I have had laryngitis going on three days now (getting better, slowly) and so Kankri does too… I’m honestly shocked I have not come across any sort of fan-plot with this yet.
I feel fine aside from an uncomfortable throat and, you know, NOT BEING ABLE TO FREAKIN’ TALK, gone through this before, so I’m stuck at home with nothing to do. Might as well draw Kankri in misery, right? TBC~
So honored to be mentioned on this @Autostraddle list of ‘21 Badass QTPOC Couples That Make Our Hearts Flutter’ with my dreamy husband @themrmilan and among so many other great examples of love and there are so many more that inspire me including the #QTPOC who sustain loving friendships, and plural partnerships gifting us all daily with the beautiful ways you love. Thank you all for giving us so much hope and for loving each other so damn well. #lovein #loveout
Description:It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
The blades of grass dipped within the spaces of your fingers
as you laid on the ground underneath the school tree. The shade covered your
body allowing a relaxing atmosphere to take over; well that is until he gets there.
You suddenly feel yourself being pulled up to your feet,
causing you to crash into something firm. When you open your eyes you’re met
with a sly smirk hidden behind the now familiar glint of his lip ring.
“Jungkook, what’re you doing here, you’re supposed to be
sick?” You give him a skeptical look, but he’s not having any of it and he
quickly pulls you into his embrace.
“I was, but now I’m not, and I wanted to see you.” He smiles
as he drops his hands down to your hips to keep you in place.
“You’re gonna get in so much shit if they see you.” He was
wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt, nothing even close to the school
“Well then we better get out of here before they see me.” He
whispers as he dips his head down pressing his lips to yours, enveloping you in
his addictive presence. You begin to mold your mouth to his as his fingers dig
into your sides. You’ve only been going for a few seconds when you feel him tug
you forward, causing you to reluctantly break away.