about his image, and more about himself.

In the pale light of the bathroom I could see that he looked tired and that his face was slightly red, but there was nothing obviously wrong with him, so I proceeded to give him a smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Morning.” I grinned, pecking his lips before moving away to open the curtains. “Why are you up so early?” I pulled back the fabric, immediately filling the room with bright light that made me squint as I turned back to him to see his reaction. He winced at the light and shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Just getting a drink.” He answered, gesturing to the glass on the sink behind him. “Woke up thirsty.”

I narrowed my eyes at his raspy voice, taking in his tired eyes and red nose again: he was ill. But I said nothing and only nodded, not wanting to have to deal with defensive I-refuse-to-believe-I-am-sick Jungkook at this time of morning.

As we got ready together his symptoms continued. He would swallow his coughs, choking into his fist when he held back one too many, and he was groggy, barely reacting to anything I said. My concern grew as I watched him wince and press his hands over his eyes, leaning over the table.

“You feeling alright?” I asked nonchalantly, hiding the worry in my voice. If he knew I was concerned he would be even less inclined to admit something was wrong. He immediately perked up his head.

“What? Yeah I’m fine.” He brushed off, and I sighed, exasperated at his terrible lying. Knowing he would continue to deny it, I told myself that he’d be fine for the day. Once he got home he would be too tired to refuse my care and I would ensure he got better. All I had to do was let him get through this day.

But as I said goodbye to him at the door, pulling down his mask to kiss him goodbye, I felt the heat leaving his skin and flinched away. I made a noise of surprise, my eyes widening.

“Jungkook!” I exclaimed quietly, gently putting the backs of my hands on his cheeks and then on his forehead, gasping at the temperature. “You’re so warm…” I felt worry squirm up from my stomach to my chest. But he only chuckled weakly, taking my hands in his own and rubbing them.

“I’m not. You’re just cold.” He smiled, trying to ease my concern, but I took my hands back to push the hair off his forehead and feeling the sweat accumulating there. I shook my head, frowning.

“No, baby, you’re really sick.” I stroked his cheek, noting how his eyes were glassy and he seemed to lean into my touch, closing them as if he wanted nothing more than to sleep. He pressed his hot cheek into my palm as I continued to stroke his hair. “You can’t go to practice today.” I said and he whined into my hand, shaking his head.

“ ‘have to go to practice.” He murmured, and I shook my head again, forcing his head up so I could meet his eyes.

“No, you’re staying at home today, let’s get you back upstairs-” But as I began to lead him towards the stairs he suddenly seemed to shake himself awake. He pulled himself out of my grasp, rubbing his eyes.

“No, I can’t Y/N, I’m going to practice.” He said firmly, trying to open his eyes wider. I frowned, trying to grab him again.

“Kook, don’t be dumb.” I chastised, angry at his refusal to accept help. “Why can’t you just accept that you’re sick? Everyone gets sick!” I exclaimed, growing frustrated. He shook his head and chuckled weakly, infuriating me even more.

“I’m not sick.” He denied, and I felt like hitting him. How stupid did he think I was? I glared at him as he pulled up his mask again. He opened the door and I didn’t miss his wince at the icy air suddenly rushing in and hitting his hot skin.

“I’ll see you later.” He rasped, and I only crossed my arms and continued to frown at him, hoping I could guilt trip him into staying. He waited for a reaction from me, sighing as he saw I wasn’t going to give him one. He walked out and I felt anxiety and frustration bubble up in me again.

“You’ll only make it worse!” I yelled desperately from inside, still glaring as he only raised a hand in response, walking off down the road. I sighed in defeat and shut the door, scuffing my feet on the floor.

I went about my day with concern constantly flooding my thoughts, reminding me of how hot his skin had been, how gruelling his dance practices could be, and how he didn’t even take any medicine. Sitting at the table at home around lunchtime, I couldn’t stop tapping my foot in worry, and sent him the fifth text that day asking how he was, and demanding he come home if it got too much for him. He hadn’t replied to any of them, of course, and I grew more and more anxious as the day progressed, trying to wrap myself up in my work so I wouldn’t worry as much.

About half an hour later, I was snapped out of my concentration by the sound of the door being unlocked. My head whipped up, and I immediately stood and moved towards it as it opened. He seemed to be wrapped in even more layers than I had sent him in as he stumbled through the door slowly. Just by his movements I could tell he felt really bad, and my heart lurched in my chest.

“Jungkook!” I exclaimed, rushing to his side as he shut the door, placing my hands on his shoulders to look at his face whilst he leant against the wall for support. “Are you okay?” He looked at me blearily through hooded eyes. Before he could answer he suddenly bent over as a harsh cough wracked his body. I bit my lip at how painful and deep in his chest it sounded, and rubbed his back until he finished. He took in a rattling breath and stood upright again.

“Namjoon sent me home…” He mumbled as I helped him move to the couch, where he slumped gratefully, his eyes closing. “’Kept getting the dances wrong.” I saw his eyebrows furrow as he said this, heard the pain in his voice and sighed, knowing nothing affected him more than the thought of disappointing his fellow members.

“Well that wasn’t your fault, okay?” I said gently, unbuttoning a coat I didn’t recognise to see his own one underneath. “Whose coat is this?” His eyes remained closed as he sat forward so I could pull it off his body, coughing slightly at the movement.

“Taehyung’s.” He murmured, and then gestured to his neck which was wrapped in a dark blue scarf I hadn’t noticed. “’scarf is Jimin-hyung’s.” I nodded, the corner of my lips turning up at the thought that I wasn’t the only one concerned about him. He was mumbling something very quietly, but I only caught the words ‘hyungs’ and ‘cold’ as I gently undid the scarf and slipped it off him.

“Are you cold, baby?” I asked, noticing his chattering teeth. But he opened his eyes to frown and shake his head.

“No. Hot.” He whispered, his own hands coming up to fumble with his coat buttons to get it off him.

“Okay, okay, hang on.” I stopped him, worry once again taking over me at how weak and disoriented he was.

I removed his coat and shoes and covered him in a blanket, despite his complaints of being too hot. I let him sit on the couch and sip at the water I gave him, but he could barely get it down without choking. As far as I could tell, he was running a fever, and a bad one, based on the sweat practically pouring off him, and how hot his skin seemed. I sat next to where he was slumped, with the thermometer in my hand, and he immediately leant into my side, his eyes shut tight and his breathing heavy.

“I’m going to take your temperature, okay?” I asked gently, stroking back his hair from his sweaty forehead. “Can you open your mouth?” He opened his mouth obligingly. That in itself was a sign of how ill he felt; it would usually take a lot more than that for him to agree so easily. I carefully placed the thermometer under his tongue and he shut his mouth, leaning against me as I continued to card my fingers through his hair.

I took a sharp breath at the numbers that lit up the screen, glancing down at him uneasily. A degree or two higher and I would have to take him to hospital. Fear spiked in my chest and I clutched him a little tighter to me. Hoping it wouldn’t come to that, I decided the best thing for him would be to sleep. I placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing it lightly to get him to open his eyes.

“Hey,” I whispered, “you want to go to bed?” He nodded and I pulled him to standing, steadying him as he swayed dangerously, his hands clutching his head. Halfway up the stairs we had to stop as a sharp intake of breath triggered another coughing fit, his hand clutching his throat as he painfully choked and gasped for air. My stomach squirmed with anxiety as I rubbed his back pitifully, hating that I couldn’t do anything to help him.

Once I got him into bed, he immediately shut his eyes. I brought him some pills for the pain in his head and chest, which he struggled to swallow, almost coughing up his lungs again. I laid a damp towel on his forehead, frowning as he flinched at the chill against his burning skin. After that I figured there wasn’t much else to do but stay with him and continually take his temperature, so I settled down next to him on the bed, just watching his chest rise and fall shakily as he wheezed, his breath rattling.

Watching him, my throat closed up. How couldn’t he see that I loved him enough to accept whatever was wrong with him, and help him? He should be able to be vulnerable in front of me. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I had done something wrong.

As the day turned to evening, thankfully, his breathing evened out and he stopped shivering. Checking his temperature again after a few hours, I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief to see it had dropped significantly. I let myself relax, pressing a kiss to his warm forehead, which caused him to stir. I crouched beside the bed, watching his face as he began to move a bit more, which was far more reassuring than the corpse-like pose he had held for several hours.

“Jungkook?” I asked quietly after a moment, and he furrowed his brows with his eyes still shut. “Can you hear me?” I queried a bit louder, and as if his eyelids weighed a tonne, he slowly opened his eyes, turning his neck slightly towards me and nodding. I let a smile spread across my face as I saw him awake, his eyes looking clearer.

“Hey there.” I smiled, and he winced, raising a hand to his head.

“Ow.” He rasped, and I chuckled slightly.

“Yeah.” I raised my eyebrows at him and sighed as he coughed slightly, rubbing his neck and swallowing harshly. I moved around to the other side of the bed and lay down facing him. I watched as he tried to move into an easier position, obviously uncomfortable. He eventually settled down on his side, coughing a few times, wincing as he brought his hand up to his throat again.

“Will you listen to me next time I tell you to stay at home?” I asked, and he looked at me sceptically. I let out a breath of frustration, trying not to get annoyed again. I had to get this through to him somehow.

“Look, I love you, and you’re important to me, and lots of people.” I told him, meeting his eyes. “And I know in your job it might sometimes feel like you always have to be perfect.” He frowned a bit, and I knew I was right. I gave him a small frown, reaching out to touch his cheek lightly. “But that’s not true.”

I shuffled closer to him, and he opened his body to accommodate me. I slotted myself next to him, pressing a kiss to his neck as he remained still, but bowed his head to meet mine. I spoke softly into his skin.

“You’re only human, Jungkook. You are allowed to show weakness, especially in front of me.” He took a breath in, and I pulled back to meet his eyes. “We’d all much rather you were truthful than suffered. Your health always comes first.” I stroked his jaw lightly. “Do you get it?” I met his eyes again as he nodded slightly.

“I’m sorry.” His hoarse voice tugged on my heartstrings and I shook my head quickly.

“It’s okay. Just…” I found his hand under the cover. “Remember that we all love you, yeah?” He nodded, his eyes drooping shut again. I brought his hand to my mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“I love you too.” He whispered with his eyes closed, his fingers closing around mine, and I smiled softly. He was vulnerable like this, and seemed younger as he held my fingers like a child and his features softened out. Relief washed through me at seeing him there in front of me, safe and okay.

He was asleep within a few seconds, his chest still wheezing slightly, but no longer as worryingly, and his face peaceful. My frustration at him I had held earlier had washed away; I knew it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help it. But if one thing was for sure, there was no way I was letting him go anywhere the next day – he could fight me on that all he liked.

I wondered if what I had said had really gone in, sighing again as I realised it probably hadn’t. But I didn’t mind. You’re only human. You don’t have to be perfect. I love you. I would repeat it as many times as necessary until he finally began to believe me.

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Sunday Morning

Every Sunday, Jeongguk went to the laundry room. The space was empty, a peace he could only find in the early hours of the day, but the quietude didn’t last long when his heart beat a little faster at the sight of you. 

▸ PAIRING: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

▸ RATING & GENRE: PG-15 / GA ; Fluff, College AU

▸ WORD COUNT: 6,895 words

▸ A/N: A soft, unadulterated tribute to Jeongguk’s obsession with laundry. Story is told in snippets of mornings over weeks in a semester. Jeongguk is a music major and all his covers are linked so please enjoy ♥︎

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worthwhile || jeon jungkook

starstruckbutterflies said: I’d like to request a oneshot with Jungkook - any plot, as long as there’s a lot of sentimentality, sincerity, and overall sweetness!

Jeon Jungkook x reader

Summary: After a particularly long day, all you want is to feel Jungkook’s arms around you. But he’s at practice, and won’t be back until later - at least that’s what you’ve been told.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1393

hope this is the sort of thing you meant!

this made me really really soft 

I sighed, my bag weighing down my body and fatigue slowing down my movements as I unlocked the door and shoved it open. I had just had the longest day of my life; constant jobs for me to do, decisions to make, and friends with problems I had to sort out. My limbs were heavy and my head was throbbing. All I wanted to do was relax and cuddle with my boyfriend, maybe put on a film or have a bath and talk to him.

But I couldn’t do that. I collapsed on the sofa, groaning as I remembered that I had a load of work to go through before tomorrow, and on top of that, Jungkook had practice late, so I might not even see him before I fall asleep. It came with his job, but the hours were difficult. With my work and his, we only saw each other briefly in the mornings and on the occasional day off, if they ever happened to coincide.

My throat closed up as I realised how much I wished he was here. It was crazy how little time we could spend with each other, considering we lived together. I sighed shakily, knowing I was just exhausted and stressed, and trying not to think about how nice it would feel to be in his arms instead of alone and working, again. I took a moment before taking a deep breath and standing up, knowing I had to get things done.

But at my desk, I couldn’t concentrate, my tired and aching mind struggling to focus on work, and my eyes continually drifting to rest on the photo of Jungkook and I on the table. It was taken one day in winter by Yoongi. Both of us are wrapped up in many layers, and Jungkook is facing me, laughing at just my squinting, smiling eyes peeking out from my coat. He’s bent over, his hand on my arm, and both our cheeks are red and beaming.

I smiled at the memory, and at how Yoongi had framed the photo and given it to us for our anniversary. Jungkook had been so happy and proud of it, placing it in a different position every day, deciding where he could see it best.

My smile faded, and my eyes begun to sting with tears. I missed him. I really, really missed him. Exhausted, physically and mentally, I placed my head down on the desk, feeling a tear fall from my eye as I did so. I didn’t want to let my eyes shut, as I was worried I would fall asleep when I still had papers to get through, but I let myself rest there.

It was only a few moments later I heard a knock on the door, breaking me out of my drained state. My head whipped up and my heart jumped at the thought of Jungkook being home. But I glanced at the clock, seeing I had only been home for an hour, and sighed. He wouldn’t be back until much later.

I pulled myself up, deflated again, ready for a delivery or someone selling something. I rubbed my eyes, trying to stay awake and lift my spirits, opening the door.

“Surprise!” Jungkook said happily, grinning and holding his hands out. I immediately gasped, a swell of emotion rising in me as my eyes landed on the figure standing on the doorstep, a cute smile on his face. “I got the afternoon off and obviously wanted to spend it with you, so I decided to surprise you!” He laughed embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was going to walk in and scare you but I forgot my keys and… baby?” His smile fell and his words stopped suddenly as he saw my face.

I hadn’t realised I was crying, I had been to focused on the fact that he was there, in front of me. I suddenly grew very overwhelmed, the exhaustion and stress from my day and how much I had missed him, as well as the shock of seeing him accumulating suddenly. I let out a faint sob, reaching up to weakly wipe away my tears, and his face instantly morphed to one of concern, shaking his head frantically.

“Baby, no,” he moved closer, reaching his hands out to me, waving frantically, “why are you crying?” He cradled my face in his hands, peering down at me worriedly. I bowed my head, trying to breathe and hold in my tears but they slipped down my cheeks continually. He pressed my head into his chest, shushing me.

“Shh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry baby, what did I do?” He asked, voice so full of care that it made me cry more. I let out a watery laugh, lifting up my head to smile at him.

“Sorry, just…” I lifted my hand to run through his hair. “I really missed you, and I had a long day.” I whispered. He sighed, relief and amusement crossing his face as he smiled down at me fondly.

“You’re so cute.” He said quietly, before reaching down to kiss my wet cheeks gently, moving down my face before pushing a lingering kiss on my lips. I reached up my arms to wrap around him, stretching onto my tiptoes to reach his mouth better. I pulled back only to bury my face into his shoulder, taking a deep breath as he shut the door with his foot. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, holding me to him and rocking back and forth. We stood in silence, hearing our breaths sync and wrapping each other in a firm hug.

“Jungkook…” I started into his shoulder shakily after a moment. “I need you here. I need to see you. I go crazy without you.” I whispered, closing my eyes and breathing him in, tightening my grip.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He said quietly, pressing his cheek to the top of my head as we swayed gently. “But it will get better. When this comeback is over, I’ll have more time… and we can be together more.” I heard the grin in his voice and smiled at the thought of spending more time with him.

“I’d like that.” I pulled back to smile at him, and he bent his neck to kiss me quickly, smiling against my lips. I giggled, gently grabbing his face. He pulled back to grin at me.

“Dance with me.” He said softly, smiling.

“What?” I laughed, and grinned as he pulled away to move behind me, spinning me around by my hand.

“Dance with me.” He repeated, pulling my body towards him with a grin. I gripped his hand and almost collided with his chest, stopping myself with a hand on his shoulder. He began to move his feet, stepping forwards and backwards, guiding me with a hand on my waist. I laughed as I struggled to follow his movements, and squealed as he expertly spun me around before grabbing me and dipping me suddenly.

He was beaming as he danced, leading me around him with one hand holding mine and the other on my waist. He began dancing stupidly and whatever fatigue I had felt seemed to wash away, my work and stress forgotten as I laughed. I twirled around him, joining in and watching his face light up as I grabbed him by the hands, spinning us around. We rotated around each other, my cheeks creased in laughter and his shining, as time seemed to slip away. Every day we had spent without seeing each other was irrelevant.

After we had danced and laughed, our chests heaving and my cheeks aching from watching him, he suddenly pulled me into him, slowing his movements as soon as he held me in his grasp. I breathed against his shoulder, trying to calm my breathing as he began swaying, still moving his feet but slowly. His hand pressed into the back of my head before running down and taking my waist gently, moving us in slow circles around the room.

“There’s no music.” I whispered with a smile, my arms around his neck, and felt him shake his head against my shoulder; heard him laugh breathlessly.

“I don’t need any. Do you?”

I smiled against his neck, closing my eyes as we danced gently.

“No.”

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Felix Felicis | Jungkook

Pairing: reader x ravenclaw jungkook | Hogwarts AU

Genre: fluff

Summary: Jungkook has a huge crush on you, but is too shy to confess. Luckily for him, his friends make him drink some liquid luck potion that may have been that extra push he needed.

A/N: While I was planning my Slytherin Jimin au instead of doing my dreaded psychology essay lol, this idea came to mind. I couldn’t help but write it out and I hope you like it. This is dedicated to @floriaas b/c we’ve been so soft for bts hogwart AUs and Kookie is her bias <3

Word Count: 4,633

“That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea.”

“I know.”

“Let’s do it and see what happens!”

And that’s exactly how Jungkook and Taehyung went against Professor Slughorn’s back in an attempt to make their own liquid luck potion—also known as felix felicitis—for their personal use.

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- perseverance

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader ⇢ word count: 3.8k ⇢ genre: fratboy au, coffee shop au, fluff, romance ⇢ summary: when he takes a break from his daily attempts to ask you on a date, you find yourself missing the cute fratboy with the twinkly eyes

warnings: none!

When you were a teenager, you’d imagined great things for yourself; a fabulous apartment in a big city, a job that you were itching to get to every morning, maybe even someone to share it all with. Sadly, it was just fantasy. Your days consisted of dragging yourself out of bed, attending the gym for a respectable amount of time before you ultimately ended up at your current place of work. Your ‘temporary job’, or at least that’s what you’d told yourself two years ago when you were hired to serve people overpriced coffee and cake.

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the language of post-it notes|| jjk

Jeon JUNGKOOK | | the language of post-it notes 

fluff  | jungkook x you

high school!au, shy!jungkook

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-   “P.S. I never got to tell you that I wasn’t rejecting you.  I was going to say yes. :) …. I just don’t know Korean.”

It may have been unspoken, but everyone at Seoul High School knew that Jungkook was not a blunt boy. Despite his charming good looks and his undeniable physical abilities, the boy was the epitome of diffidence. His voice was soft, like that of a blanket for a small child and his bunny-toothed smile was welcoming in a sense that made him have viridity that every boy who attended lacked. The scar on his cheek was endearing and the beauty mark on his lip was breathtaking. It was an awful shame, all the girls who tripped over him to get his attention when all his attention was on you.

He cursed himself to hell for all the times he had been caught foolishly staring at you – there had been biology in fifth period, Geometry in freshman year, AP English literature in junior year — and all those times were merely in class. As school progressed, he tried to grow bolder with you, he’d purposely leave his sweatshirt as his lunch table that was across from yours or in P.E. in which he purposely got himself out just so that he could next to you. Once, he even managed to convince of the elder jocks to switch partners with you just so that he could see your smile in a radius that was less than four meters… but despite all of that, you never noticed.

There had not been other boys, because how could there be when there was Jeon Jungkook? There was no boy as adorable, funny, cheeky, sweet, and all other positive adjectives, as Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, himself, with his bashfulness, he never knew that your lack of attention wasn’t because of his shyness – but rather because you knew that you had to indulge yourself in studies and not of the opposite sex. After all, the age-old icebreaker  ‘where do you see yourself in ten years?’ did not forecast a Jeon Jungkook in your future.

So with this in mind, you were surprised to find Jeon Jungkook standing beside your locker at the end of the day. His head hung low and you could see the tremble of his hands. A small, folded post-it note was in his hands and you noticed that he had folded it far too many times out of nervousness. You watched him from around the corner for a second, confused as to why he had been standing there. Did you forgot to return him a pencil?

“Jeon Jungkook?”

His name sounds foreign on your lips, but Jungkook likes the childlike symphony you carry when you say it. He doesn’t say anything at the call of his name. He only stands there quietly, a blush painted on his cheeks form being so close to you. Were you always this pretty? His heart flutters at the very sight of your gray oversized hoodie that you always wore when you felt casual (which was practically every day). He always felt like you were the prettiest when you weren’t over-embellishing yourself.

“Jungkook…? Are you there?” Jungkook’s thoughts of you come to a halt once he hears your voice again. His cheeks redden and he nearly tears the post-it note in two from clenching it so hard.

“I-I wanted to give you this.” His voice is barely audible as he averts his gaze to the ground. He could never let himself meet your eyes – especially not when you were an angel. He’s thankful that he listened to his older friend, Park Jimin, for advising him not to cut his fringe, because he would die if you could them.

You watch the boy in front of you, brows knitting at his actions. You heard of how shy he could be, but the thought never crossed that the reason could have been you. After all, you were just Y/N. “Jungkook? You haven’t given it to me.”

“O-oh,” He blushes softly. “Right.” He holds the small red post-it note in front of him, as though it is his first born son that he does not want to give up.

You take in his nervous gestures: how he nervously chews on his bottom lip with his adorable bunny teeth, the way that he averts his eyes from yours every time you turn your gaze on him.

Deciding not to torment the boy any further by waiting, you unfold the note. You blink for a second as you stare down at the note in front of you.

나랑 사귈래?

Jungkook cannot help but feel anxious as he waits for your reaction. Were you about to turn him down? Were you going to laugh at him for thinking he could ever ask you out?

Jungkook begins to speak before you can.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jungkook stammers as he stuffs his hands deeper into his green and black varsity jacket. It is hard to ignore the flush of his cheeks when it contrasts so deeply with the usual sun-kissed tan of his cheek. “I-I’ll just go.” His voice is shaky and he feels lightheaded. He knew he shouldn’t have made a move.

“Jungkook,” your voice shakes a little as it begins to piece together. His nervous actions, him always staring at you, his flushed cheeks… did Jeon Jungkook like you? “Wait,” You call out to him. But before you can stop Jungkook, he is gone. What burdens you the most is that you do not get to tell him that you didn’t reject him, but that you could not read Korean.

The next day, Jungkook is flustered as he sits at his biology table. His leg jerks with nerves as he dreads you coming to sit beside him. After yesterday, the last thing he wanted to do was see the girl who rejected him. Would you laugh at him when you saw him? Would you tell everyone about his fumble?

Jungkook’s thoughts are interjected when you slide in your assigned seat beside him. His cheeks are redder than ever and he nervously - purposely but he doesn’t want you to know that – drops his pencil to avoid seeing your beautiful face. He swears to himself that you’re much too pretty to be walking around Seoul High School. You deserved to be in an art museum in his opinion.

Jungkook puts his mechanical number two pencil on the black table in front of him and his brows knit together as he stares down at a red post-it note. He gulps, immediately eyeing you as though this was a cruel act by the fates on him. Your eyes are too fixated on your biology teacher’s PowerPoint (at least that is what you want him to think) to notice him looking at you.

His hands shake ever so slightly and he nearly rips the post-it note, much like he had before, once he opens it. His entire heart flutters when he reads the response.

네.

(P.S. I never got to tell you that I wasn’t rejecting you… I was going to say yes :) …. I just don’t know Korean.)

Jungkook’s finds himself giggling ever so slightly at the note. You smile at the melodious keys that erupt from him as he giggles. Jungkook is too excited to take notes for the rest of biology and for the rest of class, he spends his time trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.  

rocket.

» genre & warnings › medstudent!joon + medstudent!reader (not that this has anything to do with med school really, but allow me to be self indulgent), fluff

» notes › idk if you guys have seen that post about the guy going on about his girlfriend washed his hair for the first time and he just felt so happy and in love bc i have and it’s so fuckin cute (i’ll link it a little later); it reminded me a lot of joon, so this was inspired by that. i swear yoongi isn’t a pothead in this universe (it’s tae, but that’s for another drabble) 

Yoongi can’t say he immediately noticed the pep in Namjoon’s step as soon as the taller boy walked into the café, but what he does notice is the dimpled grin and starry eyed gaze that grace his features throughout their conversation. And while Yoongi considers himself to be relatively attractive, he doubts the literal heart eyes being thrown his way are for him.

“Joon? Namjoon? Joon, are you good?” Yoongi asks, a dark eyebrow raised above his left eye. It takes three calls of his name for the younger boy to wake from his trance, looking up at Yoongi with that same, longing smile.

“Yeah,” he sighs, something reminiscent of a lovelorn cartoon prince when he rests his elbow on the table and his chin in the palm of his hand, “I’m good.”

Yoongi shifts a bit in his seat, but Namjoon’s eyes don’t follow; his brown irises stay trained center ahead of him. Yoongi turns his head to the right, looking for the object of Namjoon’s gaze, but is met only with the chipped, brown wood of the café’s booth.

Slowly, Yoongi leans forward, eyebrows pinched and lips pursed, “Joon, are you stoned right now?”

“What? No, I’m not high, Yoon, what the fuck?”

Yoongi simply shrugs, leaning back into the leather seat, “I don’t know, yesterday you were so stressed about your acrobatic salt cycle samples—”

“—it’s acetylsalicylic acid.”

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Confessions are best given under pressure (jhs)

Working as a makeup stylist and keeping a crush on Hoseok a secret isn’t easy when Taehyung and Jungkook has made it their mission to get you two together.

Word count: 3300

Genre: fluff

Masterlist 

A/N: I am so soft for this man. The fact that I haven’t written for him yet is an abomination! 

To my lovely @spookidema 💜 I hope a little Hobi can cheer you up 💕

Leaning in over Jungkook’s sleeping features to apply his eye-makeup you snuck a look at Hoseok across the room, where he was joking around with Jimin, dancing and singing along to some song they had blasting from Jimin’s phone. As Hoseok body rolled against Jimin with a sultry look, Jimin broke out in a laugh, making your heart swell and a soft smile spread on your lips.

Only a few minutes ago, Jimin had been sitting on the couch, hood up, and phone covering him from the outside world. Cue Hobi. It had only taken him 30 seconds to get Jimin’s giggles to ring out through the room.

Absentmindedly applying the eyeshadow to Jungkooks eyelids, you felt your stomach do a somersault, when Hoseoks own laugh joined Jimins.

“I can do my own makeup, if it interrupts you dreaming about Hoseok-hyung,” Jungkook suddenly spoke up, snapping you back to the task at hand and the eyeshadow you had applied way too heavily while you were sneaking looks at Hoseok. The maknae was grinning at you knowingly, making you groan in exasperation.

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Jolabokaflod (kmj)

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Paring: reader x Namjoon

Word count: 2000

Some Christmas traditions may be foreign to your culture, but still be the absolute perfect fit for you. Jolabokaflod is just one of those traditions and with your boyfriend next to you, Christmas couldn’t be better.

Taglist: @spookidema​ @jessicarhb​ @ambrietalksanddraws​

A/N: Just to shortly explain what Jolabokaflod means, I’ve included a short explanation after the cut, before the story.  This was my first time writing for Namjoon outside of my series Are we even speaking the same language? and it was actually surprisingly difficult to not just write him in the same way 😅 But I am so happy with ending my Christmas drabbles in this way! I’ve enjoyed getting my head out of the very turbulent life I’ve had lately and writing all this fluff has got me itching to get back to write my series again, where I can write some angst and crack! 😍😍

Anyhow - this is the last Christmas drabble! I hope you’ve enjoyed and loved reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them! Happy holidays to all of you! ❤️☃️

The previous drabbles can be found in the master post for the drabbles. My other stories and drabbles can be found in my masterlist

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sick of you

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 1604

A/N: Despite the title, this is all fluff. Feed back on my writings would be great, don’t be afraid to slide into my inbox :)

“Noona.” Jungkook had just called you over the phone, sounding tired and annoyed.

“Yes, Jungkook-ah?” You were currently in your own apartment, lounging on your couch, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop. Your phone was sandwiched between your ear and shoulder, your hands occupied with scrolling. Your feed was filled with updates, edits, and memes of BTS. Armys always wonder if and how the members know certain memes the fandom speaks of, and of course they do. Through you of course. Without their own social media account other than twitter, you constantly send them funny memes you find to your group chat. You laugh quietly as you scroll past a meme of Namjoon. 

“Are you listening to me?” The maknae says through the phone.

“Sorry sorry sorry, say it again please?” You close your laptop, pushing it to the other side of the couch, away from you, giving Jungkook your full attention. He groans in frustration, he really isn’t in a good mood right now and you weren’t about to test him. 

“I said, Jin hyung isn’t feeling well and he’s being very cranky. We’re all trying to take care of him, but he said he only wants you and keeps crying out your name. He’s such a baby.” He mutters the last part to himself, but you still managed to hear it, making you laugh. 

“Alright, I’ll be right there, give me a few minutes.”

You walk into their dorm, taking your shoes off as you entered.

“Where’s my big baby?” Jungkook scratches his head with such annoyance, pointing towards the older brother’s room. 

“Is it that bad?” You said as you pass by the group of boys scattered around the living room. Namjoon was laying tiredly on the couch, Yoongi had his head covered with a blanket, even Hoseok didn’t look like his happy, energetic self as he sat on the floor with his back against the couch wearing a frown. The 95 liners were both on the couch, except the bottom half of Taehyung’s body was actually on the couch, while the other half was dangling off the arm of the couch.

“Hyung didn’t want to take the medicine we were giving him.”

“Jin hyung threw the pills at me.”

“I tried giving him a hug, but he pushed me away.”

“Hyung threw a tantrum, whining that he wanted his baby.”

“You’re our only hope (Y/n).”

You look at them with disbelief. The six energetic boys you knew, was long gone and were being overly dramatic. Then Yoongi rose up from his resting position on the couch. He glares at you and points to Jin’s room. 

“Tame the beast,” he says in a serious and deep voice. All the other boys nod and so did you.

You walked away from the defeated boys, and went in the room of the so called beast. But instead, you were greeted with a soft sleeping puppy, wrapped up in a blanket burrito. 

“Jin,” you whispered, walking to his side of the bed and sitting down gently. 

“Jin, baby, it’s (Y/n).” He was still deeply asleep but he shuffles a bit, and a few seconds later, you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You lean down a bit to caress his face. You move your hand to cup his warm cheeks and he moved his head to snuggle into it. 

“Are you awake now?” His eyes flutters open and he looks up at you and smiles. 

“How are you feeling?” He shifts a bit to sit up and scoot to the center of the bed, giving you more space to sit down besides him. 

“Not good jagi. Your baby is very sick,” he pouts, and you can’t help but smile. 

“I know, I heard that you wouldn’t let the boys take care of you,” you said, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

He scrunches his eyebrows together, still pouting, “yeah, because, they don’t take care of me like you do. You give me kisses and cuddles, they just give me medicine and tell me to rest.” 

You let out a small laugh, “Jinnie, but you actually have to take medicine and rest.” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from your gaze. 

“Yeah but they still lack on the other part.” 

You laugh even more, “hey, Jimin said he tried to hug you earlier but you pushed him away.” 

“Yeah because he wasn’t you!” You sigh in defeat. Arguing with this big baby was going to be useless if he refuses everything. 

“You know what? Fine. I’ll give you cuddles and kisses if that’ll get you to stop whining and actually get some rest.” He beams at this, and he spreads his arms wide for you to get in. You scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his torso, and he closes his arms around you. In just a couple of minutes, he’s knocked out again. You raise your hand up to feel his forehead and neck and he’s a bit hot. You frown, he’s actually getting really sick. You attempt to get out of his hold without waking him up, and you succeed. You replace yourself with a pillow and pull up the blankets to his shoulders, seeing that he’s shaking from the cold.

“How’s the beast?” Yoongi says as soon as you walked out. 

“You mean the puppy? He’s asleep, he’s temperature is rising, and he’s shaking from the cold too. Can one of you help me make him some soup?” Jungkook and Jimin gets up immediately and walks towards you. You three walk to the kitchen together, ready to make some soup.

“(Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn),” Jin whines from his room, making Jimin and Yoongi sigh. 

“Why is hyung such a baby,” Jimin mutters. 

“Yah, (Y/n). The beast is awake.” 

“Can you check on him for me Yoongs? I’m a little busy,” you said as you stir in the ingredients in the pot. 

Yoongi groaned loudly, “Taehyung-ah, go check on hyung.” 

“But hyung, noona said you should be the one to check on him.” 

“Yeah, and I don’t want to, so hyung says you go do it,” Yoongi says in the third person, looking away from Taehyung, who starts to frown as he gets up from his place on the floor.

“Oh, hyung, what’s wrong?” He says from the door as he walks in. 

“Ah, you’re not (Y/n),” he whines, kicking his feet. 

“Wow, aren’t you annoying,” Taehyung mutters as he close the door, walking out. 

“Noona, hyung doesn’t like us right now. He says he only wants you.” You sigh, wiping your hands on a towel, and walking off to take care of your former boyfriend, and current child. 

“Taehyung, can you take my place please?” 

“Ani, I’ll do it. We don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Hoseok says, getting up and pushing Tae down to sit on the couch.

“Yes baby, you called?” You said sweetly, as you open the door to his room. 

“Yah, why did you leave me? You said you would cuddle!” You sigh, as you sat back down on his bed. He lays his head on your lap and you begin to play with his hair. 

“You were asleep, and I left to make you some soup. You needed to rest, and then eat so you can take your medicine and feel better already.” 

“Just stay here with me and I’ll feel better.”

After the food was finished cooking, you were able to successfully feed Jin and give him his medicine. Unfortunately, it was getting late and you had to go home. You have a class early tomorrow morning after all. You were laying on his bed, while he had his arms wrapped around your waist, and his head on your chest. You give his forehead a kiss, and pet the back of his head gently. 

“Seokjinnie, I have to leave soon. Do you think you can be okay being by yourself with the boys already?”

He whines quietly, “Aniya, stay here jagi.” 

You sigh, “I can’t, I have a class tomorrow. Jungkookie could stay here and cuddle with you instead.” 

“Aniyaa~” 

“Jungkook-ah!” You called. In a few seconds, the maknae was already at the door. 

“Can you stay here with Jin? I have to go home.” The boy quietly nods and walks over to you. You pry yourself off of Jin, who whines as you try and leave. 

“I’ll be back after school tomorrow, don’t worry,” you said, giving his forehead a kiss. You get off of the bed and turn around to face Jungkook. 

“Make sure you give him lots of cuddles and kisses. He says it makes him feel better.” You laugh slightly at the maknae’s disgusted reaction as he glances at his older brother. 

“Bye,” you wave, sending Jin a flying kiss, which Kookie pretended to snatch, getting himself wacked by the oldest.

When you left, Jungkook slides into the bed and hugs Seokjin close to his body. 

“There there little baby,” he whispers, “you’ll feel better soon.” 

Jin pulls away at Jungkook’s strong hold, “YAh! Can you not? She doesn’t even do it like that, ugh it’s not the same.” Jungkook laughs as it’s fun to mess around with his oldest brother. Jin pushes Jungkook slightly, but hard enough to push him off the bed. 

“Ah seriously, you know I’m sick too.” Kookie says seriously, as he gets up from the ground and dust himself off. He suddenly then stops and looks up to meet his hyung in the eye. 

“Sick of you,” he laughs, getting a laugh from Jin too. He’s learning well.

one night light

one night light

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→ pairings: choreographer!hoseok x singlemom!reader

→ genre: fluff! + maybe a little bit of angst??

→ summary: Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

→ a/n: hoseok’s turn! although, daddy hoseok isn’t the kind of daddy that you’re thinking of

will start after daddy diaries! it connects to daddy diaries, and so will the other boys’ stories! so if you loved daddy diaries, give this one a go :)

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intro

part one: please hyungie

part two: do you want an autograph

part three: must be a crazy fan

part four: uncle joonie, who that

part five: d*ddy

part six: wtf wtf wtf

part seven: taste

part eight: daddy-daughter time

part nine: uwu !!!

part ten: hey mommy

part eleven: ur stupid lol

part twelve: das okay

part thirteen: little family

part fourteen: spoke it into existence

part fifteen: hoseok sent a photo

part sixteen: be still my heart

part seventeen: coward

part eighteen: feelings

part nineteen: beachy

part twenty: home

part twenty-one: family

part twenty-two: goodbyes

part twenty-three: doubt

part twenty-four: bittersweet

part twenty-five: goodnight

part twenty-six: past is in the past

part twenty-seven: where’s the trust

part twenty-eight: face to face

finale

epilogue

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[baby’s instagram:

hoseok: nayun_mom

yoongi: kimibbong1317

namjoon: 2ah.in

jungkook: tokki.daram

jin: wooju_mom]

daddy diaries

daddy diaries

❀masterlist❀

→ pairing: singledad!yoongi x baker!reader

→ genre: all floof, teeny bit of angst (?)

→ summary: yoongi started blogging his life on his social medias to prove everyone who thought he couldn’t raise a child alone wrong. but as his daughter’s birthday draws near, what happens when she wishes for a new mom?

a/n: hehe, who else has a soft spot for bts dad aus 🥺 this will start right after the htfab series :3

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intro

part one: it’s fate

part two: forgetful

part three: mi amigos es tu amigos

part four: last one buys food

part five: new addition

part six: a party’s a party

part seven: reverse card

part eight: good night

part nine: slow down

part ten: spill it sis

part eleven: …cute

part twelve: at the pool

part thirteen: surprise

part fourteen: #newprofilepic

part fifteen: it’s kinda hot

part sixteen: he’s crying now

part seventeen: babiest baby

part eighteen: y’all hear something

part nineteen: cardiac arrest

part twenty: can i crash on your couch

part twenty-one: we had a clown

part twenty-two: wishlist

part twenty-three: two birds

part twenty-four: my daughter’s life

part twenty-five: honey bunny

part twenty-six: chaotic

part twenty-seven: y’all know

part twenty-eight: use your teeth

finale

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[babies instagrams:

yoongi: kimibbong1317

namjoon: 2ah.in

jungkook: tokki.dadam

jin: wooju_mom]

Taming of the Flu

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Contributor: @underthejoon for this LOVELY banner TT & for coming up with the title LOL ur the best

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Sick Reader!AU, New Boyfriend!AU, Fluff

Synopsis: When you are sick, the last thing you want to do is call your boyfriend for help. But somehow, he finds out anyways. (pls feel better @bendthekneetobangtan I’m sorry I got u sick LOL)

Word Count: 2,426

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A Memory Without You

➜ Words: 10.4k

➜ Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Angst, Superpower!AU

➜ Summary: Jung Hoseok is your saviour. Sure, he might just be a government worker tasked to investigate your life and ask a bunch of intrusive questions with his little clipboard, but he’s also the key to solving your troubles. You just hope he still remembers you when it’s all over.

➜ Warnings: Mentions to mental illnesses and discussions on issues related to memory loss.

Cr.

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soliloquy

Jimin was a boy who had an affinity for flowers. You were a girl who liked to talk to them. It all should have been very simple. Except for the incredibly complex fact that Jimin was an angel and you were painfully human, completely oblivious to his existence and how he had somehow fallen deeply and foolishly in love with you.

soliloquy (n.) - the act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud when by oneself, often when oblivious to any listeners.

pairing: angel!Jimin x reader

word count: 7k

genre: FLUFFY FLUFF that is :) and :(

A/N: this is a spin-off from my Tempting series!!! So Jimin from that series is the Jimin used here. This one-shot contains no real spoilers so you can enjoy it without reading Tempting but you might enjoy reading it to see how it overlaps with setting and characters. Jimin is a flower angel in this.

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Angels were fond of familiarity. When things changed, chaos occurred; something angels tried to avoid at all costs. They were creatures of routine and rules; many of them sought out to do the same thing every day.

Jimin, however, was a fan of change. He liked how the changing of the seasons brought upon a need for him. Jimin was a flower angel; he gave the earth its color and vibrancy. His touch could bring on spring much like how his breath could spur on winter. It all sounded very grandiose and, objectively, it was, but Jimin was just one of many flower angels planted all over the world. He was just happy to do his small part.

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an out of bounds umbrella - myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: college!au, basketball player!au, (light) enemies to lovers, the real enemy is taehyung, fluff; yoongi’s birthday fic!

word count: 10,296

summary: you’re apologetic about almost blinding your university’s star point guard with the broken tip of your umbrella until you share a class with him and find out he’s a three star recruit but a four star dick or min yoongi doesn’t find your high school musical puns amusing.  

a/n: merry birthday to the light of my life :-(

You pressed buttered pieces of popcorn into gently chewing cheeks, squinted eyes trained on the television screen. Blurs of red and white streaked across brown panel flooring, squeaking shoes and dull roars from the crowd picking up on the mics as the two announcers rambled on about something you weren’t conscious of.

The color of the sweatshirt draped across your torso matched the jerseys of the opposing team, just as the embroidered logos stitched on the corners mirrored that of the website pulled up on your idle laptop on your desk. Going to a university with a nationally ranked basketball team gave some sense of pride, even if you hadn’t adamantly followed the team’s progress otherwise. So said the email pulled up on your laptop, one from a class you hadn’t yet, one from a professor you hadn’t met yet, insisting that you could have the first day of class off if and only if your university won the game currently transpiring before your eyes.

You weren’t watching for that reason, but to not have to wake up for the first day of a new semester gave a new sense to the grit on your teeth as the gap in the score dwindled in the favor of you having to set an alarm on a Monday.

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the way to your heart | myg

↳ summary: when your office christmas party’s secret santa gives you absolutely no context on what kind of gift he wants, you have no choice but to get to know him better. 

↳ genre: fluff; humor; office au; min yoongi x reader

↳ word count: 9k

↳ warnings: this is a fluff only fic as per usual

↳ a/n: this fic is dedicated to my secret santa, mari @maptoyoongi​! i had a great time being your snowflake anon! happy holidays everyone! also sorry for the delayed upload!!! please note that i am still on a bit of a semi-hiatus, but feedback as always is much appreciated!

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maybe so (i.) | myg

↳ summary: when yoongi asks you on one fake date to save him from family embarrassment, he really isn’t expecting you to say yes. or to the next one. or to come with him on the goddamn trip back home for spring break. either you’re a really good liar, or maybe, just maybe this was growing to become more than what it was.

alternatively: how do you fake date someone you’re already in love with without being obvious about how you feel?

↳ genre: fluff; humor; fake dating au; min yoongi x reader

↳ rating: pg-13

↳ warnings: light alcohol consumption; mention of food poisoning; petty family drama (and resounding self-deprecation and spite); i’m pretty sure that’s it for this chapter

↳ word count: 13k

↳ a/n: this fic may have been giving me brain damage for three weeks straight, but it’s my baby so that’s okay. this is quite possibly the most self-indulgent thing that i’ve ever written but enjoy! if you’re looking for music to listen to accompanying this fic, i highly recommend the entirety of niki’s wanna take this downtown ep, as it inspired various aspects of this fic! stay safe and wash your hands!!!!

↳ PART ONE | PART TWO (finale)

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