#cutejungkook

[btsfan15]

BTS Incorrect Quotes

Yoongi: Can you tuck me in?

Jungkook: ??? You just handed me a shovel.

Yoongi: Yeah, just spread the dirt over me as evenly as you can, thanks.

[kookie-minnie-st]

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Fanart : moru_1013

Trans: babyguk0901

[letsbtsarmyloveblr]

cute boy

[exo-btsgamgi]

J-HOOOOOOOOOOPE 😂 __ _ _ _ _ _ #cutejin #jeonjungkookbts #jungkookoppa #btsvlive #cutejungkook #jungkookiebts #btshobi #btslilmeowmeow #kimtaehyungbts #namjoonie #chimchimbts #jinkook #taejin #goldenmaknaebts #yoonjin #taekook #jinmin #memebts #btsconcert2019 #btsfunnyvideos (at Seoul, Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4hxSXxpLmh/?igshid=jxgy3fzjsaue

[yeetusthedeetus]

Backhug... Lmfao you thought

Jungkook knew the members liked his small waist.

You'd be an idiot not to to be completely honest. It's the perfect size to wrap your arms around and just squeeze. The older members did that frequently.

So when, in the middle of an American interview, Namjoon suddenly wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist and backhugged him, Jungkook thought nothing of it.

That was a mistake.

About five minutes after the back hug started Jungkook felt his hyungs fingers lightly wiggling across his sides. The sensation, while ticklish, wasn't unbearable, so Jungkook merely schooled his expression, thinking Namjoon was probably just a little bit bored and he would stop.

The light wiggles grew steadily heavier, and soon both sides were being attacked. Jungkook had to focus to keep from laughing. Luckily he was hiding behind Seokjin, and no-one could see his trembling legs aside from Taehyung and Namjoon.

Speaking of Taehyung, he glanced over. When he realised what was going on he sniggered quietly, moving his arm to lightly run his fingers over the maknaes thighs.

Jungkook was dying inside. His hyungs knew he wouldn't ruin the interview by laughing, and they managed to corner him in such a way that they could exploit the situation! And they acted so nonchalant, like nothing was happening, while Jungkook's face was steadily getting redder and redder. It was almost worse than teasing.

Soon enough, the interview ended and they left. Once backstage, Jungkook whipped around, but before he could get anything out his hyungs were upon him.

Namjoon grabbed him by the waist and flung him onto the couch, in front of over 50 members of staff. Before Jungkook could recover from the collision, his hyung started on his waist again, causing him to squeal and flail like a fish out of water.

"Nohohoho, hyung!!!"

The other members laughed, while the Korean members of staff cooed at the interaction between them. The American members of staff kind of smiled awkwardly, endeared but also feeling a bit uneasy at the sheer amounts of affection between the members. The members sat around the duo on the couch, unaffected by the daily show.

Jungkook's flailing grew steadily worse, and Taehyung ducked to avoid being hit by his leg. Giggling, he pinned it down. "You're lucky you're so cute maknae!" He yelled over the loud laughter. "You could do someone an injury! You're lucky I don't have at you myself!"

Quite frankly Jungkook didn't think it would make a difference whether Taehyung started tickling him or not. Namjoon's fingers were wrecking absolute havoc, moving at the speed of light from his belly to his neck to his knees to his ribs to his armpits to his bellybutton and back. Now matter how much Jungkook tried to catch the lers evil fingers, he was far too slow, and his other hyungs refused to help, finding it too cute.

Noticing the maknae was banging his head against the cushions of the couch, Jimin grabbed his head and slid his legs under them, laughing at the expression on the boys face. "Awww Kookie's crying of laughter!! Ahgi!"

Flushing as this knowledge caused an influx of coos from people he knew personally (damn them all) Jungkook put all his effort into wiggling away from Namjoon's fingers. However it was only when the maknae released a shrill "HYUNG STOP" that the leader had mercy.

"Fine fine. But one more place? Please?"

Jungkook made the mistake of looking at Namjoon. His face resembled that of a puppy, and Jungkook remembered just how stressed the leader had been recently. With all the American interviews and shows, he had been bogged down. This was the most carefree he had been in a long time.

Jungkook sighed and covered his face with his hands. "ONE MORE! ONLY BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN STRESSED!!"

A delighted grin spread across the elders face, and his hands went straight to the maknae's bellybutton. Kookie absolutely shrieked, shooting into a sitting position before flopping back down into Jimin's lap, flailing worse than before. His laughter was louder than he thought was possible, and tears started flowing from his eyes in streams.

For five minutes this continued before Namjoon finally stopped. Jungkook stopped flailing as the sensation stopped, his arm coming up to cover his eyes and tired giggles broke through his lips.

"Tha-thahat was soho mehehean!"

Laughing himself, the leader pressed a soft kiss to the youngest's forehead.

"It's only because you're so cute ahgi."

[cloudyyoonji]

Black Tea.

Summary: (inspired by types of people) cracked spines of leather bound classics, ink smudged against the side of their hand, pastel stationary, silk pillows, rosewater.

Tattooist Jeon Jungkook and Reader (Y/N).

Genre: Fluffy.

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As the sun lit up the night sky, its rays of pure liquid gold streamed into the bedroom, illuminating the sleeping girl he had come to love so much in pure golden rays.

There you laid, hair splayed out over the silk pillow case, the golden rays illuminating the natural shades of brown held within your hair.

He sat at the desk across the room, watching the girl he loved in admiration.

His eyes trace her sleeping form, a smile weaving its way onto his lips.

You two were a perfect fit for each other. You liked the same type of things, we’re equally shy and extremely introverted. Classic reads lined the bookshelf, accompanied by the leather-bound sketchbooks he had filled.

You often marvelled at his sketches, their precision and realism in capturing a single moment making you eyes wide. When he drew, he often liked to watch her reactions, how her eyes grew bigger and a smile would grace her lips in an upturned grin.

“Jungkook” she’d say, “How the hell do you do this so perfectly?”

He often shrugged in reply, twirling the pencil between his fingers.

Despite his talent in drawing, it was you who often annotated for him. Your loopy, cursive primary school handwriting made him smile in wonder. He was curious as to how you could turn simple printed letters into a word, a sentence, even paragraphs that just simply looked gorgeous.

You were his muse.

Perhaps his tattooing had gotten better because of you, because of the sense of inspiration he collected from you. Or maybe it was the way he took inspiration from little things you did - quirky to him, but repetitive for you.

The black ink that swirled around his biceps and down to his wrist was something you loved about him. Each own artwork had its backstory, a journey that truely captured his personality.

You loved to see him sketch up his own designs for another tattoo, the rhythmic sound of pencil on paper filling you with the same emotions of those receiving the tattoo. Excitement, adrenaline, nervousness, anxiousness.

And it was the same on this very morning.

He often drew you in a pastel light. It had sprung to his mind when he’d seen you in the park, laughing as the pastel pink buds of cherry blossom encased you both.

Even now, after all these years, he would still draw you in the same pastel pink. There was just something about the way the black grey colours meddled with the shade.

Hand smudged in graphite, he looked up at you again.

The sunlight held its rosy rays upon your face, framing just how delicate you were in a spontaneous vunerable moment.

He tried to capture it. From the bridge of your nose, to the flutter of your eyelashes. But even his memory could not capture how you looked right now, nor could it capture his stirring emotions of love and adoration.

“What are you drawing?”

Her voice was soft from behind him, laced with sleep.

“You actually.”

The patting of feet on hard wooden floors told him he would soon be encased by her scent. The sensation of hair on skin as she pressed her face to his neck was warm and welcoming, fingers on tattooed skin filling him with a sense of relaxation.

She had only one tattoo, done by the boy himself. Months of drafting and putting off had gone by before you finally let him do it.

He could remember that day as if it was yesterday - she was so nervous as he placed the stencil onto her inner bicep. He had checked to make sure she’d definitely wanted to go through with it, kneeling down infont of her with a hand on your shoulder. But she never backed out. Nodding, eyes shut, she was reluctant to let go of her hold on his wrist.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to let go of my wrist.”

She immediately jerked her hand back, eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Shit,” She swore. “I’m sorry.”

As the needle went to skin, he made jokes to calm her.

From the classic “Why did the chicken cross the road?” To the creative “knock knock”, she grew unaware of the needles pressing into her skin, and instead found humor in the pain.

“Come back to bed.” she whispered.

And as easily as that, he allowed himself to bed guided back to the bed, which now encased the two of them in a glow. His graphite stained fingers found your tattoo, tracing the simple quote that you had written out countless amount of times. But in the end, it was his simple printed letters that made your tattoo so much more special.

“Breathe,” It said.

It served as a reminder for the both of you to just stop and simply take a breath every once in a while. Keep on breathing.

But once again, she was encased in his tattooed arms - safe, warm. The bright beginnings of the day trapped you both in a peaceful state, unaware of the day to day troubles you would soon face in the next unfolding hours.

The beginnings that were so rare, they almost preserved your relationship in what it was - liquid gold.

Special, unique and even more vunerable then ever.

[jongensuu-blog]

🐰💜 VKOOKY 💜🐰 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ #bts #btsbomb #btsv #kimtaehyung #taehyung #maknaeline #btsjungkook #jungkook #jungkooky #funnyjungkook #cutejungkook #v #vkook #vkooky #army #armybomb #armyv #armyjungkook #jeonjungkook https://www.instagram.com/p/ByNJSk8oMm3/?igshid=vr0x3gc0ztgv

[spikexsummers]

❝Bad girls do it well❞

[mybaechimchim]

if theres someone saying that they dont want to squish this little creature...

IDK ITS JUST YOURE NOT HUMAN

cr: @gguksdick (instagram)

[everyday6]

cutejungkook answered your question “LETS END THIS DISCOURSE”

8C IS NORMAL nOT 0C OR 30C WIJAGAGAG

YOU’RE CLOSER TO MY SIDE OF THE SPECTRUM SO I COUNT THAT AS A POINT THANK!!!! @jaechicken SEE????????

[lawrencegarte]

cutejungkook replied to your photo “the ol family group chat”

SHE JUST CASUALLY THREATENS YOUR MOM SGIJGEOGJ

sometimes i forget that my family is rly,, fuCkign weird hsdjladjkhjag

[johnnyseod-remade]

⭐️ love you !! 💞

[ autumn colours, leaves that fall and crunch when you step on them, cloudy skies heavy with rain, birds flying overhead, that first drop of rain, windy nights, cups of hot cocoa, pumpkin patches, sleeping in, old jazz music, fairy lights ]

send me a ‘★’ and i’ll tell you things n aesthetics that remind me of you

[royharpers]

came for the friendship stayed for the i love u brenna

honestly? totally honest? i would die for you mackenzie,, i would walk through the overpass at lunch time for you,,,,,

Came for the _______. Stayed for the _______.

[exo-btsgamgi]

I wish they wouldn’t cover up his tattoos honestly 😂 __ _ _ _ _ _ #cutejungkook #btskookie #jungkookoppa #btskimseokjin #worldwidehandsome #jungkookiebts #btshobi #btslilmeowmeow #kimtaehyungbts #namjoonie #chimchimbts #jinkook #taejin #2seok #yoonjin #namjin #jinmin #memebts #btsconcert2019 #btsfunnyvideos (at Seoul, Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6OtM1ypsb6/?igshid=dbp4qtqnyrwj

[jsaden]

aww

jungoo cutely tapping namjoon to translate that he’s been painting 🥺

[junghosoks]

ohhh 🎨🙈?

this one!! not only is it a delight to look at because of the amount of CuteJungkook™, but the colouring’s so pretty and natural! +the gifs are sooo smooth, not a pixel of grain to be found, and your sharpening is to die for, what witchcraft is this! ofc everything I said here applies to all of your gifs, but this one just stole my heart ❤

creators send me 🎨 & I’ll tell you my favorite of your last ten creations and why