static on tv

whenever i think of you, i touch my shelf

pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin

wc: 3.2k

genre: bookstore!au, fluff with a dash of humor and pining

summary: jungkook embarrasses himself with a Freudian slip when he first tries to talk to the cute bookstore employee with the fairy pink hair he has a huge, not-so-obvious (super obvious) crush on. 

a/n: so.. like.. i decided to write something fluffy and lighthearted to take a break from all the angst i’m preparing celebrate a very Teeny Tiny milestone bcus i’m happy that ppl actually like my trivial blog enough to follow me;; whether it’s for my writing or for just my awful tags or smth else hehe,, so thank u!!! and i hope everyone likes it ⸜₍๑•⌔•๑ ₎⸝ 💓✨

Jungkook slowly peeks out from behind the timber bookshelf, brain buzzing like static on a television that has lost signal. Despite the quietude of the campus bookstore and the peacefulness the early morning had brought to its atmosphere, the brilliant sun cascading its rays through the vitreous windowpanes, all Jungkook can hear was the sound of his heart beating rapidly against his chest like the variegated wings of a humming bird restless in the air once he catches sight of the boy with the fairy pink hair sitting at one of the rotund tables - reading at his usual seat during his breaks. 

There’s a new book in his hands this time and ever since Jungkook noticed that the cute boy (to which Jungkook had discovered his name was Jimin, as read from his name tag) had finished Murakami’s grueling novel 1Q84 that consisted of 1,157 pages in merely four days, Jungkook deduced that he was an impressively fast reader, but it’s not like Jungkook always watched him or anything and kept tabs on what he was reading all the time and had maybe memorized his schedule. Pfft, no - that’s just creepy and Jungkook is not creepy.

“Jungkook, you’re being creepy,” A husky voice whispers behind him. Cheeks flushing, Jungkook turns around to find Taehyung watching him in wry amusement, an eyebrow quirked. 

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Classifications of cronch

Classic Cronch™
•stepping on leaves
•beach sand

Squonch (squish-cronch)
•bubble slime
•slime with beads/sequins

Cranch (crack-cronch)
•crackling fire
•breaking pastries
•breaking sticks/twigs

•glow sticks

iCronch (ice/water cronch)

NatCronch (nature-cronch)
•crushing pinecones
•tree bark
•crushing acorns
•crushing seed pods

Plonch (plastic/paper cronch)
•chip bags
•wax paper
•crinkly paper
•crinkly plastic
•those crinkly balloons

Slonch (sizzle-cronch)
•sizzling bacon
•hot oil
•opening a soda can

Sonch (sand-cronch)
•kinetic sand
•squishing sand
•crumbling sand

Monch (marble/bead cronch)
•wood beads
•plastic beads
•fuze beads
•glass beads

Bronch (breaking cronch)
•stepping on broken glass
•breaking cds
•snapping wood
•crushing boxes
•stepping on soda cans

Chonch (chop-cronch)
•chopping kinetic sand
•cutting kinetic sand
•chopping/cutting floam
•chopping styrofoam
•chopping vegetables

Clonch (click-cronch)
•clicky buttons
•roller coasters

Chench (chew-cronch)
•mouth sounds

Winonch (wind-cronch)
•breathing/blowing in ear
•blowing into microphone
•brushing microphone

Glonch (glitch/static cronch)
•glitching noises
•tv static
•vhs static
•chhhh sounds

Verbonch (verbal-cronch)
•making vocal cronch noises
•cronchy echolalia
•the words cronch

Scronch (scratch-cronch) •scratching hard surfaces •drumming fingers •scratching cardboard •scraping •caligraphy

some hobbies

• casual dissociation
• extreme dissociation
• rum & cola
• avoiding
• not feeling anything
• feeling everything
• feeling nothing and everything at the same time (intensely)
• melting
• sitting in a cauldron of my own bubbling disorders and illnesses
• TV static
• headaches
• Astral projection and general witchery

What the Signs remind me of (oddly specific)

Aries: The neon red that lights up a sex store sign. It is an oddly but warm light that keeps you safe.

Taurus: The tickling caress of silk sheets on your thigh.

Gemini: TV statics. The only sound in the house while a storm is bursting outside.

Cancer: The bit of light that beams through the blinds and wakes you up in the morning.

Leo: Bold fur carpets like a hot pink or thrashing purple. The ones you post on instagram with your new purchase of stilettos.

Virgo: The smell of coffee in Starbucks. Somehow it puts you in a good mood.

Libra: A China Set in some glass cabinet. It is your prized possession. 

Scorpio: The silence of yourself in a bath as you watch the water fill in your palm.

Sagittarius: The faint sound of a car speeding outside your window.

Capricorn: The dripping of a sink. It keeps you up all night. 

Aquarius: A lava lamp that is the only light provided in the room. It makes you feel so fucking cool.

Pisces: The beach after sunset. A dreary sky, almost indigo. The waters turn to a slight navy blue. .