#To dust off an old chestnut of a meme

[ebonybow]

what they say: I'm fine

what they really mean: I'm actually thinking about that millisecond where Wade has his leg over Logan's shoulder and Logan lunges in to claw him and Wade has to grip onto the edge of the seat as he gasps like a virgin because wh

[desertdragon]

24 ( complexion ) for the prompt meme!

DA LIST | TW: Racism

She hoisted the last barrel onto the shelf and dusted off her hands. The day's sweat beaded off her brow and its heat sunk in her muscles.

"Good work as always Ralhana, thank you."

"Thanks, see everyone tomorrow."

The men bid her farewell and waved as they went their separate ways. Above the sky burned a deep orange as the sun sank. Others were on the walk home ahead of her, dotting the roads across the fields. Some waved at her and she waved back throwing them a smile.

At this rate next year's sake would start preserving on time and the rest of harvest would finish early. In a few days a festival would come to life ahead of the first frost on the trees. She gave herself a day or two for sleep and more time with the kids before she'd get pulled into helping.

'Better make my sleep count.'

She covered a yawn and as more people thinned out, her body slunk home. Everything grew heavy till her bones were like stones tied to an empty bag; climbing the hill in her way nearly tripped her as her head started dipping. Just another step, she just needed to walk another step. When she crested the hill she cursed under her breath and swayed. Finally, the house was in sight.

"Daddy! Daddy's here!"

She blinked and Yoshino slammed against her squeezing her legs tight. They almost tipped over, widening her face in panic. She cried out but managed to stay standing.

"Little one you're getting better at tackling me. Too good even."

"Mommy made rice balls and they didn't get burned. You have to come see!"

"What? Did you help her?"

Yoshino let go and stuck her hands behind her back, smirking. She squirmed still believing it could contain whenever she got excited.

"I showed her a bit the way you showed me. Then we made the balls together. Ujihide kept eating the rice though..."

"Well this I have to see." She chuckled.

Yoshino's eyes gleamed, waiting but letting her tail get the better of her. It wiggled down and to the sides then curled up in greeting. She knelt and pulled her into a hug. The rumble of her purr beat deep as a drum in her chest. A year before and she lost the girl under the length of her arms. Now she stood big enough to fill out her reach. She took her hand and started walking.

She stared in disbelief sitting around the hearth. Twelve normal rice balls rested on their wood platter; the rice was shaped rough around the edges but stayed white.

"That's not all dearest. Try the saury." Yugiri said, grinning.

Carefully, carefully, she pried the fish apart with chopsticks. It gave easily, not burnt. Not charred beyond recognition. Instead she saw a nice golden brown. Everyone watched. At least both their sons, minds full of whatever two year olds thought about, couldn't understand what was at stake. Still they studied her with tested patience. Shutting her eyes she stuffed it in her mouth.

It was... good?

Her hunger lurched like a wild thing. She couldn't stop eating. First the fish, the oden, three rice balls. It all went down one after the other. Yoshino pulled her back to reality, stopping her heart cold. She watched the color drain from Yugiri's face.

"We were playing tag and Saburo asked me why don't I have real horns. And Akane asked when I'll grow all my scales in. They liked my ears though! Everybody wanted to pet them. Because they're fluffy. It was ok at first but then it felt weird."

"Yoshino, they didn't play any mean pranks or hit you did they?" Yugiri asked sternly.

Always quick with her hands she piled extra dessert, roast chestnuts, in Yoshino's palms. The girl's eyes lit up seeing her favorite. She didn't have to think about her answer. That was good. She wasn't ashamed enough to lie. She started peeling the shells as she spoke in a tiny voice.

"No. I said I had to go home. I pushed them off and came back."

Yoshino glanced between them back and forth as she ate, pensive. Her concentration broke only to keep Yoshitsugu from taking a chestnut. Whether it was releasing bugs outside or managing how upset she felt, she had been told to try everything possible before ever striking a life. Her hands were the last resort. But to have pushed some kids over this...she couldn't find a reprimand. Anger flooded at a crack in her heart. Clenching her fists she looked at Yugiri and they nodded together. It was pain, shared.

"We're proud of you. When people do something like that you should protect yourself, even if they won't listen. And moving them out kept you safe."

"Your Father's right. They touched you in a way that made you uncomfortable. Words won't work then. But neither did you hurt them more than what was reasonable."

"So...it's ok?"

"Like this, yes." She answered solemnly.

She gave each of them their good night kiss and tucked the edges of their blanket. One lingering look let her study their sleeping faces as they piled together. She could never help a smile. With the door shut behind her she slid against the wall. A sigh stripped the tension from her body.

Saying nothing Yugiri approached and slid beside her. She felt a gentle nudge at her side. They laced their fingers together. She leaned her head back and smiled.

"Dinner really did surprise me."

"That is not any way to give a compliment." Yugiri pulled her cheek as a tease, pretending annoyance.

"You're right ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am."

"Hmph. You certainly ate your share as it was."

Yugiri let her face go, and the amusement in her eyes made Ralhana not miss a beat.

"It was made by the hard work of a beautiful woman. I couldn't help myself."

"A flatterer tonight I see."

They leaned against each other. She felt the flutter of Yugiri's eyelashes, the movement of her breaths, settling into the way she held her arm. They let themselves be.

"I don't want you to have more on your load whenever you work and return. Even if you have to put up with my beginner mistakes."

"I know. It's alright."

"You were always the better cook; I feel no shame admitting as much."

She chuckled.

"I'm no Gan either but thanks."

They fell into silence. Not even the bugs sang outside. The world stilled creeping its weight over her being. And that threatened releasing her thoughts. She moved to kiss Yugiri, stopped before she could start. The look in her eyes made her muscles lock.

"You were alone while I recovered after the boys were born. Forgive me, for making you bear that madness."

"That was never your fault. Ever."

"No. Perhaps it wasn't. But now I must ask you to shoulder it again. This place will hurt our children."

Her tongue turned lead in her mouth. She knew. She knew in the way only an 'other' could understand. And she read the seeds of the 'other' growing on Yoshino, until her hands burned to rip them out before their daughter took it upon herself. The urge sparked after the joy of her birth began settling back to normal.

'Her brown skin doesn't match yours. Are you sure your wife didn't cheat you, man?' people had asked, whether she bartered, tended fields, or helped them raise a house.

The pride at a mark of her own father living through his grandchildren crumbled like kindling. Then even now, there lingered smoldering rage. But for Yugiri to quit Doma, she no longer cared about her heart as a place. She didn't need a place to form her shape.

Yoshino was four, and a place asked she be warped to define it.

A knit brow brought out the hard angles of her face. There was a land that demanded none of those things.

"What do think about Thavnair?"

[goldenscript]

in the moment.

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader genre: best friend au / fluff word count: 4,275 description: the best moments with jeon jungkook have always happened by chance. author’s note: well, this came out longer than i thought it would. it was also inspired by this post because game night with namkook seemed too fun not to write~

It’s funny how easily people come into your life. Sometimes they pass through, other times they stick around for a while, and even rarer times, you come across the ones that stay. The ones in the last group almost always come by chance. Though arguably anything that happens by chance seem to be the best ones.

You’ve found that last statement to be true.

The best moments in your life have always happened by chance. From that one spontaneous trip to downtown by yourself, which you learned a few things about the city’s oldest bookstore and yourself to that time you met someone who stayed, who actually continues to stay. To be more specific, despite how cheesy this’ll sound, this was how you met your best friend, Jeon Jungkook—by chance.

The more you’ve pondered it, the more it has become apparent to you that most of your favorite moments involved Jeon Jungkook. Not because of how easily he could make you laugh just from one look from across the room or the way he could hug you so tight and make the world feel a little less broken, but rather, in the same way he came into your life.

At the prime age of seven-years-old, you stumbled upon this doe-eyed coconut head of a boy the moment the two of you reached for the same bowling ball. Of course, you hadn’t noticed him prior to this, but it came as a sudden surprise to interact with him. He was shy, withdrawn away from you and your family, though his mother reasoned that Jungkook would grow accustomed to everyone eventually. His mother and yours were close friends in high school, so upon discovering one another on a trip to the grocery store, this trip to the bowling alley came to be. So, with much hope, they waited for the two of you to get acquainted, and eventually become best friends which was a success.

He offered to let you have the ball, already beginning to look away. But you beamed at him, shaking your head and allowing the bright neon ball for his usage. This might’ve sparked something in him, some kind of willingness to open up to you. In turn, a potency between the two of you developed. All because this ball became the buffer to this blooming friendship. The two of you exchanged it after each set, both watching with eager eyes as one another bowled until eventually the entire game wrapped up.

You two were attached at the hip a week later, citing that your mutual love for cheese pizza and Dr. Pepper was perfect enough reasons to justify your sudden friendship (Joohyuk, Jungkook’s older brother, asked). As such, it became the basis for what you two have had for the past twelve years—friendship (and then some).

The second half of this camaraderie came without much thinking, almost seamlessly in the ways in which the two of you shared your time together. By pre-teen adolescence, his sudden visits to your home were no longer accompanied by with his mother, nor would you walk home alone because he said “it was on the way.” You often found yourself calling him relentlessly, even if he was busy playing a videogame because the silence between the two of you was not awkward or foreboding—it was comfortable.

In a nutshell, Jungkook was just someone that made everything feel at ease without any effort whatsoever. He could make something so simple be so hilarious, it was almost too much even for someone as close to a walking meme as he was. He never really explained why he did this, though you hardly ever questioned your best friend and his methods, because he usually had the best intentions anyway.

Even with the offer of a game night at Namjoon’s place, you didn’t question the offer. With the odd interactions you had been going through with him and his other friends, you were relieved to see that your speculations that he wasn’t telling you something were nothing more than speculations, so you were absolutely certain that he could turn something as mundane as playing Uno or War into nothing less than another ab-crunching session for you and Hani.

“Y/N, Hani, great to see you two!” Namjoon greeted at the door, offering you a hug then Hani one. He stood aside to let you two in afterwards.

Unlike your initial assumption, you did not see everyone else present. Only Jungkook adjusting a faded denim jacket over his black sweater. His eyes darted darted from the beige carpet to your eyes before flashing you a wide grin. He said, “Hey!” .

You smiled back, already walking toward him to give him a hug. Before you wrapped your arms around his waist, you replied, “Hey you!”

You were about to add in a quip about his avoidance of you but he then wrapped his arms around your shoulders, returning your gesture. His natural body warmth mixed with his cotton sweater was seeping past your own sweatshirt, not that you wanted to complain anyway. Even as kids, you actually enjoyed his hugs. He was notorious for squeezing you tight because he was certain this was what you did with people you cared about. When he got older, he did it just to piss you off, but you can’t say you would complain if he did. Hugs with him were becoming a rarity overall. Nowadays, with friends, he tried to avoid it as best as he could and even in private, too. So, you relished in the embrace, feeling the warmth even as he let go and took a seat beside Namjoon.

You almost wanted to curse at yourself for pushing off on asking him what’s been going on, again.

Hani soon took her spot beside you, flashing you a smile as soon as she bumped you with her shoulder. “So,” she drawled out, looking between you and Jungkook, “Joonie, here, was telling me that everyone else pretty much was too lame to come for game night, but since we’re the cool kids—” You giggled. “—We get to play, and there’s pizza on the way.”

Namjoon grumbled, “I guess card games weren’t in everyone else’s forté—”

“—I’m guessing booze at Dino’s was,” you mused aloud.

“Their loss, though!” Jungkook then quipped, nudging the beanie-wearing older man. “We thought we’d make this game night interesting anyway.” 

The curve of Namjoon’s lips were turning more into a smile as he nodded, answering your inquisitive look, “We thought we’d play in teams like you and Hani against me and Kook. Maybe make the stakes interesting with a bet or somethin’.”

You turned to exchange a look with Hani, raising a brow at the chestnut-haired girl, because it was hard for you not to agree straightaway.

Among many things about yourself, you most certainly had a competitive nature. And, this streak matched Jungkook’s. It was either something you picked up from hanging around him so much or vice versa. Regardless, it was notorious amongst your friends to keep challenges away from the two of you. Because the sheer lengths the two of you went to out-do one another was both hilarious and nerve-wracking. (To say the least, Jimin nearly had cardiac arrest at 16-years-old when he found you both trying to see who could stay underwater the longest in his pool, which was an added factor into that ordeal. You won, though.)

Even more so, this began after your first time bowling with Jungkook, and since then, the need to beat one another came as naturally as breathing. Less at heart attack-inducing stakes, for Jimin’s sake, but still ongoing.

However, unlike yourself, Hani and Namjoon seemed to be quite the exact opposite. So that was why you were looking at your older friend, as if to ask her if this was alright to accept. You didn’t want her to have to suffer through anything, so you quickly said, “If we do, if,” you were looking at Jungkook as you repeated the word, “then what kind of bet are we talking about here?”

There was a momentary silence amongst the two boys as they looked over at one another this time. Namjoon’s brow quirked at your best friend; the younger boy with pink-dusted cheeks nodded at him.

“Well,” Namjoon said, adjusting his beanie, “How about the winner gets a favor from the loser?”

“Wait, why is it singular?” you asked with narrowed eyes, looking between the two boys. You’ve known better than to take what they say lightly, especially with challenges and Jungkook involved. What are they up to?

You were just about to voice your thoughts when Jungkook then spluttered, “H-he—uh—meant plural.”

“Oh, really now, Jeon? Are you su—”

“It can’t be that bad,” Hani suddenly said, turning to you with a smile. “I’m down to do this if you are.”

You blinked, leaning forward and asking, “Are you sure, Hani?”

She nodded, “Let’s do it.”

Turning to Namjoon and Jungkook, your eyes were no longer narrowed. Instead, a smile curved on your lips as you told them, “You’re on then.”

You received smiles from the boys in return. As soon as Namjoon clapped his hands and began to pass around the shuffled cards in the deck, a prickling sensation overcame you as you looked over at Jungkook once more. He was focused on grouping his and Namjoon’s cards together for your game of War, but his eyes flickered to meet yours for the briefest of seconds. It wasn’t like the previous times you two competed, there was an underlying pressure with how off everything’s been.

This was the first time in the past few weeks since Jungkook has asked you to hang out with him. The last time was when you two watched some random movie back at your place, and well, Taehyung called him about an impromptu lan party back at Jin’s. When Jungkook declined and said he was with you, the ever-so-playful brunet was teasing him about you. This wasn’t completely abnormal as many of your friends often toyed with the prospect of you and your twelve-year best friend about being together, but Taehyung was hinting about telling you something already. When you asked, Jungkook wanted to drop the subject and he’s been semi-avoiding you ever since.

So, to say the least, the tension between you two made itself present, only increasing now as the four of you sat there with a large stack of cards placed between the pairs.

“Ready?” Namjoon asked, his slender fingers already grabbing a card from the top.

When Hani did the same, the two of them nodded, throwing down their cards. The faced upwards, one was a Three of Spade and the other was a Six of Hearts. You grinned at your partner, sliding your wins onto your side. This act went on for three more times until Jungkook drew a winning Ten of Hearts over your Five of Clubs.

You noticed that there was a glimmer of confidence flashing across his eyes. He turned to watch Namjoon draw another winning card, and the two broke out into goofy grins. You felt your heart flutter, though you were absolutely certain it was because you were finally hanging out with your best friend without the odd nuances from previous hangouts.

So, you rolled your eyes and released a small huff before pulling another card that was taken by yours and Hani’s opponents.  

“What happened to being a pro at War, Y/N?” Jungkook inquired, raising a brow at you.

You laughed, watching as Hani took the next victory, “I am, Jeon! Just you wait, I’ll be winning this game.” You even leaned forward as you pulled a card from your deck, finding it to be one higher than his, “And the challenge.”

He watched you as you did this, a smile undeniably curving on his pinkish lips, and nodded, “If you say so.”

In the end, you and Hani wound up winning that round. The next one was supposed to be Sorry! which actually ended with Namjoon and Jungkook winning because as Hani claimed, “Namjoon’s shuffling sucks,” which you agreed with because they were getting all the good cards. The final game (and also an important one) was Uno. For whatever reason, you agreed despite fully knowing how terrible you were at this game. 

There was no worry about what the boys would ask of you and Hani. You were actually quite positive that if they did win then the most they would do is ask you both to say something stupid to a store clerk. Rather, you were more disappointed at the fact that if you did lose this game then you would be unable to get Jungkook to confess his reason for avoiding you those past few weeks. Given, it was a bad method to getting someone to open up, you still wanted to know.

The sudden thought struck you, What if he has a girlfriend?

It caused you to break away from your focus on the game at hand, because the prospect of Jeon Jungkook with a significant other would be a surprise. Sure, there were moments where the two of you had crushes and occasional dates once in awhile, but none of it ever really came down to settling down with someone. Possible significant others went through careful, rigorous observational interviews that often left little to no one (and mostly no one overall) as a clear winner. Despite being so tough, it was hardly ever lonely for either of you when you had each other to fill any lonely space.

So, it was only natural to feel weird about the thought. He was your best friend. He would tell you if he was with someone. Jeon Jungkook, you’d tell me. Right?

Your gaze flitted over to him, he seemed at ease right then. His attention was on the set of cards, probably trying to figure out if the color method was the way to go in this. He once told you the methods to winning; it was on a night when you were supposed to be going on a date in the tenth grade, but you got stood up, so you called Jungkook and he took you to a boba shop and showed you the ways to one of his favorite games. He promised that one day you’d beat him, and one day you’d meet someone that wouldn’t stand you up either. It made you feel better especially knowing that if no one else would show up, then he would be right there.

You felt a nudge at your side, Hani’s hushed whisper calling you back to reality, “Y/N—”

You blinked once again, looking from Jungkook’s sweater-clad chest to your friend. You looked at her apologetically before saying, “Sorry, I—uh—”

She immediately waved you off, showing you the cards at your disposal and said, “Just help me choose, because we still got a few more cards left.” She was looking at Namjoon with narrowed eyes, which the dimpled man grinned at in response. “We still have a chance.”

With a nod, you did your best to focus on the game, picking and choosing the cards carefully. You barely missed Jungkook looking over at you, but decided not to dwell so much on him for Hani’s sake. She was trying hard to help your team, which only made you feel guilty for zoning out on her.

It ended on a close game. If it wasn’t for Jungkook’s action card play, you and Hani would’ve beat the boys. Though it was disappointing to realize that you would not be finding out the truth about why Jungkook was acting the way he was, you couldn’t deny how nice it felt when Hani voiced no qualms about losing. At least she wasn’t upset, or relatively fretful over whatever publicly humiliating deed they would be doing.

“So,” You said, as soon as the games were put away, “What do we have to do?”

“Give us a second?” Namjoon asked you and Hani, which you both nodded in response.

Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged a look, leaning into one another to converse about their set course of action. It hadn’t breached you mind that the promised pizza had not actually arrived in the past two hours of your game play until your beanie-wearing friend slapped his forehead and mentioned it.

He quickly went back into the kitchen to grab his cellphone, dialing Tony’s before briefly talking to a worker. He returned and murmured, “Fuck,” he plopped back down beside Jungkook and explained, “I might’ve told them pick-up.”

“I can go and get it then,” Hani quipped, looking between the three of you. “Joon’ll come with since it was his card and I can even grab us some milk teas.”

Namjoon looked relieved before nodding, “Yeah! That’ll be your deed from me. Kook can give one to you, Y/N.”

You watched as the pair practically dashed off, even as you rose to close the door behind them, Namjoon and Hani had shoved on their coats. The two seemed awfully keen on getting out of their as soon as possible, which struck you as weird as the pair waved at you and exited. You locked the door, making your way over to the tan couch and sat down.

Jungkook joined you, his knee brushed against yours though this was always normal for you two to sit this close. He leaned against the backrest, looking over to you with a half-smile and said, “That was weird huh?”

You nodded, leaning back and using your arm as a rest. Now your leg was brushing over his and he rested a hand on your knee.

You noted, “You’ve been acting pretty weird lately, too, y’know.”

“I have?” he asked with wide eyes. His voice was softer than usual and his fingertips wouldn’t quit fidgeting either, so you knew that this wasn’t inadvertent confusion—he knew what he was doing.

“Why?” you asked as your brows furrowed. His eyes darted away from yours to stare off at the blinds, three meters from you two. “Jungkook… what’s going on?” You could feel your heart thumping against your chest, and an odd sensation churning in your stomach as you decided to ask, “Do you have a girlfriend? Is that why—”

He was shaking his head profusely at this point as his eyes widened even more. His voice was regaining some of its usual tone as he said, “N-no! That’s not it at all—I—um—” He released a deep exhale, “I don’t have a girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Then why’ve you been avoiding me?” you then asked, feeling both better and crappier knowing the answer to his question. “Did I do something…?”

“Ah, no,” he shook his head once again. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”

“Then?” you then asked, no longer leaning against your arm as it rested on your lap. The churning and thumping were still happening inside you, though it only seemed to augment as the hand that had been on your knee was now reaching for your free hands.

You let him grab hold of them, meeting his eyes as a sheen of determination flitted across his coffee brown hues. He seemed to swallow hard before he said, “It’s—I’m—well, it’s me, alright?” You squeezed his clammy palms with hope that it would encourage him to continue, which it did: “I realized something a few months ago, and I’ve been coming to terms with it these past few weeks.”

He took a long pause, so you quipped, “What’d you realize?”

With pink tinge making its way on his cheeks like vines, he answered, “That I—um—like you. Well, I love you, actually.”

You blinked and blurted out, “What?”

He nodded, pulling one of his hands away to rub the back of his head again. “Everyone’s been nagging me about tell you, and I couldn’t find any courage to do it until right now,” he said, offering you a soft smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, because despite the news of your best friend loving you, you actually found no reason for him to be sorry.

“For ignoring you and for, y’know, making this awkward,” he said, beginning to pull his second hand away, but you kept it in place. “What—”

“Don’t be sorry about your feelings,” you said, squeezing his hand once again. “I mean you can be sorry for ignoring me—you dummy—but I can understand that you can’t control your feelings.”

His smile grew significantly as he said, “Well, then, I’m sorry for ignoring you. I just wanted to figure out a better way of confessing.”

“Was there an alternative to this?” you asked, raising a brow at him. You couldn’t help the smile curving on your lips though. You were very relieved to know that there was no other person taking him from you, and to be truthful, you were actually quite happy to hear that he loved you.

He nodded, his eyes darted away once again.

You couldn’t help feeling the need to know, to hear how he imagined this moment, because in all honesty, you couldn’t say the thought of loving him or being with him as romantic partners never crossed your mind. So, to know that the possibility was a reality made you feel happy.

“Tell me!” you laughed, giving his hand a shake.

He made a clicking sound with his tongue, finally meeting your eyes as he acquiesced to your request, “I was gonna ask you to kiss my cheek, so when you asked why I asked for that instead of anything else then I would say something like, ‘That’s all I want,’ and then, y’know, tell yo—hey, stop laughing!”

“That’s so cute, Kook!” you said, loving the way his cheeks were still burning with rouge. “That would’ve been nice, too.”

“Well, we can’t do that now, can we?” he playfully chirped, his bottom lip protruding slightly over his top one.

You shrugged and said, “I mean… I can still do it, if that’s what you want.”

“Wait, what?” he blinked, raising his brows.

You nodded, “I haven’t done something since you did win fair and square, so you’re still free to decide on what you want to do.”

It didn’t take long for him to decide on what he wanted, so he nodded and said, “Alright. You can just kiss me on the cheek then.”

“Gladly,” you murmured with a smile. “Wait, before I do,” —He tilted his head at you— “can I ask you something afterwards?”

He gave you a funny look, but he nodded regardless. “Of course.”

You leaned forward to press your lips to his cheek; however, at the last second, you allowed your free hand to tilt his head toward you, effectively pressing your lips to his. You could feel your heart thudding even louder inside. Even your stomach was still churning, but there was ease in taste of Coke on lips touching yours. His lips were soft like you once imagined at seventeen, and the kiss itself was as you hoped—nice and simple.

Pulling away, you released his chin and ran a hand through your hair. Your cheeks were burning now and the smile curved on your lips couldn’t be fought either.

“Wow,” you both said, earning a giggle from you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, albeit his cheeks and his smile were a dead giveaway at how elated he was at the turn of events.

You leaned in close, as if to share a secret with him, “I wanted to.”

He then blurted out, “Can we do that again?”

You laughed once more before nodding. This time, his free hand threaded in your locks and found purchase at the back of your head to draw you in. His lips met yours, chastely exploring the plushness of your lips. You remember telling one another of your first kisses, with separate people, in high school, how there was nothing special about any of it. But, right then and there, with each other, it felt special.

When you both pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yourself. His hand entwined with your slipped away to rest on the other side of your head. He was undeniably happy, that much was evident as you both panted to catch your breaths.

“So,” He said, softly, “What was that question of yours?”

“You’ve always made an effort to make me laugh, even when you were trying to keep this secret from me, you would still send lame puns and memes… why?”

He pressed his lips to the tip of your nose and pulled away. You both sat straight while his hands moved from your cheeks back to your hands.

“Well, even if you didn’t reciprocate to this,” he lifted your interlocked hands, “then, I just wanted you to know that I’d still be here to make you smile anyway. Because at the end of the day, we’re still best friends, Y/N.” He suddenly said, “Plus, I love being the reason why you smile.”

You realized right then that you wanted to share special moments like this with him. You couldn’t help but laugh, nodding as you told him, “I love you, Jungkook. Even if that was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He raised a brow at you, “Oh yeah?” He looked at you with feigned determination, “I promise there’s more where that came from.”  

“Good,” you said, pressing your lips to his cheek.

The best moments have always occurred with Jeon Jungkook, and you were looking forward to whatever else chance had waiting for you two.

[harharhxrleya]

To dust off an old chestnut, "You sure know how to hurt a guy!" >_

Not a meme, I don’t think??? || @yellowskinnedwackyman

Slowly, her eyes rake over his hair, down his face, over his body, to his oh-so-fashionable-boots and then back up. “I can see thirteen - no - fourteen ways to kill ya, right now, Creeper without even breakin’ a sweat... Don’t test me.”

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X | TASTES: Strong coffee that stains the teeth, a dark roast only snagged from finer places far too overpriced. There is no sugar, no sweetness to accentuate the bitterness -- it lingers instead on the tongue with the heavy cigarillos he fancies. Sometimes maple will come into play, a treat for days when survival of the weekend had been achieved. Like a breakfast on a winter day, sans the warmth and sweetness

X | SMELLS: In the morning, old coffee and tobacco, potent and as strong as ashes in the winds of a fire. The faint scent of lightly roasted hazelnuts, a long faded childhood memory lingers in the back, making itself known yet not quite exact. In the afternoon, it’s dirt, burnt linen, hot metal and smoke, just the graze of survival, another day on the run of a dirt road leading nowhere yet everywhere. In the evening, whiskey, blood, rusted metal, freshly torn leather and stale bread lightened with the hope of a drop of honey’s forgiveness. The strong smell of tobacco, however, never washes off for the entirety of the day.

X | SIGHTS: White, wispy clouds in the sky, illuminated by the sun at its highest peak. Orange and red sand is the expanse of the horizon, dotted only by an old saloon, an occasional motel, dead grass, cacti and small wildlife skittering across in the middle of nowhere. A slight breeze washes in, dust and dirt picked up with the winds, and nigh above are the sights of hawks soaring in the air, free and ready for the hunt. A red woolen serape that has seen more than the average man hangs tattered, bloodied and stained on a broken wooden fence, a sign it barely covers reading a wanted sign. Discarded bullet shells litter the ground. A tumbleweed passes, it rolls over scraps of metal, and a long discarded hat lays on the ground, waiting to be consumed by the wind.

X | SOUNDS: The distant cry of a hawk, a mile away yet still powerful enough to invoke the heart of a fighter. Gunshots echo in an alley, bullets strike concrete and flesh, empty shells clatter to the ground until the heavy, dead silence sets in. The jingle of spurs chime to a rhythm of war drums, a beat only heard in the battering of a carrier’s engine, and in turn, a motorcycle. The rustling of leather, the ashes falling from a cigarillo, the engine revs, dust scatters, a body falls, a gas tank explodes, and just after the click of a gun there is silence again -- filled only by the shaky breath and thudding heart of a man unprepared to meet his maker.

X | BODY: A tall, broad frame built with solid muscle born of battle and blood. Scars, stretches, scabs and scratches from unfortunate fights and skirmishes mar his skin, covered only by dark hair across the expanse. dust, dirt and ash often find themselves beneath his fingernails, on his hands, and caught in his hair and beard. Deep chestnut eyes scan the environment, the right eye, however, seemingly suffering from clouding within the pupil. The remnants of dark ink in the skin of his left arm can be seen -- a chopped wing, a partially severed ribbon and a word cut off inscripted upon it, reading only the word “LOCKED” while the rest of the ink is covered with scars and the loss of a limb. 

X | MANNERISMS: Eyes consistently shifting, an ear twitch, teeth grinding or chattering in search of something to do or aching for the comforting weight of a cigar. A grin that says too much yet nothing at all. A metal hand unusually stiff, nearly dead weight and hidden under red cloth. An eye twitches, the flesh hand hovers above the gun, his breath steady, hat low, footsteps quiet like a wolf stalking its prey, accented by the jingle of spurs. Body rigid, face scrunched under the fire of the sun, every sound picked up and every muscle ready to leap -- fight or flight; the consistent way of life. A lone wolf, ripe for the reaping yet not ready to perish. He flashes teeth in a wicked grin, eyes speak more words than an old man and lock onto the dead. Ready to draw, ready to win. A participant in a deadly cycle, always the player, always the winner, never second best. The smile says it, the eyes compliment it, and the bullet confirms it.