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My favorite author and kinda the person who's writing got me into the fanfic business 😍 is back ! We get a lot of ideas , stories that are built around emotions like love, lust , but never have I ever come across a fic built around comfort and contentment 💜❤️. When I say I'm deprived of queer fics , I'm actually starving and it's downplayed if I say this fic is a breath of fresh air - it's a whole Environment - that I absolutely thrived in !😊 Use of pronouns , talks of queer folks , acceptance , mentions of changed names , open/poly relationships ... one can write a story on each of these elements but @honeymoonjin ties it all in together so it's like happiness seeping inside the cracks of my soul 😭. Please read this one if you're looking for that sense of fulfillment missing from you ! P.S. if you're satisfied with this (AND WHY WON'T YOU BE) check out her masterlist full of naughty and nice 😉 things !

part of the 2020 sapphest fic fest, cross-posted to ao3

pairing: jungkook x hoseok x namjoon

word count: 8.1k  ||  rating: sfw  ||  genre: magical realism

summary: jungkook doesn’t know what she wants in life. but maybe the cottage-dwelling botanist and warlock she moves in with could help. or, perhaps, they might even be the answer.

notes: i apologise if this isn’t up to scratch, i haven’t written an actual oneshot i think since jan/feb (?) so i know i’m rusty. also, this fic contains a trans female jungkook, cis female namjoon and non binary hoseok so i really do hope i’ve done them justice, it’s my first time writing characters with differing gender expressions. please do let me know what you think with a reblog or an ask, it really makes my day and would help a lot as i’m trying to get back into writing. thank you and i love you xxx

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Jungkook feels the gripping pressure around her heart ease with every step she takes down the street, fading into phantom pangs once the tall apartment building falls out of view.

She had never quite gotten used to it; the relief in a lack of something, the bliss of less. Her family’s worries seeped into her bones, soured her tongue when she was home. At high school, and especially at university, the stress of other students buffeted her like gales of wind. The brief moments of respite when she’d walk to the bus stop always felt so fleeting, like a gasp of air that didn’t quite fill her lungs enough.

Now, though, she didn’t stop there. She walked further, sucking in deeper breaths.

The train station lay close to the centre of town, but it was never that busy in the late morning, something she’d known fully well before going.

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