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onlyswan · 2 years ago

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summary: in which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, angst / word count: 4.1k

content/warnings: i love you i want us both to eat well T_T sigh. oc has abandonment issues pls protect at all costs + oc is worried bc jk is working so hard :( + a worm (???) cameo. ily protective and hopeless romantic iw!jk <3 the ending 🥲💔 this drabble literally goes 📈📉

> in which masterlist!

note: *insert my melody mugshot scene* me if planting puzzle pieces in my drabbles + making oc cry (IM SORRY) were a crime. this was sm fun writing <3 i cried and laughed they’re so precious </3

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“jungkook, baby?”

your silky voice fills the quiet apartment as you pad across the floor. you’re carrying your heeled mary janes by its straps, leaving you only in your white socks.

“babe?”

you frown as the seconds pass and you receive no response from your lover. there’s no music playing, no rustling somewhere in the kitchen or the living room. the lights are dim like they usually are, but the vivid colors are absent.

him? asleep at 9pm? jeon jungkook? it can’t be, but you’d be delighted to finally see him resting early if it was real.

and so, spurred by that tiny glimmer of hope, you carefully crack the bedroom door open, as if you’re fifteen again and you just came back from sneaking out of the house.

but you’re grown now; you live in a building with complete strangers for neighbors. you just got home from work, and you’re no longer used to sleeping alone because you share the bed with another person.

you find it empty. devoid of any creases, sign of life. as neat as a hotel room’s make believe that no one lived there until two hours prior.

the disappointment weighs down on your shoulders, causing them to drop.

he didn’t tell you he was going somewhere else after practice, you think to yourself as your lips permanently shape into a pout. what happened to going out with you for dinner?

agreeing, your empty stomach grumbles angrily.

maybe he got caught up at work. maybe he’s on his way home. maybe he’s on his way to the restaurant and he’s about to text you to come over. maybe he forgot about your plans and he’s having dinner with somebody else.

whatever the reason is, you’re too lazy and tired to whip up something edible on your own. with or without him, you’re going out and you’re stuffing your mouth full with rice and meat. after all, autumn is here, your dear old friend.

in search for a coat that will accompany you in your late-night stroll, you enter the walk-in closet and flip on the lightswitch.

you can count them with just your fingers— the amount of times you’ve felt this type of fear. absent eyes, melting spine, chills running to the top of your head down to your fingertips, mind racing with an overload of thoughts (it appears as a blank page, the same way that white is the presence of all colors of visible light). this fear… you associate it with impulsive mistakes, fire, police and ambulance sirens, and… empty closets.

jungkook’s side of the closet is empty.

clothes. shoes. bucket hats. beanies. belts. everything. gone.

but the floor is scattered with random pieces of clothing that look like they accidentally fell while someone was in a rush to pack them all in a bag. so in a rush that they didn’t even bother to pick them up.

your weak knees almost give way, but you force yourself to stumble backwards until your back hits the doorframe— you refuse to let yourself look like you’ve been carelessly discarded too.

not again. not again. not this goddamn vicious curse you thought you’ve already broken out of. not. again.

you blink away the tears threatening to spill as you scramble to open the zipper of your bag, but they spill anyway when your shoes clatter to the floor. you flinch at the thunderous sound, clutching your phone tightly against your chest. you keep your eyes closed throughout the defeaning silence that comes after.

the empty space mocks you. it knows your intricate design was not meant to live in an empty home.

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

anyone would be foolish to leave you; it’s only jungkook who could have you mourning the death of the garden you’ve given the past five years of your life to.

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jungkook returns to the apartment half an hour later. despite the long, grueling hours of dance practice he nearly didn’t survive, the excitement vibrating through his body is manifested through the lightness of his movements. he’s finally seeing his lover for the first time today… awake.

when he brought his natural body warmth along with him to the bathroom this morning, you sunk yourself further into mattress, beneath the thick blankets and against the soft pillows. by the time he had to give you your obligatory goodbye kiss before he leaves for work (or else you’d sulk about it for the rest of the week), half of your face has been hidden from sight. he was only able to press a loving kiss on your forehead, and then your eyelids that were fluttering as you dreamt.

night time comes and he is still deprived of the sight of your beautiful face? he somberly wonders as he finds you slumped over the dining table; he swears that there is a dark rain cloud hovering above you. your arms are thrown over the hardwood as they serve as a makeshift pillow for your vessel— his little firefly curiously bleak.

“baby? are you sick?” he asks, voice dripping with concern as he tenderly rubs your back.

the legs of the chair screeches against the tiled floor, neglectedly pushed behind.

“kook?” you manage to choke out, frantically sitting up once your muddled brain registered the familiarity of his touch on your bare skin.

his heart drops to his stomach as your tear-stained face comes into view. this isn’t how he envisioned your greeting; it usually came in the form of a bright light not harsh as the sunlight, a softness that begs to be held.

“are you crying?!”

your reply only comes out as a pitiful whimper. he stumbles a step backwards when you unceremoniously jump into his embrace, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. he gets a whiff of your sweet perfume, and then it becomes the air that he breathes, but he doesn’t have much time to revel in it.

“baby!”

he squeezes your waist taut against his body, affectionately nosing at your cheek before giving you a kiss. “did something happen? tell me- tell me.”

“jungkook,” your voice cracks as you utter his name, sounding almost like a plea, and then an endless string of heartbreaking sobs comes out muffled against his shirt. “where have you been?”

this sends him into a state of panic. seeing you in pain— it’s his biggest weakness. after all, you are his achilles�� heel.

“why? why, why, why?” you’re weak and pliant as he pulls your arms down, collapsing against his chest when he envelopes you in his embrace. he cradles your head in his palm, soothing you with gentle pats and shushes. “shh, shhh- it’s okay, i’m here now. everything’s okay, you hear me?”

his efforts prove to be fruitless, because you only seem to cry harder as he slowly rocks your bodies back and forth.

you shake your head, hands attempting to hold on to the back of his shirt to regain sensation in your limbs, but they miserably fail and fall on the sides of his hips.

“talk to me… please, mhmm?“ he hums quietly, pressing his soft lips to your temple. “tell me what’s wrong and your boyfriend will take care of it.”

from your sniffles to your hiccups, you remain unable to form any coherent response, and it leads his imagination to construct the worst possible scenarios. he feels his stomach turn with uneasiness, jaw clenching as he carefully pulls away to meet you eye-to-eye.

“did someone touch you? hurt you?” he spits out with urgency, and the unparalleled care he displays puts you in a daze, simply dumbfounded as he strokes your face. “huh, baby? just tell me and i’ll take care of the rest.”

now that you’re being reminded that jungkook could quite literally kill a person with his bare hands if they ever inflict harm on you, the fog is clearing up and you feel so incredibly… stupid.

but that’s more the reason why it’s difficult not to be sensitive when it comes to him; his absence proves to be lethal.

“shit, you’re scaring me.” he breathes out shakily as he taps your cheek lightly to bring you back to him, the distant look in your eyes triggering the emergency alarms in his head.

he unconsciously licks his lips and he tastes your tears; he doesn’t want anybody else to ever come this close.

“okay, okay- let’s put that aside for now. what do you need? should we go to bed and rest instead?”

“i thought you left,” you whisper as you hang your head in shame.

he blinks at you in confusion. “to where? my flight isn’t until next week, baby.”

fantastic! now you sound like the most dramatic, clingiest bitch to ever grace the planet. you bury your face in your hands to hide the battle zone between your heart and mind, but your boyfriend seizes your wrists because he can’t bear another second of it.

“is-is that why you’re upset…?” he asks with not a trace of malice or ridicule. he is only filled with guilt as it dawns on him then— how you’ve only gotten used to always having him around four years into your relationship, when he was taking a break from work.

the changes in his life are also changes in yours, but they still affect you in many different ways.

“then just come with me. i’ll make it work. maybe we can extend for a bit, spend an entire day by ourselves- there’s a lot of museu-”

“i thought you left,” you repeat yourself, exposed and vulnerable, vision swallowed by the darkness because you can’t make yourself look at him. “your clothes… they’re gone, and i was calling but you… you weren’t answering my calls so i thought…”

“my clothes?” he exclaims, eyes going wide as he realizes that they’ve accidentally slipped from his mind. “ahh, i thought about cleaning the closet while waiting for you so i moved everything to the other room!”

you open your mouth to speak, but much to your chagrin, no words come out. you purse your lips as your chin wobbles— the new wave of tears in your eyes mimic shiny crystals.

“____!”

and at the stern mention of your name, you know that you’re about to receive a (loving) scolding from your boyfriend. your lips curve into a frown before a sob inevitably escapes past them.

“why would you think that? why would i leave you? that doesn’t make sense at all, does it…?”

you shake your head, hugging him so tight, possibly tighter than you’ve ever done before. between your bodies, his heart is being unbearably wrung.

“i’m sorry, baby. seeing you cry like this breaks my heart…” he closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the side of your head. “but why would that be the first thing you think of…? i must be doing something wrong, right? have i been too busy with work? am i neglecting you?”

you’re breathless, a little dizzy— bloodshot eyes meeting his that are now gleaming with sadness. “no, it’s not like that! i just panicked, i couldn’t think straight.”

“are you sure?”

he looks at you skeptically, scanning your face.

“baby-” his voice breaks, then he pauses with his gaze still trained on you. “okay, i’m sorry. i… should’ve thought about what cleaning the closet would look like.”

“i was just being stupid.” you give him a small smile, rubbing your eyes to chase away the burning sensation. “sorry for scaring you.”

“stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” he tuts, pushing your wrists aside to cup your face in his hands, much gentler in comparison to your own self. his thumbs draw shapes on your soft skin, and then out of the blue, he curiously squeezes one of the space buns on top of your head. “wow, this is so pretty?”

“huh…? oh, thanks.” you mumble, still feeling out of it.

“this, too.” the white silk ribbon wrapped prettily around your neck, he means, which he hooks a finger on to tug lightly. it matches the lace straps on your shoulders that falls across the underbust of your dress, tied together to form a ribbon in the middle of it. that makes two, so clasically you.

and while it may be partly true that he’s trying to lighten the atmosphere, he just can’t defy the urge to express his admiration for you, even in a situation like this. he’s perpetually love-drunk.

“thank you.” you nod, shyly looking away to sniffle. “but you’re the reason why my makeup is ruined… need to wash it off before we go.”

“you’re beautiful either way, baby.”

“i know.” you scoff. “would you date me for five years if i wasn’t?”

he releases a throaty chuckle, capturing your lips in his with a smile of endearment that he fails to subdue.

“you’re so fucking cute. i love you-” he says with merely an inch of distance between you.

he grunts in melodramatic anguish, overcome by the insensity of his affections overflowing past the brim of his very being, leaning so close that the edge of the table digs into your lower back, surely to leave a temporary mark.

and he carries on to kiss you so many times that you lose count; you can only melt as you collect them in that bottomless pocket located somewhere in your soul, where all the love you’ve received across lifetimes is recorded to prove i was once here.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. i’m never leaving. you’re stuck with me and bam forever.”

if the time comes that the two of you break up, who would bam come home to? jungkook stubbornly refuses to have that conversation.

however, you still can’t let go of something, and you pout as you shove him lightly. unsurprisingly, his strong build doesn’t budge at all.

“but why didn’t you answer my calls?” at last, you gain enough energy to complain, but your face grows hot as the urge to cry returns. “i mean, what else was i supposed to think?!”

jungkook is struck by yet another lightning.

may the heavens have mercy, he’s been making you angry more than usual lately.

“shit, i forgot. i turned off my phone.” he mutters under his breath, feeling extremely regretful that he was not reachable when you needed him most to be. “i wanted to focus only on you tonight. what do they call it again…? leaving work at work?”

he winces guiltily.

“i’m sorry. maybe it wasn’t a smart idea.”

“no, i like that.” you almost interrupt him from talking because of how fast you are to brush off his apology.

he makes a mental note of it— the way you’re gripping at his shirt in small fists. you’re tense and overwhelmed; you need him to stay close.

“leave work at work. focus on me, and let me be your rest.”

unbeknownst to you, jungkook bites back his tears then. after all this time, he still gets mesmerized by the tenderness that naturally governs your every word and action; he thinks that he needs you more than you need him.

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“just eat, baby. i’ll cook the meat for us.” jungkook coos at you as he cuts more meat into bite-sized pieces using a pair of kitchen shears.

“okay, then i’ll make sure that you eat.” you grin excitedly, dragging your chair closer to his.

you set down the tongs, grabbing your chopsticks to pick up a cooked piece of pork belly from the grill. you don’t forget to blow on it, mindful of burning his tongue.

of course, you don’t want to hurt him, but it would be especially painful for him as a singer.

“ahhh-” still busy with cooking, jungkook opens wide at your cue, catching the meat in between his teeth.

“rice,” he demands as he chews.

you scoop up rice from your bowl, and he devours it happily as he continues to flip the strips of pork belly lined up across the grill.

“mmhmm, it’s so delicious!” he dramatically says out loud. his eyebrows are knitted together and his legs are bouncing under the table, tell-tale signs of him enjoying the food.

witnessing this kind of reaction, any chef would be happy to slave away in the kitchen to serve him a meal. you recognize it in the smile of the owner after jungkook ordered more side dishes, and the way he dashed through the door to reduce the waiting time.

“yah, feed yourself, too!” jungkook chides you after you feed him meat three times in a row, but with an open palm that catches the juice that drips from the kimchi, you still tap your chopsticks against his lips. he spares it a glance before catching it using his tongue.

“i am!” you then rush to wrap a piece of pork belly in lettuce, dipping it into ssamjang before stuffing it into your mouth.

“good job, baby.” he grins in satisfaction, rubbing your back as praise. this makes you preen. “make sure to eat lots, got it?”

but then you’re back to spoiling him rotten, this time with an egg roll. so far, he has only touched his own chopsticks twice.

“i just told you to eat first!”

you glare at him, pouting. “but you worked so hard practicing today and you haven’t even eaten properly yet.”

he is too busy with work, and it’s not news that you’ve been worried sick about his health. it’s difficult to watch him work himself to the bone, but no one truly has the power to stop jungkook from doing what he wants, sometimes not even himself. and you find it impossible to fault him for it when you know that everything he does is done out of love. from the vigorous vocal and dance lessons, and to the deep cleaning of the apartment because his baby has been developing an allergy to dust.

“you need to make it up to your body. here, please?”

he loves being loved, jungkook thinks to himself as he eats the egg roll whole.

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you were already prepared to go home after dinner, but your night owl for a boyfriend insisted on going on a walk at the park because he wanted to, and you quote, ‘see you awake for a little while longer,’ or whatever the hell he meant by that.

with his tattooed arm protectively swung over your shoulder, you’re engulfed in a wave of nostalgia. for the first two years of your relationship, before you started living together, you only met with each other at night, save for the very rare day-offs that he got. the only places that are still open after midnight are nightclubs, fastfood chains, convenience stores… and well, parks.

and he would always hold you close like this to make you feel safe, and the rest of you melts away while the side of your ribcage that he is pressed against remains to shelter your heart. on the contrary, you also remember how your bodies used to be so tense. you wanted to sacrifice more sleep and to walk to the other side of the park, of the street, to that other convenience store five blocks away because this one didn’t have the flavor of ice cream you wanted, anything… just… anything so you could be with each other ten minutes more.

and it was cold. it was always cold.

“what do you mean ‘it exploded’?”

“it seriously exploded! it was on fire! that’s why i went out to buy a new extension cord!”

“jungkook, it’s because you plug in too many things at once!” you cry out in frustration, your steps becoming heavy stomps. “i told you to stop doing that!”

“what do you mean? if it has six slots, doesn’t that mean six devices is the maximum?” he continues to stubbornly defend himself, and you can only hang your head in defeat. “otherwise, it’s a scam!”

“it is a scam! see…? they made you buy a ne-”

your sentence is cut short as your tongue gets paralyzed.

a dark and striped, long figure approaching ahead, slithering its across the grass.

your mind immediately registers it as the animal you fear most.

oh, no. no, no, no, no, no.

“jungkook,” you utter his name with a tremble.

the same fear you experienced only two hours ago holds you hostage once more, add all the hair in your body standing up and you’re as frightened as a cat.

“what’s wrong? yah! what are you doing?! baby, ba- fuck!” he sputters out as you forcefully pull him back along with you, displaying a type of strength and agility he doesn’t normally see.

the two of you continue to stumble backwards as you struggle to maintain balance, and somehow jungkook manages to switch your positions so that you’re the one who lands on top him instead of the other way around when you eventually end up as a heap on the soft earth.

he begins to feel his throat closing up at the sight of pure, genuine fear in your eyes.

“jungkook, snake- it’s small bu-”

you interrupt your own sentence with a high-pitched squeal, garnering looks from strangers moving and unmoving. in the blink of an eye, your boyfriend has swept you off your feet as if you’re light as a feather, driven by the instinct to protect the love of his life.

you cover your mouth in shock, your other arm coming up around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

you think you may have fallen for jungkook all over again.

“are you spiderman?”

he was too busy searching for the subject of your fear under dim lights, and so he looks at you in bewilderment to ask, “what was that?”

you shake your head with your wide eyes shining with faux innocence. you squeak. “nothing.”

he releases a sigh, followed by a chuckle of obvious relief and amusement as he squeezes your body closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “aigoo, my ____! why are you so scared today? what am i going to do with you…? it’s just a worm.”

“are you sure? i swear i saw it raise its head!“

“i’m sure,” he lulls you. “i think worms can do that, too?”

your face twists in an expression of mixed bewilderment and distrust.

“that i’m not sure about, but it’s really just a worm! would i still be standing here if it wasn’t?” he clicks his tongue sharply. “we need to get your eyes rechecked.”

you roll your eyes with a huff. you’ve have had enough of his teasing before it even starts.

“uh?! i’m serious over here!”

this is new— you mean bickering with jungkook in a public place isn’t, but being carried by him like a bride while it happens definitely is.

“fine, i’ll go this weekend. happy?” you fake an obedient smile. “you can put me down now.”

he blinks, and then he adjusts the way he’s holding you to ensure that your dress won’t show what’s for his eyes only— for a split second, you were flying.

“i’ll go with you,”

“okay. now put me down.“ you tap his shoulder repeatedly to prompt him to heed your words. “babe, this is embarrassing!”

“nope,” he ignores your protest with nonchalance as he resumes to walk the path you’re on, evidently enjoying the attention he’s stealing and the way you’re curling yourself smaller to hide.

“oh my god! weren’t you just complaining about your body hurting?!”

“you were scared of me leaving,” he smiles, glancing down at you. “so now i’m gluing you to myself.”

that made you quiet for a while. inside your tote, the container of kimchi, wrapped in a plastic bag, rattles with his every stride. you noticed that jungkook loved it so much, so you ordered it to go when he went to the bathroom before you were to leave the restaurant.

“you know, we used to just hold hands,” you mumble with a childish pout. “like normal people?”

“this is very normal,” he argues.

the scenery becomes more familiar as he takes the long way home.

“some would even say romantic.”

a wave of nostalgia hits, and you visibly shiver.

you don’t know if he would remember, but he has said the same exact words once before.

you scrunch your nose, supposedly to give him a look of disgust, but a giddy smile betrays you. you are five years younger again, and the night ends with the moon bidding you an adieu.

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 2 months ago

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The Vessel;; JJK

Word Count;; 1.6k

Genre;; Yandere

Pairing;; Jungkook x Reader

Summary;;

Your world is turned upside when you wake up inside a small room. More akin to a prison than a bedroom, every passing moment evokes greater terror as the room shakes in a rhythmic sway. Things only go from bad to worse when a foreboding stranger lets himself in.

Warnings;;

Dark content, kidnapping and isolation, threats of violence / the implication, bodily fluids (blood, tears and vomit). Delusional JK. Reader incurs injuries including head trauma.

Notes;;

Day Six (Cabin) of the Halloween 2k20 Prompts!

Main Masterlist || Yandere Masterlist || BTS Masterlist || Halloween 2k20

You wake with a jolt, or rather with a lurch. Heavy lids fight to stay open as you flail free of your nightmare. There’s a pounding within your skull that threatens to split you in two. Reaching for anything solid, your nails hover over the dreary grey wall. Before you have a chance to deny your reality, the room once again rocks and dips.

Without any type of steady grip you’re a victim of physics. Headfirst you collide with the wall. Your vision darkens. There’s no sound except the pain, tangible and screaming. It blossoms outward from your fingertips. Fingertips smashed between your chest and the wall, fingertips warm with blood.

Fighting to remain conscious, you avoid assessing the damage. Your stomach is already resting within your throat, the airway threatening to constrict. Breathing deep, your head lolls against the wall. Ice-cold metal bites your skin; a silent reminder of the box you’re trapped within.

There’s an unnatural chill in the air, alongside the stench of iron and salt. A small gust whips into the room when the door swings open. Shivering, you cower into a ball, using your own body as a windbreaker. When the rush subsides you allow yourself to glance over your shoulder at the intruder.

In front of the door stands a man of average stature. Atop his head is a navy blue bucket hat. Water drips from its edges. While his face is pleasant, his eyes burn dark like a wildfire. The longer you stare at him, the wider his smile grows. It’s unnerving; there isn’t a hint of his motivations nor intentions, just blind adoration.

“Goooood morning, sunshine!” he sings, swaying in tandem with the room. “We’ve hit a rough patch but it’ll pass soon. Are you hungry?”

“Who… who are you?”

His expression is quizzical for a brief moment before it morphs back into a mischievous grin. “Are we roleplaying?”

When he steps into the room his boots clang against the steel floor.

Slow. Thud. Heavy. Thud. Deliberate. Thud.

Each step reverberates against the walls before settling within your chest.

“I’ll play,” he chimes, the song melodic compared to the harsh crack of his neck. “I’ll be the nice captain who saved a sorry wretch like you. How does that sound?”

He looms over you and you slink closer to the wall. Ice claws at your back, numbing your skin. There’s no more than a foot of distance between the bed frame and his legs. Water slides down his pants, leaving a glimmering trail on the grey surface. His coat is made of the same thin material. Discomfort rumbles within your gut.

“Where am I?” you whisper, lifting your gaze to meet him.

“Is that any way to talk to your captain, wench?” he teases, placing a gloved hand on the wall beside you. He carries the scent of the ocean with him. It fills your nose before seeping down your throat. “I’m starting to think you want to be punished. Is that it?”

It takes great effort to bite back obscenities and instead say, “No, sir.”

“Oh…” He falls to his knees before you. Reverence brightens his doe eyes. Moving his hand from the wall to your face, he caresses your cheek. You flinch away from his cold touch. “I might like that a little too much.”

It’s while he’s chuckling to himself, a flush heating his cheeks, that you snap. Your hand collides with his, batting him away. Without pausing to process the indignant shock creeping across his features, you raise your legs and kick him square in the chest. He tumbles onto his haunches. A sharp exhale breaks past his lips and he winces. Leaping off the bed, you curl your toes and slam the arch of your foot against the side of his body. Soft flesh contorts around your attack.

You don’t look back at him as he yells your name. Throwing yourself toward freedom, you yank on your prison’s door. Precious seconds are wasted pulling the heavy door open wide enough for you to slip through. Even so, there’s no clear evidence of his pursuit. No footsteps, no panting, no shouting – the room fades into silence the moment you’re free of it.

The moment your eyes catch the gleam of light reflecting off a staircase, you bolt toward it. Rolling down the stairs, cold, dry, salty air licks your skin free of all moisture. Wind howls above you. Somewhere in the distance comes the splash of water lapping against steel.

Climbing two steps at a time, the metal underfoot groans and shakes. What should take mere seconds feels like an eternity. Each clatter and bang ignites terror within you. Even outside the room your world shakes and rolls, and the worst possible scenario invades your thoughts. When you breach the surface, exploding forth from the shadowy depths of the lower deck, your nightmare becomes reality.

Dark clouds gather over pitch-black water. Tumultuous waves crash against the ship’s hull. No matter which direction you look, you’re greeted with more ocean. Vomit rises into your throat, searing your esophagus until you let it loose onto the grated steel floor. The sight of it sloshing around your feet, viscous and steaming, makes you hurl once more.

“Are you unwell?”

You spin to face him. That stupid doe-eyed expression is back on his face. Concern drips from his words as he repeats himself. It’s sickening, vile even. His hand reaches for you and you bare your teeth at him. He’s unhindered as he walks, indifferent to the constant, maddening pulse of the ocean.

“You’ve been acting out quite a bit since we started our vacation, honey.”

There’s a flash of lightning in the distance. As if to really drive home how absolutely fucked you are, it illuminates the sky and sea. There’s no land in sight, no birds in view.

Just miles upon miles of nothing.

“Maybe you should lie down.”

He’s closing the distance, creeping nearer and nearer. On wobbly legs you take a step back. He makes up the loss and gains new ground in a single stride. The deck is slick beneath your hesitant feet. You stumble and slip. Collapsing onto the ship’s railing, a deep-set chill settles into your bones. Before either of you have a chance to react, another wave rocks the boat. The force pushes you into the stranger’s awaiting arms.

“Let go of me!”

“Baby, I’m wor–”

“I’m not your baby,” you spit, slamming a clenched fist against his broad chest. “Let me go!”

Round eyes narrow. All traces of his jovial nature wash away. Rage bubbles to the surface in its stead. Shadows deepen in the dips and hollows of his face. A contorted smirk taints his youthful charm. He doesn’t allow you any room to breathe as he invades your space. When you’re chest to chest, he pushes you further, herding you to the edge. Greeted again by the icy railing, your back curves around the metal bar. The stranger leans down. His weight crushes you, pressing you down onto the railing without remorse.

“You want to go?” His voice is a cold whisper against your ear. A shiver tears down your spine. Paralyzed, your body refuses to fight. “Then go.”

His grip is iron-tight as it wraps around your knee. Mumbled protests depart your lips but they’re in vain – he’s uplifting your centre of gravity, sending you over the edge. Falling over the railing, the scream you produce almost sounds disconnected from your body, as if it were someone else’s fate to drown.

Your head bounces against the hull. Raw and scratched, your vocal cords give out and you trail off into a sob. Tears mix with seawater and blood. Yet when you look down, watching the scarlet drops disappear into the murky depths, you remain several feet above the ocean. It reaches for you, hungry waves lunging for you, but you’re suspended over it, dangling precariously like a worm on a hook.

“Do you still want me to let you go, honey?”

He loosens his hold to prove he’s ready to drop you should you ask. As if you ever would. But he’s waiting for a response, forcing you to play along with his allusion to free will.

“N-no.”

“Good.”

Using his other hand as support around your back, he gives your leg a sharp tug. Pain shoots outward from your hip – just another part of you that’s going to bruise and ache tomorrow. Once you’re slumped against the inner railing, he pats your head.

“Can you walk?” he asks, his tone saccharine. His teeth are on display as he smiles, giving you an encouraging nod when you stand. All the malice is gone and his faux innocence is back. “Let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.”

“I want to go home,” you cry, nails digging into your biceps as you hold yourself.

“You’ve been talking nonsense this whole time,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to draw you close. The back of his hand is warm against your forehead. He tuts before pressing a kiss against your temple. “I think you’re coming down with something.”

“I’m not s–”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

He cradles your head, oblivious to the wounds you’ve incurred, and peppers kisses across your face. Doing a one-eighty sweep you glance out at the sea. Vast and endless, water stretches beyond the horizon. You’re stranded on this boat with a madman. Pressing a final chaste kiss against your tightened lips, he guides you toward the lower deck.

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justarkive · 4 months ago

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch 1

“For good service and cute waitresses”

pairing: pre military!jk x fuckbuddy!oc

contents: mild language, no smut (yet), fluff, humour, celeb au, very mild angst.

wc: 1.96k

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

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A/N: inspired by the iconic 97liner pics. Hi guys, this is my first id say, proper? fanfiction, im planning on making this a pretty long series ! also im posting smth i actually like, shocker! ive had secret fuck buddy oc x military!jk on my mind for so long and im so happy ive finished the part i’ve had in my notes for a hot minute! lmk what u think :> i also couldnt wait for the poll to finish before posting this haha, anyways enjoy and tysm 4 reading

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The diner is quiet tonight. Though speaking too soon may grant you with a consequence, considering its only 6pm on a Thursday. You glance at the clock realising you have a long night ahead, and complaining will utterly make everything 10x worse. What’s worse is Nari is late to her shift like usual, and your boss’ constant singing in the prep room is sure to drive you insane sooner or later. He’s still humming as your scrubbing down the bar counter- its not like it needs it, you just aren’t in the mood to be scolded by a chunky, 40 year old man.

You don’t even realise you’re scrubbing the table even more vigorously when a combination of your phone ringing in your trouser pocket and a squeal of costumers sitting by the hibachi grill completely catches you off guard. It’s Hibachi night, and your day seriously couldn’t get any worser. You’re rolling your eyes at the family of three who barely pay attention to the chef cooking in front of them, with all of their phones plastered to their faces, and when they’re finally placed down to take the plate out of the chef’s hands and your sure you dont see a gesture of thanks, your grabbing your phone, walking to the bathroom and calling Nari.

“Nari! Where the fuck are you? Its Hibachi night, you can’t leave me here alone on Hibachi night!” You’re drawing imaginary patterns on the stall wall with your fingers, shuffling your knees under your chin whilst sitting on the closed toilet seat. Nari’s quick to apologise and tell you shes on the way, and you tell her goodbye before fixing your hair in the mirror and going back outside.

You know you’re in for a long night when a group of people enter the restaurant, your boss greeting them with his signature, annoying high voice, and you’re just glad you’ll have someone to share the misery with when Nari gets here.

“Y/n! Go and serve table 3, and put a smile on your face, they’re quite the group!” You’re pushing yourself off of the bar stool, quickly taking menus and sending your boss a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The oblivious man dosent seem to notice.

Dragging yourself to Table 3, the group of men are already seated, seemingly finding something hilarious though when you step into their view, it seems to die down. You’re flashing them a smile, quickly bowing before noticing that all of them are seriously attractive.

You notice the one sitting alone first, in the best way possible, his face is sweet. He has a smile which makes his eyes turn into thin crescents on his face and you cant help but smile back at him. He’s wearing a beanie, and his face is so perfect it’s hard to keep composure. The two sitting in front catch your eyes next, one with the most beautiful tanned skin, effortlessly masculine face which makes you wonder if he’d been specially sculpted and put on the earth to kill with his looks shoots you a smile. Finally, the last one, he’s wearing a bucket hat hiding some of his face, and he’s fiddling with his lip ring. He looks the youngest out of the lot, big doe eyes peeking through his hat and, he seems to be…looking at you far more intensely than the other two seem to be. His sleeve is slightly rolled up and you cant help but stare a second too long at the most beautiful sleeve of art adorning his muscular ar-

Seriously Y/n! Get it together, be professional!

You clear your throat when he smirks at you noticing your shameless gawking placing the menus in front of them “Hello, i’ll be serving you tonight, i’m y/n, can i get you started on any drinks?”

The guy in the beanie is first to talk, voice light when he asks for a beer. His grin widens when you look at him, and it’s easy to see why people would gravitate to him like yourself. He just has that charm.

Your heart beats a little faster when the one next to him interrupts the silence of you taking his order down, asking for two beers rather than one, his gaze is equally intimidating as it is intriguing, and you’re trying so hard to keep it professional right now, “Alright, and you?”

“Water’s fine for me, thank you.” You take the orders down quickly, sure that if you stood there any longer your heart would pound out of your chest. Where the fuck is Nari?

You turn to head toward the bar to grab their drinks, and you hear the faintest chuckle from the table. “Hey, don’t you need to see my ID first?” The voice belongs to the guy in the bucket hat—the one with the doe eyes and that unreadable expression. You freeze for a second, unsure of whether he’s joking or not. You glance back at him, and he’s staring at you, lips curling into a playful smirk.

You blink, trying to keep it professional. “Uh, do i?”

He leans forward, still fiddling with his lip ring, his eyes twinkling. “I look too young for that beer, right? You know, like one of those guys who gets ID’d for everything.”

His tone is light, teasing, and for a second, you almost think he’s serious. But then his friends start laughing quietly, and you realize—he’s just messing with you. You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips anyway. “Uh-huh. Right, sure. Let me grab your ID then, Mr. Underage.”

The others crack up even harder at that, and he just shrugs, chuckling under his breath. “I swear, I get carded everywhere. It’s kinda embarrassing, but hey, at least I look young.” You smile and roll your eyes, walking away to get their drinks, but now, you’re trying not to laugh too hard at the mental image of him getting carded at the grocery store or a random café. But it’s no surprise to you, in fact his young face has you seriously considering if he was actually underage. Oh well.

When you come back, with drinks, you take down their orders for food, their effortless small talk and flirting has you feeling like they aren’t in no rush for you to leave them alone, but you remember that you’re at work, and go back to scrubbing the bar counters, but you cant help but glance down at their table every now and then.

By the time you bring out their food, the conversation around the table has picked up again, the atmosphere light and easy. You can’t help but notice the way they’re all leaning into each other, laughing over something you missed. When you set the plates down, you quickly glance around to make sure nothing’s out of place, and that’s when you spot Nari walking in. She’s just clocked in, looking hurried, but you can’t help the relieved sigh that escapes your lips.

You barely have time to throw the boys a quick wave before you head back to the bar, feeling the weight of their gazes follow you for just a second longer than you’d like. Rushing over to Nari, she’s changing into her work clothes before giving you a smile and opening her arms for a hug. “Long day already?” You groan, moving back after hugging her and fixing her hair which has moved in front of her face.

“It’s Hibachi night. Also theres a group of some serious fine men, look ove-“ Your eyebrows furrow when she follows your finger and gasps so loud you wince. “Shh! I know! But be quiet, they might catch us..”

The look on her face tells you she’s indeed not surprised about the way they look and rather “That’s the Jeon Jungkook, oh and is that- Kim Mingyu? CHA EUNWOO?!”

You blink. Then blink again. “Who?”

Nari turns to you so fast you think she might give herself whiplash. “Who?! Are you serious? Are you actually joking right now?”

You shrug, confused. “They just look like really hot guys to me… wait? You know them? Shit did you guys like-“ You make a hand motion which you hope she takes as ‘do a thing’.

She looks like she might actually pass out. “WHAT—?! Oh my god, I can’t do this right now.” Nari presses a hand to her chest like she’s physically offended by your assumption. “Do a thing?! Are you insane?”

You raise a brow. “Okay, so you didn’t. Then what’s the big deal?” She’s pulling out her phone, typing something into google.

She looks like she might actually strangle you. “Y/n, they’re famous.”

You stare at her blankly. “And? We get a shitload of famous people here, whats the big deal?”

Nari makes a strangled noise. “And?! And?! You’re telling me you don’t recognize Jeon Jungkook—of BTS?! Or Mingyu from Seventeen?! Or Cha Eunwoo, literal actor, singer, face genius?!”

You cross your arms, unimpressed. “I mean yeah, I guess i recognise it a bit but- Nari, you do realize I don’t live on the internet like you, right?”

She groans, dragging a hand down her face. “This is actually so embarrassing. You served them like they were just—regular people.”

You blink at her. “I mean, they are regular people?”

She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “No. No, they are not.”

You snort, glancing back to the table in question, The boys are still eating, but Jungkook’s eyes are quick to meet yours and you swear you see the corner of his lips quirk up like he knows exactly what your talking about. You will yourself to look away, and you see Nari sneaking pictures under the bar counter. “Well I guess it’s too late, I already treated them like normal guys, and they didn’t seem to mind.”

Nari doesn’t let up. “Okay, okay—since you’re so professional, why don’t you go check on their table? You are their server, after all.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re up to something.”

“Me? Never.” She puts a hand to her chest like she’s offended. “I just think it’s good service to make sure everything’s okay.”

You groan. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you’re still walking over.”

You mutter a few curses under your breath but do as she says, smoothing your hands over your apron as you approach the table again. They’re mid-conversation, laughing about something, but the second you arrive, Jungkook’s gaze flicks to you immediately. Great. Composure, y/n!

You take a deep breath before walking up, trying not to feel Nari’s eyes drilling into the back of your head. You’re just checking in. That’s it.

When you reach them, their conversation slows, and Jungkook glances up first, his dark eyes flickering to yours almost immediately.

“Hey, uh,” you clear your throat, gripping your notepad even though you don’t need it. “Just checking in. Everything good over here?”

Mingyu nods, smiling as he pushes his plate forward slightly. “Yeah, everything’s great. Thanks.”

Eunwoo hums in agreement, giving you a polite smile.

Jungkook, though—he doesn’t answer right away. He’s still looking at you, his fingers tapping lightly against his glass. You shift on your feet, suddenly aware of how intense his gaze is.

“It’s good,” he finally says, voice smooth but casual. “Didn’t expect to have someone checking on me so much, though.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “Huh?”

His lips quirk up just a little. “You’ve been around a lot. Just saying.”

You blink. “That’s-… literally my job.”

Mingyu huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

Jungkook exhales through his nose, barely a smile, but it’s there. “Fair enough.” He looks down at his plate, nudging a piece of food with his chopsticks before glancing up at you again. “But I don’t mind.”

Your breath catches for just a second before you snap out of it, nodding stiffly. “Right. Well. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

You spin on your heel before he can say anything else, making your way back to the bar—only to find Nari grinning at you.

“So?” she sing-songs.

You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t feel the warmth still lingering in your face. “Shut up.”

—

As the night winds down, the table of ridiculously attractive men finally finishes their meals, and you’re just about to go over when Nari beats you to it, balancing the empty plates with practiced ease. She throws you a look—one that’s way too smug for your liking—as she walks past.

You roll your eyes, pretending not to care, but you can’t help glancing over. They’re still chatting, laughing among themselves, but one of them—Jungkook—stands up, stretching a little before making his way toward the bar.

Toward you.

You pretend to be busy, wiping down an already-clean spot on the counter, but you can feel him approaching before he even says anything.

“Hey,” his voice is smooth, casual, but there’s a slight rasp to it. “Just wanted to leave a tip.”

He slides a bill toward you, and when you glance down, you realize it’s…a lot. Way more than necessary. Your eyes flicker back to him, skeptical. “This is kind of excessive, don’t you think?”

Jungkook shrugs, resting his arms against the counter, tattoos peeking out beneath his sleeve. “Service was good.”

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head. “You barely let me serve you. Nari took your plates.”

“Still counts, doesn’t it?” He tilts his head slightly, studying you in that way that makes your stomach feel weirdly unsettled. Not in a bad way—just aware.

You narrow your eyes at him, playful. “You do this everywhere you go?”

“What? Tip?”

“No.” You lean a little closer. “Flirt.”

Jungkook grins, running his tongue over his lip ring before speaking. “Only when the waitress is cute.”

Oh.

You open your mouth to respond—to throw back something equally teasing—but before you can, Mingyu calls his name from the entrance, signaling that they’re leaving. Jungkook glances over his shoulder, then back at you, his grin softening just a little.

“See you around?” he says, and you’re not even sure if it’s a question or a statement.

You don’t answer immediately, just biting back a smile as you watch him walk away. And when you finally glance down at the tip he left, there’s a note scribbled onto the bill:

“For good service. And cute waitresses.”

Maybe work wasn’t so bad tonight.

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andy-wm · 1 month ago

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President of the Jikook fan club makes his statement

Hobi's And What exhibition merch includes this bucket hat 🥹

You're safe with me 🧷

I guess when your leader's had a same sex partner (rumoured)

and your rapper-producer came out as bi/pan years ago (from his own mouth)

and two of your besties (and band mates) are co-stars in the most delicious gay love story (evidence abounds)

When all of that is true, I guess you must be a safe person to be around

Hobi really is that genuinely supportive ally who adores his friends no matter who they date.

If you didnt love him to the moon and back before, this will surely clinch it for you.

But... they've worn that before right?

Yes, they have worn safety pins in their stage fits and their concept photos, but this is significant because its the first time BTS official merch has had this symbolic element.

And this isn't a safety pin as just another decorative flourish in amongst chains, rings, pendants and grommets.

This is a plain black hat with a prominent pin as a feature.

And just in time for pride month... is it purely a coincidence? I think not.

But a safety pin could have lots of meanings...

Yes it could.

It's been an element of punk styling for decades too. (Punk is the archetypal anti-establishment movement and stands right alongside LGBTQIA+ culture). But the way it's used in punk culture is different. It's often worn as a piercing, or dozens of safety pins on an outfit.

You're unlikely to find a lone safety pin OR a bucket hat on a punk.

So no a safety pin isn't always a queer signal, but it's enough of a signal to be recognisable to most LGBTQIA+ people. And ultimately that's who it's worn for.

It's not a fashion statement, its a PSA.

They've worn it on stage, sure, but I'm really only interested when it's a personal choice. And we do see it off stage and when they're in their own clothes.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and JK with safety pin bucket hats 🏳️‍🌈

#park jimin #jeon jungguk #jikook #kookmin #국민 #true love #jung hoseok #jhope #BTS 3J #hobi is president of the jikook fan club #Yoongi #Namjoon #queer signals #safety pin

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cottonconnielvr · 14 days ago

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𝓛ove 𝓜aze, jeon jungkook x jung hoseok

❥001, HUMAN WALLS

ℐ𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽… you get caught in a complicated, disastrous, and drama filled love triangle with two of the hottest boys on campus!

PAIRINGS♡︎fratboy!playboy!jungkook x streetdancer!hoseok x reader

WARNINGS♡︎ wholesomeness, hoseok and reader are super shy ;), no jk introduction in this chapter, namjoon being chaotic, hoseok is clumsy,profanity, fluff, no smut in this chapter

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𝓣ransferring to a new college in the middle of the school year is never ideal. Being in your sophomore year of college meant you’d already gotten used to the way of life and your peers. Much to your dismay, you hold onto your last box full of miscellaneous items and memories and walk up the stairs to your new dorm. You walk past several girls in the indoor hallway while glancing at the numbers on each brown door, 112…114…116…120 perfect. You drop your last box on the floor before digging in your back pocket for your dorm room key. With a turn and a light push, the door opens to reveal your single bed and chaotic mess of totes and boxes. Kicking the last box in your room, you close the door behind you before sighing loudly. Luckily for you, you got an entire dorm to yourself. Coincidentally you’d enrolled at the perfect time to score a vacant dorm room just for a single person. You could only hope your luck would carry you through this entire year. Walking over to the window next to your bed you peeped out of the blinds, looking at all the college students that roamed the campus. The weather was perfect despite it being close to the end of October. The sun shined brightly but the wind outside was enough to make it perfect walking weather, climate change really is working at its finest.

You sat on your bed before scrolling mindlessly on your phone, answering some texts from your hometown friends and your parents, letting them know you are all settled in. You turned your phone off before staring at the wall in front of you blankly. Just then the feeling of loneliness hits you all at once. The realization that you have to start all over and socialize with a new group of people dawned on you. With a groan you fell back onto your bed, bouncing on the fluffy mattress. Classes started in two days and you knew absolutely no one, lucky you right?

You bit your lower lip softly before deciding the best you could do is explore campus and get used to the new environment.

♥︎

The sound of laughter and people’s chatter bled through your headphones, the sound of Tame Impala’s The Less I Know the Better played in your ears. You let yourself wander the campus and followed the concrete path that led to multiple dormitories and club houses. You explored the many student organizations and even bought yourself an iced matcha latte from a pop-up stand. You observed the groups of people that you walked past. The campus was full of social interaction and bustled with an energy you didn’t feel at your old college. The sun was beginning to set and you watched the street lights flicker on. The sky illuminated with blue and purple, the breeze now causing your hair to blow in the wind. You tucked your hands into your warm hoodie before heading back to your dorm.

Your attention was drawn towards a crowd, the cheering loud enough to cancel out the music playing in your ears. You felt bass from music vibrating through your shoes, causing you to pause your music. You put your full attention on the crowd, walking closer to see what the noise was all about. You watched as a boy in the middle of the crowd danced to the hip hop song that blasted off of a speaker. You watched intensely, almost in a trance, as you watched the boy dance to the music, hitting every beat and adlib as if he was the music itself. His baggy clothing flowed as he moved with the music, pumped with the cheers from the crowd. His bucket hat covered his face as he rose from the ground after doing a dramatic drop. The music came to an end and you watched as he gave an even more dramatic bow, the crowd erupting into cheers and applause. You nodded your head and clapped with the crowd, very impressed with his skills. He was the most talented dancer you’ve ever seen and judging by his performance, he definitely knew he was talented as hell.

The crowd faded into chatter as the energy calmed down. You watched as the dancer got multiple pats on his back from who you assumed were his friends. You stopped looking once you realized you were staring and continued your walk back to your dorm.

♥︎

Your eyes popped open at the sound of a fire alarm blaring loudly. You groaned with sleepiness as you pulled your pillow over your face to muffle the sound. The alarm only seemed to get louder and you could hear it starting in multiple other dorm rooms. A harsh knock vibrated off your door as a males voice rung in the hallways “Wake the fuck up and get the fuck out!”. Your eyebrows furrowed before you grabbed your phone to check the time, 1:02 am.

“What the hell” you whispered, voice still laced with sleep as you peeked out of your blinds. People walked out of their buildings with their pajamas still on, some yawning and others chatting with each other. You put on a pink fluffy robe to cover your pajamas and slipped into matching pink slides before making your way out of the building. The alarm still blared loudly causing you to speed walk out of the building. Groans and profanities filled the hallway before you got outside.

You crossed your arms, wondering what the hell was going on. You sucked in your bottom lip before your attention drifted to a girl standing not too far from you, her face scrunched in annoyance. Still in your tired state of mind you walked over to the brown skin girl, “Hey, do you know what is going on?” Your voice laced with confusion. The girl looked over at you before pulling her bonnet down. “Jaehyun and his shit again” She muttered annoyingly as if this was a regular occurrence. Your face scrunched in confusion, Jaehyun?

She observed your expression before her eyes widened, “Oh you must be the new girl!” Your head tilted at her words, “the new girl?” As far as you were concerned you weren’t known at all and you didn’t know people actually paid attention to new students, god forbid you have a reputation already. “So you are…you know you’re lucky as hell to score that single dorm” she nodded at you. Your lips pursed as you thought of a response. “I’m Gabrielle but you can call me Gabby, we live in the same building”

You nodded slowly, “I’m y/n it’s nice to meet y-”. Before you could finish your sentence a loud ring filled the air and your attention drifted towards a boy who was standing on a bench with a megaphone in his hand. He wore glasses and a white tank top with pajama pants that had the solar system on it. “Silence motherfuckers!” Your eyebrows furrowed at his choice of words before you quickly recognized him as the voice you heard in the hallway. “How many times do I have to tell you guys NOT to use your air fryers at night!”

“Who is that?” You asked the girl beside you. “That’s Namjoon, he's our building's dorm advisor” You let out a small oh as you watched him continue his rant.

“And YOU!”He pointed in the crowd to a boy, “If you are going to smoke, do that shit outside. Because of your fein ass you got the whole building outside at one in the morning” You chuckled at his outburst. “You motherfuckers stress me out aish…”, he kissed his teeth before shaking his head. “The alarms are off now so you guys are free to go back to your dorms. DON'T MAKE ME COME OUT HERE AGAIN” he jumped off of the bench and rolled his eyes at the group of boys who applauded him. “Daddy Namjoon!” A boy shouted out from the crowd causing some people to laugh.

You walked back to your building beside Gabby. “So you transferred?” She asked while adjusting her glasses on her face. “Yeah I came from Florida.” She nodded, “Oh it’s hot down there I’m wondering how you survived” You laughed softly, “So have you made any friends?”

“Uh no” You answer short and simple. “Oh!… Well if you’d like my friends and I are going out to get boba tomorrow, wanna join?” Your head peeked up at the invite, heart warming at her kindness. “Sure” you smiled at her. “Cool, here let me give you my instagram” You opened instagram on your phone before she followed herself. “I’ll text you in the morning and come to your dorm. We can walk together” She says surely. You stop walking once you reach your dorm. “Thanks for the invite, goodnight” You guys bid your goodbyes before you retreat into your dorm. You can’t believe you made your first friend due to a fire alarm, thanks a lot Jaehyun.

♥︎

You sprayed your vanilla perfume on your body before checking out your outfit. You adorned your wrist with your signature pandora bracelet. You snapped a couple pics in the mirror on the back of your door before grabbing your purse and leaving your dorm.

“You look cute” Gabby smiled at you before adjusting her tote bag on her shoulder. She wore a pink off the shoulder sweater and mom jeans. “Thanks, you do too” You admired her fashion style before you two made your way to the cafe, falling into a conversation that felt all too natural.

You two reached the cafe in no time. Gabby reached to open the door for you but before you could move out of the way someone bumped into you, the hard body knocking you off your feet. Gabby watched with wide eyes her hands reaching out to grab you but before she could the mystery stranger caught you by your waist while balancing a cupholder in one hand.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry” A melodic deep voice rang out to you. The sequence of events happened all too fast for you to comprehend your current position. The boy helped you regain your balance before removing his hand from your waist. “That’s really my bad. I wasn't paying attention” He looked down at you. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder before looking up at the stranger.

Oh…oh

Your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones. His hair was shiny and looked as soft as ever, a strand falling in a curl on his forehead. His golden skin glowed under the sun and his eyes glistened with worry. Your close proximity allowed you to get whiffs of his cologne. He smelled of lime and cedar. He wore all black, a baggy shirt and jeans to match. The two chains hanging around his neck glistened in the light, complimenting his skin tone so well. Your mouth opened to say something but you couldn’t help but be starstruck. There are men this fine just walking around campus?

You let out a nervous laugh, embarrassment flooding through you as you comprehended what just happened. “Oh…you’re good..I’m sorry” You shook your head before stepping back, your hand unintentionally going to mess with your hair. He laughed softly back at you, flashing a golden smile and his tooth gems, “Nah don’t apologize..it’s all on me” Your mouth opened slightly but no words left you luckily Gabby came to the rescue. “Come on y/n”. You spared the boy one last look before walking into the cafe, looking back just one more time as he disappeared down the street.

You made eye contact with Gabby who gave you a teasing knowing look. “What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her. “So… are we gonna pretend you didn’t just have like the most romcom experience ever?” You two stood in line waiting to order your drinks. You let out a laugh, “What? Almost face plummeting into the concrete is romcom worthy?”

“But you didn’t…you didn’t see the way he caught you!” She gushed over the interaction that gave you nothing but second hand embarrassment when you thought back on it. “Besides you were checking him out like crazy I could tell” she nodded at you knowingly causing you to roll your eyes. Hell yeah you were checking him out, he was fine as hell. You two ordered your drinks before Gabby spotted her friends and guided you to the table.

Gabby introduced you to the two girls who sat at the cream colored booth. You learned their names were Sana and Kyra. Sana was a cheerleader who was majoring in Political Science and dated a girl named Jasmine. Kyra ran the school’s crochet club and dated one of the most popular boys in school, Seungmin, who was on the baseball team. The girls made you feel comfortable and as if you were already a part of the group. They gave you the run downs on what and who not to do, explaining the campus dynamic as if they were professionally educated on the subject.

“Oh yeah and if any Alphas try to sleep with you, you RUN they are quite literally dogs” Kyra talked enthusiastically with her hands before sipping her boba. Sana nodded in agreement. “and you have to watch out for Jeon Jungkook” Sana added, causing Gabby’s eyes to widen. “OH YEAH! That boy might look like an angel but he is the devil” You wondered if she was exaggerating by her animated voice. You laughed softly, “He can’t be that bad” All three girls almost yelled at you, “HE IS!”

“ He will fill your head with lies and get you to fall for him, then he’ll fuck you..then drop you” Gabby shook your hand that was lying on the table. “Damn..okay..no Jungkook” You nodded to yourself. Campus fuckboys were an absolute no no. You put the tip in the back of your head to save yourself the heartbreak. Besides, the chances of you encountering Jeon Jungkook were pretty low anyway.

♥︎

Hoseok bobbed his head to the sound of Teyana Taylor’s Gonna Love Me that played through his wires. He walked with a groove in his walk, unable to control his feet from moving to the beat of the music. Dance was something that came natural to Hoseok. He couldn’t help it, his body moving on autopilot whenever he heard a beat that coursed through his body. He allowed his feet to carry him through campus, flashing his smile to people he passed by and handing them a flyer from the stack of papers in his hands.

As Hoseok walked towards his dorm building he allowed the music to take over his being, falling into the sound of Teyana Taylor’s melodic voice. His eyes shut closed as he mindlessly danced down the sidewalk, people sparing him a glance but smiling at the sight. It was such a regular occurrence, when was Jung Hoseok ever not dancing.

Before Hoseok could brace himself he bumped into a person, his eyes immediately shooting open and his hand reaching out to grab the girl before she fell to the concrete. Flyers flew out of the stack in his hands as he pulled the girl up, helping her regain her balance. Wow again Hoseok, nice going…

“Shit! I’m sorry, are you okay” He let go of the girl's arm, snatching one of his earplugs out of his ear. The muffled sound of his music filled the air as the girl looked up at him. His eyes widened slowly as he recognized her as the girl from the cafe. Her expression matched his as she took a small step backwards. “I’m okay..thank you”

“Nah, I really need to pay more attention.” His hand goes up to nervously scratch at the back of his neck, his face flushing red from embarrassment. “No no no it’s okay! I was looking down at my phone anyways” You bit down on your lower lip, adjusting your sweater. “I guess we both have to pay more attention,” Hoseok shyly adds, nervously laughing before he bends down to pick up the flyers he dropped. You follow his movements, helping him pick up the loose papers. “Oh you didn’t have to…”Hoseok trails off as you both stand back up, you hand him the papers before muttering a soft “It’s okay”.

A brief silence fills the air as you two stand in front of each other, red from embarrassment. “I know I keep apologizing, it's just I feel bad for almost knocking you onto the ground…again” You fold your lips in before looking down at the ground, “It’s okay” it comes out quiet. Damn it y/n can you say anything else???

Hoseok glances down at the flyer in his hand before looking back at you, “You busy tomorrow?” You lift your head up, your head tilting to the side “Huh?” Cute. “Well…I was passing out these flyers for the school’s multicultural festival tomorrow, you should come” He handed you a flyer that you took, observing the detailed graphics of the flyer. “You don’t wanna miss it,” he smiles at you again, showing off those glistening tooth gems, “My dance team will be performing” He gloats proudly.

“Wow you have a dance team?” He nods proudly “Yup,” he says, popping the p with a smirk. “We’re really good. We just won our second regional title” He adjusts the grey hood on his head. “Cool.. I’ll be there” You smile softly at him. His eyes squint as his smile grows even bigger. “Cool” He mocks you teasingly. “Well I’ll let you be on your way. I better see you there” He points at you before moving out of your way. You laugh at his burst of energy. “You will.. try not to bump into anymore people.” You look over your shoulder at him, the streetlights illuminating your side profile perfectly. “Ouch…funny” He calls out to you as you walk to your dorm, shaking your head and laughing at the boy. Hoseok continues to walk in his direction towards his dormitory but not before looking back at you one last time. She’s cute

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🎠 Important info from the [Sleepless Fun Fair] PV! 🎠 (Reaction post)

1) 🚨🚨🚨 ALERT: KUYORB HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT!!!! 🚨🚨🚨

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Lemme tell you---when I first saw Kuyorb in the bag during the design reveal, I just----😭🙏

You know how I mentioned in Greenwood Miracle, when I saw Quincy's stubble, I could just FEEL the collective fandom losing their ever-loving minds?

THAT. That was how it felt to see the Kuyorb. ♡

And now the lil' freak has been freed! Say your prayers!!!

2) NOT THE COUPLES TEACUPS!!!!!! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

IT'S TOO CUTE, I WON'T SURVIVE!!!!

---and how Eiden's cup has (I assume) hot cocoa while Peepaw's has green tea, for his sensitive old-man taste buds...! (≧∇≦)

I have to wonder, though; in whatever room this is supposed to be, did Eiden provide the personalized cups, or did Kuya?? It's cute to think about either way, but I think it's cuter to think of Kuya magicking-up these cups with the catty excuse of, "so the young master doesn't foolishly mix up our drinks and steal my drink by mistake"---when really he just wanted to do cute couple things with Eiden. 😈

3) Not Olivine's background being my default home-decor style---

That Symbolism™ of the tiny Leopard-Eiden on the big Cat-Olivine is so goddamn CUTTEEEEE!!!!! FUCK!

4) Fucking hell, man---

OKAY, so of course, I love the adorable lil' fluff balls cuddled together on the present, in the Darling-snowman, and in the bag---

----WAIT. HOW AM I ONLY NOTICING NOW THAT BLADE'S BAG IS ONE OF THOSE SPECIAL POPCORN BUCKETS THAT THEY'VE BEEN MAKING FOR MOVIES RECENTLY?!?!?! 🤯🤯🤯

5) Fans: We want to see Kitsune-Kuya!

Devs: We have Kitsune-Kuya at home.

Kitsune-Kuya at home:

---I'm just kidding; I know they left out the real fox traits in this one probably just to have more variety in Kuya's cards. Can't be too samey-samey. I ain't mad.

This gesture of teasingly holding up the fox headband is sexy as hell.... (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

6) SAVE ME, MODERN-AU WINTER KUYA. MODERN-AU WINTER KUYA, SAVE ME. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Kuya be lookin' fine as fuck in this more modern design, and I'm obsessed. Like, he always looks like the kind of man that will absolutely ruin your life (on-brand for him), but I think this design hits a bit different for me because the clothes are a little more "real."

Now it's like he's Mr. Ruin Your Life FOR REALSIES After Your Fateful Meeting At The Coffee Shop.

❤️❤️❤️❤️ _(´ཀ`」 ∠)

7) The lap-pillow, head-cradling, Eiden wearing Kuya's headband....

Lemme tell you, after the nightmare of Kuya's last R5, I am extremely pleased that we're getting a 💜Soft Kuya 💜 for this intimacy scene.

I hope that Kuya will be chill and 0% toxic for the entirety of this event, please and thank you. Gotta give me time to chill from all of the recent evil-writing!

8) HIS BIG OL' WAVE!!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

It's giving such puppy energy, I'm having heart palpitations!!!!!!! ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

9) Blade is determined to rot my teeth with all of his sugary sweetness, dammit!!!!

This is, hands-down, my top favorite Blade outfit. Our mans got the pastel palette, stylish hat, peek-a-boo torn jeans and crop top, and accessorized to hell and back!!!!

Our Sweet Diet-Decora Prince!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

10) HAND-HOLDING HAND-HOLD HAND-HOLDING HAND-HOLDING HAND---

11) Honestly, it is so refreshing seeing Olivine purely just enjoying himself; letting himself indulge in this he was never allowed to growing up (shoutout to Olivine's shitty parents, I hate you guys). ( ´ ˘ ` )

ALSO, THE PROPHECY IS TRUE!!!! I PREDICTED MUSTACHE-OLIVINE!!!! 🤣🤣🤣

(JK obviously, but now this got me wondering about mustache-olivine even more....)

12) *Immediately gives his belly raspberries*

(Is it just me, or does anyone else think Olivine's hair looks nicer than usual in this SSR? Did he start using a new shampoo or something?)

13) YASSS, QUEEN!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉👏👏👏

WEAR THAT SEXY LINGERIE!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

It's so nice seeing Olivine out here, living his best life, going out of his way to wear some winter-themed lingerie---I think it's partly to rile up Eiden, but mostly as a kind of self-care. We love to see it!!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

🎠 End of report! 🎠

#nu carnival #nu: carnival #nu carnival event pv #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival eiden #nu carnival kuya #nu carnival blade

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years ago

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To the Sockpuppets in my Asks

"Jimin is so private! What does he have to hide?"

*Flashbacks to Jimin's mail being "omitted" four times and his national ID and address being leaked online, which the press sat on until his OST With You dropped, or, years prior, when folks accused him of whoring and doing coke because he... [checks notes] played a forehead-flicking game at a pub restaurant in Paris*

"Jimin keeps saying he's all alone!"

*Jimin is seen at work, at the gym, taking trips for work and vacation, posting photos on Insta, and appearing on shows and in dance challenges*

"Jimin never goes out anywhere!"

*Yet another idol scandal is in the news, this time involving illegal drugs, yet somehow, Jimin's photo at the official Nike dinner with Joon gets circulated as him "out clubbing"*

"Jimin and Jungkook never show that they hang out! They are never together any more!"

*South Korea enacts Article 92-6*

Look, conspiracy theories are bullshit, but ALSO:

Jimin and Jungkook are both cooking big, big feasts for us before service and they are focused on that right now. There's still plenty of evidence they see each other and are on great terms, if you actually listen to them, so stop flooding my ask box under sockpuppet accounts, crowing that Jimin is all alone and Jungkook doesn't care about him.

Look, puppykitties...

I cannot tell you Jikook are dating. I do not live in their cupboards and watch them 24/7.

Yes, JK has been hanging out with 97 line friends these days and yes, Jimin and Yoongi (and Hobi) have all gotten super duper close (or are at least more comfy talking openly about how close they've always been) in solo era. And yes:

Jikook don't talk about Jikook these days.

But what ISN'T being said sounds so loud that half this fandom froths at the mouth every other day.

Jimin has two gaming chairs in his apartment--including one chair that really looks similar to the one Jungkook had.

Jimin traveled half-way around the world to be with Jungkook during his debut and we still have no idea what they were doing at the restaurant or on the boat. Let's wait patiently.

There's been some highly suspect photos in the past of a guy in a white bucket hat with JK via CCTV at a quick mart (illegal, won't be posting) or of suspiciously similar-looking hands during game nights on JK's brother's Insta (family stuff, won't be posting). There's also video of someone who looks eerily similar to Jimin in expensive designer clothing at the arrivals terminal of the airport when JK got back from the World Cup--and later, just beyond the airport, footage of JK's car pulling away from another company car with fans screaming "Jimin!" to the riders inside (unofficial content, won't be posting).

Jungkook knows every single lyric in Jimin's songs, and his choreo, AND what he says, word for word, on his interviews.

Jimin took up boxing and has showed us he has a punching bag in house.

Jungkook muttered that Jimin moved his lamp.

Jimin went to the airport sporting what looked like a big dog scratch.

Vminkook went to a cafe in Jeju. K-Army said they spotted Jikook there well before Tae posted about it.

Jimin and Jungkook both watched the same random anime series recently.

Jimin ran up to Jungkook to cutely say "periri" so often that Jungkook was afraid he'd accidentally say it on stage.

JK quietly stopped by Jimin's docu-live, and Jimin lit up like a Christmas tree and then grabbed his moob.

AGAIN: I. CANNOT. TELL. YOU. THEY. ARE. DATING.

But don't come here with that "Jimin is always alone" and "JK only cares about his career, not Jimin" nonsense.

Please make better use of your time by watching JUNGKOOK'S GOLDEN PREVIEW and JIMIN'S SPECIAL TALK LIVE and then go watch YOONGI'S SUCHWITA WITH 2MIN for good measure!

And next time you come to my blog, if you can't say something nice...

Okay?

Okay.

*hugs* Love, Roo

#jikook

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hellodahliah · 2 months ago

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Tag Game: Nonsims interests thank you @freezerbnuuy for the tag

1. Atla, Avatar the last Airbender. One of My favorite cartoons.. i am not die-hard obsessed that I have watched or read all of the extra content and spinoff series or watched Korra (didn't vibe with how they modernized everything in the world of that series and was so sad seeing all the characters from the original series become old or die) but the original series is close to my heart and childhood. I gave the new live-action series a chance, while it is much better than that godawful movie and I quite liked it nothing can top the og series.

2. Arcane, okay it took me a while getting into this one I started watching early 2023 ish. My friend had to sit me down and make me watch the first 3 episodes, because I was like "eh, i don't event play LoL" and she was like "neither do i, but trust me, I know you will love this series" and she was right. I was hooked. The art, music, and animation style is everything 🧑‍🍳🤌💋 (I know this is supposed to be nonsims, but just had to share that some of the parts of the series actually loosely inspired some of the scenes in Sotgr 🫢).

3. Anime, so I haven't watched as much Anime as I did in High school or years back but lately I have become more interested in watching/finishing some of the series I have on My watch list: Jujutsu Kaizen, the Apothecary Diaries, SpyxFamily, Dadandan etc... To mention a few.

4. Coffee - I try to learn different coffee recipes at home so I wouldn't need to buy expensive lattes from coffee shops (Imagine in this economy 😣)and it is tiring to just have filter coffee every morning. I bought a small milk frother which has been very useful when doing lattes or dalgona coffee etc. (Haha, we Finns are known for drinking much coffee 😅☕jk i know some people who hate coffee too)

5. Sewing and any craft related activity and shops. My goal is to start sewing most of my clothes, because I rarely find clothes I like in shops and when I do the size and fit sits weirdly, which is annoying. Also, I don't really want to support fast fashion (which is most of clothing brands) so started to create a Pinterest board on clothes i like and started to sew. I have also got more into sewing by hand like cross-stitching, and recently I bought a set of Sashiko needles as it is a technique i am interested in trying and learning. During my teaching practice I have taught kids to sew bucket hats and punch needling. Whenever I see a crafts, hobbies or fabric store I need to go inside and have a look.

5.Fitness, working out and going to the gym is important for me. I go three times a week, over all I love to move my body and take long walks try different athletic hobbies, we're thinking about trying climbing with two friends from university. I have also thought about starting acrobatics again, I used to do it as a kid and quit because I broke my arm and never got back into it after and life happened (plus the group i was in wasn't really that nice, a lot of mean girls)

I am tagging @silverspringsimmer @aleksa-sims @seyvia @violetpixels @nova-kim @kissalopa ! If you would like to do, no pressure though! 🤗

#tag game

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Hey Storm, do you know if it’s true that taekook once went to watch the movie Paradise in Busan? I’ve seen tkkrs say that but was this ever proven like the namsan outting or is it just one of those things they made up?

On June 24 2019, a YouTuber posted that she saw who she thinks is Tae and JK late at night seeing parasite, which Tae's good friend was staring in. She didn't actually say it was them, just that they kinda looked like them, were wearing black clothes, had masks and one had a bucket hat and one had eyes that look like V's eyes. People took that and ran with it. She said it was last Thursday that she saw them, meaning that according to the calendar that would be the 20th of June, 2019.

We can assume that wasn't them, or at least wasn't Jungkook, since Jungkook was spotted and followed at the train station in Seoul on the 19th, coming back to Seoul I believe. So he wasn't even in the right city at the time to be there. Lol

Poor girl just posted a video blog mentioning the hot mysterious guys and maybe it's BTS just to get hounded by shippers (all shippers) so much she deleted her video.

Another anon sent in a thread with more info here...

#i havent done a dunking post in a while lol i forgot what tag i used for them for a sec #correcting misinformation

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stupendousfoxthing · 10 months ago

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"I also think Tae would have posted a picture if he was there with JK"

This feels like anti rhetoric because jikookers looovvveeee claiming that Tae posts/talks about every single interaction he has with Jungkook because he "wants attention and wants to feed taekookers" and it's just not true lol. Taekook have been spotted on multiple occasions and neither Tae nor Jungkook have talked about them or posted about them. For example, their bowling outing with Wooshik and his brother, their bowling outing with themselves, at the musical with Wooga, and that's just what I can think of off of the top of my head. So no, Tae doesn't post about every single thing he and Jungkook do. He posts about some, because they're clearly together a lot, but there's a lot we only know about through fan sightings so I can't imagine things fans have never seen too

As history has proven again and again, if Taekook are together they always post about it. 😃

I'm just curious about anon's foot size knowledge that I can't find on WikiFeet. How do they know Jungkook's feet are bigger than Hyungsik's? Noticeably enough that they can tell from a picture of shoe prints. Like-

Even the two shoe prints from Tae there look wildly different in size from this perspective, and the print that matches Jungkook's Birkenstocks is incomplete.

Also the link to the sighting receipts I included in the original post includes a bit about Jungkook putting the bucket hat on Tae's head, since anon finds Tae having the bucket hat in his hand/pocket a sticking point. I don't think anon read a whole lot of what was posted before they wrote their reply.

#asks #taekook

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I don’t care about the ring, it’s too hard to tell what it looks like clearly and I don’t need it as proof/not proof of anything. Can you show me your favorite couple matching photos of jikook? How bout top 5? Please. 💜

Shiro this question is really difficult i thought u liked me 😔😔 well, I went overboard and its all your fault.

No. 7 the bucket hats.

JK may love these the most, but I have it on good authority Jimin started it. Either way, gotta love when they're the only ones matching in a group setting 🤭

No. 6 the matching shoes

Something recent! Yeeei! Even when stylists do it... omg 😍😍

No. 5 speaking of stylists.

There is just something about those outfits that I love sm!!! 😜😜

No.4 Grammy Jikook!

They look amazing 🥺🥺

No.3 Blond Jikook!!!

(I love this photo. Especially when uncropped. U really see Jikook. Sometimes its not necessary to crop members, then u can really see why Jikook are different) Blond isn't even my favourite color on them as individuals. But when they were matching they just looked perfect. Just simply perfect 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

No. 2 The matching rings, of course!

On the same finger. Same hand. Same time ☕ Just saying 🤭🤭

And for the winner. Drumroll please 🥁🥁🥁🥁

No.1 Ponytail Jikook!!!

I love that sm!!! I wasn't an Army yet and thank God because I'd have gone nuts but I love their matching ponytails sm!! I keep seeing JK with a ponytail now and wishing Jimin would join him 🤭🤭 they were so cute and adorable and just... *happy sigh*

Bonus: (because I didn't wanna ruin the 7)

Blue/green hair Jikook from this winter package.

Something about this photo makes the matching hair seem so intentional, you know? Like, I know JK has done this many times before but still.. u know? Its like, they knew it was obvious but still didn't care. It's definitely a favourite of mine. I love it. I love it alot.

Bonus of the bonus: 🤭 something out of their control; their matching moles

You are me... I am you 😭 Destiny!

Thanks for the fun ask! 😘💜

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook is real #jikook #bts #jimin and jungkook #jimin #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jikook matching

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peopleiveknown · 8 months ago

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Snapshots of Rebecca Ruth - RIP 11/5/2024

We are at the yarn studio. One of my first shifts with Rebecca. The early days of summer before Covid-19. We are sitting at the table and winding hanks into skeins. Rebecca overhears my mom yelling at me in Korean and asks me if I'm okay when I get off the phone. She says when she worked at The Slanted Door she loved all the Asian ladies who would yell at her but couldn't understand anything they were saying. We transition into talking about our favorite Japanese filmmakers. I tell her I have the library DVD of Shoplifters and will lend it to her since she hasn't seen it.

Rebecca makes a hat for her boyfriend that I like. Hey, can you share the pattern with me? Want my Ravelry account info? She gives me her username login and password so I can access her entire library.

Rebecca stops by the studio on a day she's not working and is passing around a pink box of donuts for the staff. I thank her. They look delicious. She smiles and extends one to me. Take it.

I'm at Andrew's and she shows me the queensize blanket she's knitted for him in a mosaic motif. I recognize the brand name and premium yarn; it's not even from the place we worked at. You're so generous, I tell her. This must've taken you ages.

Her garden is teeming with vegetables and fruit as usual. She starts helping me pick gooseberries and grabs a black bucket. Her fingernails always have a bit of soil under them. By the time I leave her house, I have two heavy bags of groceries for the week--giant chard, kale, herbs I haven't heard of before. Rebecca insists I freeze some of them to use as aromatics for later. Useful for Thai cooking. I forget what they're called. I'm loading up my bike. She yells at me that I'm being irresponsible by 1) biking without a helmet 2) biking with sandals instead of sneakers and 3) biking without a bike light. Her friend calls her at the moment and she recites my irresponsibility as I pedal away. She threatens me that I must do one of the three obvious precautions the next time I bike over or else. Love you! I yell back.

Rebecca's fostering kittens again. There's one that has a cone around its head and in defeat, lies still on top of me. I ask her what she thinks of her foster and she agrees that it's cute, but that it doesn't do anything. It just sits there, she sounds a little disappointed. So what, I tell her. I'm perfectly content. I want a cat that's more active, she says.

Rebecca calls me, asking for knitting help on her intarsia graph. She wants to chart the cat of her life, Grandma Ice Cream, onto a sweater. She asks me if her vision is feasible and we discuss the techniques of colorwork. I explain the difference between fair isle and jacquard, how they're easily and often interchanged for the other when they're different. She texts me later that she's now seeing all the misdefinitions online and that it's driving her crazy.

I invite Rebecca to come with me to Jake's hot tub in the community since she loves hot tubs. I later update her that I'm also inviting Aaron as another +1. I figure they'll have a lot to talk about since they've both worked in the food industry. I thought I was your only +1, ho, she texts. When she arrives, I have her cashmere sweater she's knitted that I borrowed from before and hand it back to her, nearly recklessly, over the wire fence. We both gasp but nothing gets snagged. Whew, I'm so sorry, I say. It's cool. She and Aaron take off their clothes and get into the hot tub. I keep my bikini on and join them.

Rebecca tells me I'm going to look like a bigot in front of any LGBTQ group if I say I still like JK Rowling when she's clearly transphobic and that Harry Potter was JK Rowling's only good work.

Rebecca invites me over for a dinner party. She wants me to meet a friend of hers who she thinks I'll like. What's her name? Ai Chan, she says. 'Chan' is a Chinese last name, I respond. Are you sure she's not Chinese? No, she's Japanese. I ask her if she wants to introduce to each other just because we're both Asian. She laughs. No! Ai Chan also asked me that. I just think you two will like each other, that's all.

We've finished our catering shift in Napa Valley and the manager has given us each a $300 check to cash. It's mid-afternoon and we're already torched from serving outside in the heat. Let's see if we can still make it to Bouchon, she checks her phone. I want to get some pastries for Seth. It's his birthday this weekend. The bakery is still open so we stand in line. Once we reach the counter, with her advice, I finally pick a chocolate eclair, strawberry croissant and an upgraded version of a twinkie. She orders after me and gets $250 worth of pastries to take home for Seth, maybe enough for the two of them to celebrate.

A rustic, Thanksgiving 2022 in Sebastopol at her boyfriend, Andrew's. Rebecca's already blown hundreds on desserts and the culinary preparations have taken several days. Dinner is over and people are commingling inside. I find her at the kitchen sink, telling her I'm going to do the dishes. I'm so glad you're here, she says. Me too. I was getting anxious thinking about all the cleaning and dishwashing I have to do afterwards, but I knew you were coming, and I knew you would offer like you always do. I was relieved, thinking, thank God Jane will be here. Everything will be okay. I love you, Rebecca. It's the least I could do. This dinner was incredible.

Rebecca's crying about the overturning of Roe v Wade. We are sitting on her couch. I'm knitting and she's scanning letters for a prison justice organization. How long have you been volunteering for them? A while, she says.

No, there is no way I'm going to vote for Kamala! Not while she and the Democratic Party support this genocide. At least Trump is not fake. What? That makes no sense. Yes, both parties are the same! Okay... but what about if you were in a swing state? NO. C'mon. I don't know, Rebecca says. I guess I would vote for Jill Stein or something. Jill Stein is a joke and have you seen that video AOC posted about her? I ask. Fuck AOC! Rebecca snaps. You know what Pelosi called her after she posted that?--'AOC Pelosi.' I laugh. I love AOC. Seriously! She's a mini Nancy Pelosi, that's what she is! Okay, let's not talk about politics anymore. I try to get off the phone.

Her eggplant dish is unbelievably tasty and I just stopped by her place last minute. I ask her for the recipe and who wrote it. It's from Fuchsia Dunlop. A white woman? Isn't this a Chinese dish? Yeah, but she's the real deal. She went to study Schezuan cuisine. How did you find out about her? She did a book signing at Camino. Jesus, this is so good.

You want to try this really expensive tea? It's called Bird Shit or something like that. What? Let me see the label. Yeah, no kidding.

I knock on her window to wake her up. Rebecca! Rebecca! I'm shocked when I see her. She's lost a lot of weight from the breakup. Her round cheeks have hollowed out and her pants are drooping down from her waist as she bolts up. She rubs her eyes and looks at her phone. Oh, fuck. I set my alarm for 6 PM instead of 6 AM.

I invite her over dinner while I'm housesitting at Shashank's loft in the city. She almost immediately walks over to his slouching, tall rubber plant and exclaims, Jane, hand me a wet paper towel. Why? This plant has too much dust on it which isn't good for photosynthesis. Okay. I give it to her. She concentrates. There. I update Shashank about my friend, this gardener he's never met, who's stopped by and how she started wiping down all of his leaves. He replies: truly, angels walk among us!

I don't know what boundaries are, she tells me. I'm just learning about them in therapy. How can you get through adulthood without the concept of boundaries? That's pretty amazing.

Rebecca asks if I want to join a bird observation tour that she's hosting and that we can go to the K festival after. I guess, I say, and warn her about the garbage K pop in advance. She laughs and tells me it's okay. We both don't end up going to either because her cat is sick and vomiting and I'm too tired from something else. Grandma Ice Cream won't be around much longer and I need to be there with her, she cries.

I don't like James Joyce, I write. I'm not surprised, she retorts. Have you read Dubliners? Because it's probably the best writing in the English language. No. What have you read of his? Ulysses. Oh, come on. You didn't read all of Ulysses. It was for class so I read what was required but it was very difficult for me to get through. Yeah. It's not easy. That's kind of the point. Why don't you like Faulkner? Faulkner is so good. He is an elitist, misogynist, pseudo intellectual douchebag whose books are boring and one-dimensional and self-obsessed. He's an annoying egomaniac who doesn't remotely deserve his place in literary canon.

Rebecca, do you still want to work the resale craft booth fair? When is it happening again? No, I'm sailing the Nationals.

Rebecca calls me, asking if I could notarize for her friend who just got into a terrible car accident. It's an old coworker of hers who she's reconnected with recently after not seeing him for four years. He has no family? No. Where are his parents? I think they're dead. She needs some documents notarized to access his cell phone to reach out to his contacts. We coordinate a time to meet at the hospital with the other witness. She darts to me and gives me a tight hug. She's tearful. Thank you, thank you. We quickly go to where her friend is. He can barely open his eyes but we manage to get his signature. She sits down on the linoleum to sign off. As we leave the hospital, she says she has something for me in the car. Rebecca hands me a box with a slice of cake from Sesame Tiny bakery. Tears are streaming down her face. Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me that you did this. This was so easy, Rebecca. It was no problem. I'm so sorry about your friend. Your friend is my friend. You're a really good friend. I'm just afraid that if I were in an emergency, no one would be there for me, she cries, wiping at her face. He's all alone.

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