#is it gay to look at homie like that when he takes his tie off ???????

[s--strawberry]

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a little S5E18 queerbait recopilation gif set <3

[pitaparka]

eye of the storm

request: Hi! Can you do an imagine where the reader is surfing with John B en JJ on a stormy night and she gets hurts/almost drowns?

summary: john b., reader, and jj go surfing during agatha. they get hurt and the boys fuss and care for them. 

pairings: jj x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: near death experience, near drowning, large cuts

a/n: no super huge romance, just some friendly post trauma kisses. nothin gay about kissin your homies. big love

You shouldn’t have gone with them in the first place, but by the time you realized the tides were too rough for you, for anyone, it was too late.

The waves were frothy white, loud, and gorgeous. It was impossible not to feel tempted by them, by mother nature’s intense beauty. They surged high, rolling in on themselves before pushing in as far as they could onto the beach.

At first, you weren’t going to go in. You were going to stand around, watching them in the cold rain, making sure they didn’t drown or get hurt. It was stupid, you thought, as they blared music in the van, harsh winds and pelting rains sounding loudly against the metal, almost pushing John B. off the road a few times.

But the crash of the waves and the peaks of the crests, the strong pulling of the tide at your bare, sandy feet were too much for you. It courses adrenaline through your veins at an unfiltered rate. The sides of the beach were blown out, so you’d have to stay in the middle. You’d be able to live with that.

As JJ and John B. paddled out into the water, you retreated back to the van, where your board sat, begging to be used in the storm.

Paddling out into the ocean, you feel how intense the current is. You have to duck under many waves before you get one that’s salvageable.

It’s incredible to see through the barrel of the wave, but only for a second, as the wave changes and you’re under the water, eyes and lungs stinging. Your hand catches your board before you go too far down, and you wait the wave out, before pulling yourself onto the board, stomach flat on the hardwood finish and paddling out further. You have to duck under the waves that have already started to swell, but you have a good feeling about one far out, forming in the distance.

You see the break line and you’re off, paddling as hard as you can to catch it before it peaks. Before you know it you’re up on the board, and you make the bottom turn, cutting through the wave like a knife, balanced out and eyes the clearest they’ve been all week. You curve up, and then back in, watching the water crest right in front of you. But the whole wave closes out at the same time and you go under again, water in your eyes and ears. The wave turns you over in the swell, and you start swimming back to the surface.

Only, you’re not. You feel the tug on your leg, and you realize you’re swimming in the wrong direction. Using all your strength, you make it to the top, but are pushed back under in another swell, breathless and disoriented.

You pull your leg up to find your strap, panicking, and climb it up to where your board was, getting pulled viciously toward the beach in another wave. You swim up to the top, finally getting some air, and try to find your board. You pant as you wipe your face, but you can see another wave coming. You go under as it crests right above you, and your lungs sting. You come up coughing.

After the wipe out you don’t realize how close you are to the rocks near the pier until you’re on top of them, scraping your legs and the palms of your hands. The ocean is pure white there, all froth and harsh currents. But it’s not as strong as the waves in the middle. You pull your board into you, and decide you’ve had enough for the day, when you see John B. on  the beach, board in hand. You wipe your face again, and sit upright on your board. You survey the water and are surprised to see JJ making his way over to you. His hair is curled over onto his face, almost like a wave itself, his chest bare and his arms moving hard.

“Rocks!” You yell out to caution him, but he’s pulling his board to his chest and ducking under a wave.

He’s almost close enough to hear you when you watch him wince. He must’ve caught himself on a rock.

“You okay?” He yells, and you’re nodding, ready to go back in. He’s by your side and grabbing your arm to keep himself next to you. You grab his knee and feel the waves rock the two of you steadily.

“What happened?” He asks, and you know what he means but it’s too dangerous to hold a conversation out here.

“Let’s go in!” You yell over the swell, and he watches you with concerned eyes for a moment, before he makes you go first. It’s not as bad just riding the waves in, and as soon as you can stand, John B. is in the water, taking your board for you and walking alongside you.

You get to dry sand and rip the velcro off of your ankle. The waves are still loud, but at least now you can hear when John B. tells you, “You’re bleeding.”

You look down and see the culprit: a large scrape down the entire side of your calf, which stings with the salty air. He puts your board down in the sand and kneels down by it to get a better look when JJ makes it in too. He drops his board to the sand and doesn’t even bother unstrapping himself from his board.

“You okay? We saw you wipe out pretty bad,” JJ says, and there’s no pride in his voice. Just concern.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I just cut my leg on the rocks over there,” you say, watching John B inspect the cut.

“I think I have a first aid kit in the car. We have towels too,” John B. informs, and he picks up your surfboard and his own, waiting for you to start walking.

JJ is on you in a second, throwing your arm over his shoulder, his board under his other arm, as his hand wraps around your side. You smile and hobble with him over to John B.’s van.

The walk is silent save for the wind, and is entirely awkward.

“You’re shaking still,” JJ whispers to you as he sits you down on the floor of the van.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply. He moves to the back of the van as John B. starts it up. You wipe your sandy feet carefully on the asphalt before JJ comes back with a towel, pressing it carefully to the cut.  You wince.

“Sorry,” he mutters, lifting it off the cut to inspect the blood. He places it gently back down and applies pressure.

“Ugh, JJ stop doing that. I’m gonna pass out,” you tease, but JJ is not laughing. He glares up at you, and you watch him with warm eyes.

John B. enters from the other side of the van and closes the door, surfboards piled up in the back. He looks under the seat and finds an old first aid kit, probably from when his dad bought the van. It’s dusty and yellow and disgusting looking. He sits down behind you and starts going through it. You turn to him.

“If you take anything from there and touch me with it I’m gonna drive home and leave you here,” you say, and JJ chuckles.

“Be careful, man, she’s bleeding. There’s no telling what she’ll actually do,” JJ says, and he tries to tie the towel around your cut. He’s having a hard time.

“Come inside, you’re gonna catch a cold,” you tell JJ, but he ignores you. Until he laughs out loud.

“A hoe never gets cold,” John B. says from behind you, and JJ remarks, “Hey! I was gonna say that!”

You shake your head and roll your eyes.

“That’s not true. I’m freezing,” you tell the boys, and they both laugh, which fades into silence between you three as John B. puts the kit back under the seat and JJ finishes tying the towel.

There’s a radio station playing ads from the front seat.

“Get in. I’ll close the door,” JJ says, and you scoot backwards as he hops into the back, sliding the door behind him. John B. strategically maneuvers his way into the front of the van. JJ sits next to you, inspecting your fingers and bending them, as if to make sure they’re all in working order.

“You scared us, y’know,” John B. comments from the front. You rest your head on JJ’s shoulders as he notices your scratched palms that have since stopped bleeding.

“It’s okay,” you chide, and JJ runs the pads of his fingers over the cuts.

“It’s just a bad wipeout. It happens all the time to you guys,” you explain, and you feel JJ kiss the top of your head. You pull away to look at him, eyes wide, but he’s not looking at you anymore. He’s watching the rain pelt the window on his side. You two should probably be in seats, but it doesn’t matter at this point.

He refuses to look at you, so you don’t make him. Instead, you place your head back on his shoulder, bring his own palm up to your lips, and plant soft, inaudible kisses there.

You feel him smile as John B. takes his time cruising down the highway.

[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTEEN〛

"Jungkook!" A loud voice boomed, instantly snapping Jungkook's attention.

He turned around, as if in slow motion, the hallways seeming lighter and prettier than usual, everyone parting ways and standing by the sides, watching Jungkook with wide eyes. It's like there were fairy lights hung on the walls, sunlight drowning out the washed floorboards.

Jungkook saw him. Taehyung, walking up to him, wearing a suit and tie, and holding a pink rose in his hand. Jungkook's breath hitched, and suddenly he heard faint music playing in the background. Like an accordian playing in the streets of Paris.

Taehyung walked up to him, eyebrows dark as always, hair swept back. Jungkook felt Taehyung grab his hand, and a gasp left the lips of everyone around him.

Wind rushed past Jungkook, making his hair move with the wind. Taehyung brought the flower forward, and then tucked it behind Jungkook's ear.

"I want you to be mine." Taehyung's raspy voice spoke, and the french cliche romantic music got louder. "All mine." Taehyung continued.

Jungkook felt his heart beating rapidly. "Y-yours?"

"My boyfriend." Taehyung whispered, and then grabbed Jungkook and twirled him around, and then caught him by the waist instantly, dragging him close, the smaller boy letting out a gasp.

"I like you, Jungkook." Taehyung continued, and Jungkook gulped. "Marry me?"

Jungkook froze, and then Taehyung shook his shoulders. "Jungkook?" He asked, and then shook his shoulders again. "Jungkook!"

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook opened his eyes wide and saw the ceiling, realising he was on his bed. Jungkook pitifully turned to the side, hitting his bed with his fists.

"What the fuck is wrong with you- you were squealing in your sleep!" Jimin snapped, and then hit Jungkook with a pillow.

Jungkook sat up, kicking Jimin's ass. "Fuck off! I was having a good dream."

"Ooh, what about?" Jimin asked, having successfully woken Jungkook up. Jungkook got up from the bed, walking into the washroom with annoyance- grabbing his phone while walking to it.

"Your mom."

"Shut up."

Jungkook walked into the washroom, closing the door behind him. Once he did, he whined to himself, sliding against the door and onto the floor.

He thought the dream was real.

And his heart... was beating... so fucking fast. He didn't know why. But the idea of Taehyung giving him a pink rose and asking him to be his boyfriend?? Fucking legendary. Jungkook felt his heart flutter uncontrollably, an uneasy feeling in his tummy.

He opened his phone, seeing a snapchat by Taehyung. He got almost a little excited and clicked it open, and then saw-

V hey lol i have a boner

V wanna suck me off?

Jungkook let out a disdainful sigh, and rolled his eyes, deciding to answer him.

Jungkook no its like 8 am

V dick sucking got no time limit

Jungkook cant u at least text me 'good morning' or 'did you sleep well' before texting me stuff like this

V good morning how was your day did you sleep well Can you suck my dick

Jungkook i hate you

V is that a no

Jungkook rolled his eyes again, getting up from the icky washroom door. To think Taehyung would message him for any other reason except him having a boner... Jungkook really thought.

He quickly took a shower and brushed his teeth and all that and walked out. Him and Jimin then left their room and walked towards the cafeteria.

"By the way, you and V seem really close lately." Jimin commented, and Jungkook hummed.

"Yeah." He said, nervous.

"What happened? I mean, the two of you hated each other. But suddenly you're best friends."

"Things change, I guess." Jungkook chuckled awkwardly, and Jimin hummed, letting the topic go.

They reached the cafeteria, and Jungkook saw the boys sitting at their table, and while walking towards them- heard Jin say- "Owls are basically the same as lobsters and here's why. In 1876 when-"

"I can't deal with this shit. I'm gonna go take a walk." Jungkook said, and Jimin nodded to him, walking over to hear the discussion for himself.

Jungkook turned around to walk out of the cafeteria. His thoughts were all over the place. Suddenly instead of wanting to have Taehyung push him against a wall- he wanted Taehyung to hold him tight and kiss him. He wanted to hear him talk for hours and wanted to watch.. movies with him.. or other gay stuff. Ugh!

"Jungkook!" Jungkook heard while walking down the hallways, and turned around slowly.

He saw Taehyung walking towards him, red bandana, black shirt, sweatpants. He had a small smile on his face.

Just seeing Taehyung made Jungkook's stomach take a somersault. He saw Taehyung walk closer, and then grab Jungkook's waist. Jungkook's breath hitched in his throat when he saw Taehyung lean in a little.

"Your ass looks tight as fuck in those shorts, Jeon." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook instantly groaned and pulled away, turning around.

"I thought you were gonna say something nice!" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung began walking behind him, frowning.

"How was that not something nice? I just said your ass looked tight! That's a compliment if I've ever heard one." Taehyung said, and Jungkook stopped and turned around.

"Well why can't you compliment my face? Or how nice my hair looks? Or my eyes? Or maybe my personality?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung scoffed.

"Listen, I'd fuckin' compliment your personality if I could put my dick in it."

"I hate you." Jungkook grumbled, and Taehyung grabbed his arm, rolling his eyes.

"What? What'd I say? You always get mad at me, Jeon." Taehyung said, and Jungkook got pulled towards him. "What do you want me to say?"

Jungkook paused for a little, looking at Taehyung. He looked down for a couple of seconds, and then shook his head. "Nothing."

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's chin, lifting it up. He looked behind Jungkook to ensure no one was there, and then leaned in, drawing himself closer to Jungkook's lips. Jungkook twitched excitedly and leaned up, but then they heard some voices.

"Hey what are you guys doing-"

Taehyung pushed Jungkook away kind of hard, and Jungkook fell onto the ground. Taehyung turned around in an instant, seeing Yoongi and Hoseok.

"Hey! Guys! It's- we' we were just walking around. Y'know. Talking. About- um- girls." Taehyung said quickly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Y'know. About- t-tits- and- and. Um- ..Vagina." Taehyung let out, and then covered his face with his hand when he realised what he just said.

"Okay.. cool." Hoseok said, a little confused by his outburst. Jungkook was still on the floor, waiting for Taehyung to turn around. "Anyways.. we were going to hang out in the lounge. Wanna join?"

"Sure." Taehyung said, and Yoongi and Hoseok nodded and turned around to walk away. "V!" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung turned around. Taehyung reached his hand down, and Jungkook let him grab his own- but Taehyung yanked him into a standing position.

"You should've made out no one was there." Taehyung grumbled, and turned around to walk away. Jungkook rolled his eyes, following Taehyung with his head hanging a little low.

Jungkook followed him down the stairs, and when they reached the bottom floor where no one was, Taehyung sighed. "Will you stop pouting!" Taehyung snapped, turning to face him.

Jungkook frowned, seeing Taehyung walk closer to him. "I-I was just-"

Taehyung grabbed him and kissed him really hard, and Jungkook got a little surprised, fumbling to grab Taehyung's arms. Taehyung squeezed his waist and then pulled away, breathing heavily, looking at Jungkook with darkened eyes.

"Sorry." Taehyung said quickly, and Jungkook looked up. "For- um- kissing you. You just.. look really cute when you pout." Taehyung mumbled, and then took a step back, clearing his throat.

Jungkook felt his cheeks tinting rosy red, and felt his stomach explode with butterflies. "And.. sorry for trying to kiss you in public. That was my fault. Shouldn't have gotten mad at you for that." Taehyung said quickly, and Jungkook reached forward, wiping something off Taehyung's shirt.

"I'm glad you apologised. I'm sorry too.." Jungkook trailed, and then reached his hand up to Taehyung's chin. "..for being so cute." Jungkook giggled when Taehyung slapped his ass, and they both turned around, continuing to walk.

They reached the lounge and walked towards it. Jungkook peeked inside the room and saw his friends standing around. Jimin saw Jungkook and waved at him, gesturing at him to come inside- but then Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's arm, pulling him away and against the wall.

"Listen." Taehyung said, and Jungkook hummed. "This seems kinda boring. Do you wanna go to the mall?"

Jungkook paused. "The mall?" Jungkook let out, and Taehyung nodded, and pressed his thumbs to Jungkook's waist.

"Yeah, yeah- we could shop a little, eat some food- ooh! Go to the arcade!" Taehyung suggested, and Jungkook felt his heart beating faster.

"Y-you wanna go with me? Alone?" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung snickered, as if it was obvious. "Well, yeah. It'd be fun, y'know?"

Jungkook nodded hastily. "Yeah. Lots of fun." Jungkook said in a small voice, and Taehyung smiled.

Taehyung turned away from him and began walking away, and Jungkook walked quickly to catch up with him. Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook.

"It's a date." Taehyung winked, and Jungkook stopped there right in his steps.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod-

"A-a date?" Jungkook squeaked out, and then heard a snicker.

"I'm joking, Jeon. Chill. We're just going out as- as friends. Pals. Bros. Homies-"

"I get it." Jungkook said with a giggle as they walked down the steps and towards the exit of the school building.

"What? Do you.. want it to be a date-"

"No." Jungkook blurted out, looking at Taehyung. "Of course not."

Taehyung let out a phew. "Good. That'd be weird as fuck." Taehyung commented, and Jungkook nodded.

They continued walking, and Jungkook's mind distracted him endlessly. It's not a date, Jungkook reminded himself. Stop thinking it's a date. You're just 2 dudes going to the mall to hang out together. It's not a big deal.

Jungkook felt his stomach do flip flops. It's a date, his mind blurted, and then he cringed at himself, and at how his heart raced at that.

He knew what this feeling was, but he refused to admit it to himself. But he knew damn well what it was. He realised it the night in the art room.

He caught feelings for Taehyung.

Aka, the only thing you shouldn't do with a fuckbuddy.

Fuck.

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