the wonder cabinet

9

Wip - Bait/Tackle Shop

I did manage to fix the foundation (did what @baufive suggested and saved the color preset. Had to click ALL of the pylons till one took) but it doesn’t stick. The next time I save and reload the game it’s right back to the original. I’ll just live with it for now. 

In the meantime, don’t y’all want some dead fish carcasses from my refrigerator? lol Had to work with what I have for fishing cc (side eyeing you Sandy @aroundthesims. Just kidding) If I add anymore to the lot it will be too much. It’s set for provisions to be sold  when the time comes. 

Signs at a dinner party
  • Aries: Arrived an hour early, brought four bottles of wine, and was cooking half the meal before you realized it
  • Taurus: Found on the couch eating apps and showing someone they just met pictures of their pets
  • Gemini: Has talked to everyone within 15 minutes of their arrival, knows more about everyone than the host by the end of the night
  • Cancer: The quietest one at dinner, but compliments the host's home, the food, etc, every time they see them
  • Leo: Sits in the center of the table and is overdressed for the occasion but doesn't care
  • Virgo: Trying to not get too drunk but also get drunk enough to continue to socialize until it's acceptable to leave
  • Libra: Is the last one to leave because they fell asleep in the guest room after dessert
  • Scorpio: Looks through the host's medicine cabinet, wondering what they could take that wouldn't mix poorly with wine so they can continue to endure the party
  • Sagittarius: Arrived drunk barely in time for dessert, brought four friends and hired a stripper
  • Capricorn: Wine drunk on Aries' wine, forgetting to eat yet telling everyone how delicious the food is
  • Aquarius: Takes photos with everyone, is on their phone under the table yet listening to everything everyone says
  • Pisces: Trying not to cry every time they look around and are overwhelmed by everyone having a great time, gets up from the table any time anyone needs anything
AU: Uni Shawn - athlete/trainer

Requested: An imagine based on these bullet points with Shawn as a hockey player and y/n as a trainer.

Your name: submit What is this?

~~~

You grab the foam roller before re-entering the training room. Handing Steve the roller, you look around the room as a few more players are filing in, needing different things before they start to suit up and warm up for the game tonight. “You can go over there,” You tell him, pointing to the side of the room where he’ll be out of the way, so he can roll out his tight muscles.

He takes the foam roller from you, and says, “Thanks, y/n,” Before turning and heading over to the spot you told him to.

Now that he’s taken care of, you turn your attention to James who you noticed just walked in. “How’s your ankle?” You ask him, while motioning for him to take a seat on the table.

“Still sore,” He responds truthfully, while sitting down and lifting his foot up a bit so you can take a look. It still looks bruised.

“Have you been icing it?” You ask, and he nods. After moving it a bit, and taking into account his pain levels, you say, “It isn’t ideal, but I can wrap it, and you’ll be able to play tonight.”

“Thanks, y/n, you’re the best.” He tells you.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” You tell him then you walk to the cabinet to grab the pre-wrap and tape. While you’re digging through the cabinet, wondering what happened to all the pre-wrap, you feel someone come up behind you. A hand lands on your shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the back of your head before continuing on his way. When you turn around, Shawn is already halfway across the room, greeting Steve with a handshake. You just smile and shake your head at the fact that even after all this time, he still manages to make your heart speed up when he enters the room. Returning your attention to the cabinet, you finally locate the pre-wrap, and go back to James to wrap his ankle.

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a belated list of all the things i learned about @wanderingcas while visiting her

-h2hoe
-has a lot of tea
-has the cutest road rage
-calls cat an “asshole” in the most affectionate voice. its super cute??
-is not a vegan
-like seriously it’s a lot of tea
-tol
-super blue eyes like wtf sam get outta here
-literally half a cabinet of tea you don’t understand
-loves puzzles
-married a huge nerd
-wine mom
-amazing cook
-shouts “Cas!” when she sees anything related to bees (same tho)
-okay listen she asked if i wanted tea and when i asked what kinds she had she just kept pulling box after box out like it just wouldn’t end it was like the grandma’s bag in Halloween Town I actually had to get up to come look because she had like thirty boxes of tea on the counter and was stilling pulling more out and I was like “is your cabinet a black hole??? where is all of this coming from??” im stlll confused
-super nice and so cool and beautiful and the greatest human being i’ve ever met 10000000/10 do recommend 

Gate Keeper (part two)

Summary: Some say it’s not the journey that matters, but the destination. The destination justifies the journey. However, for him, the hunt was much more pleasurable than the meal.

Word count: 2540

Warnings: kissing, sexual tension, and sexual thangs. Not a lot, but more coming

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x reader


Wednesday came faster than you thought. You had tried to forget about your little encounter with the mysterious man on Monday night. Immersing yourself in your studies and actively participating in class, you had achieved your goal. This man, Tom, had vanished from your mind, even despite the way he’d made your insides feel. It was only when you had walked through the doors of Hiddleston et al. that your mind was flooded with the memories. You had managed, for a whole day and a half, to store Tom at the back of your mind. And now, walking down to the old files room, you were surprised to find your hands were slightly trembling as they gripped your shoulder bag.

           You remembered suddenly the request he had made last Monday. Wear a skirt Wednesday.

           As you took your homework out of your bag, you looked down at yourself; blue jeans and a red sweater. Biting your lip, you wondered if he’d even come back down here.

           The night started out very quiet. You were intensely drawn to your textbooks, your pen scribbling notes onto your notebook. Two hours had managed to fly by without anyone coming to disturb your studies, which you were always grateful for.

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Bowie’s Top 100

The legend, David Bowie, passed away at the age of 69 after an eighteen-month battle with cancer. He will be greatly missed. To celebrate his life, listed below are his top 100 books. 

-Interviews with Francis Bacon by David Sylvester

-Billy Liar by Keith Waterhouse

-Room At The Top by John Braine

-On Having No Head by Douglas Harding

-Kafka Was The Rage by Anatole Broyard

-A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess

-City of Night by John Rechy

-The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

-Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

-Iliad by Homer

-As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

-Tadanori Yokoo by Tadanori Yokoo

-Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Döblin

-Inside The Whale And Other Essays by George Orwell

-Mr. Norris Changes Trains by Christopher Isherwood

-Halls Dictionary of Subjects And Symbols In Art by James A. Hall

-David Bomberg by Richard Cork

-Blast by Wyndham Lewis

-Passing by Nella Larson

-Beyond The Brillo Box by Arthur C. Danto

-The Origin of Consciousness In The Breakdown Of The Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes

-In Bluebird’s Castle by George Steiner

-Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd

-The Divided Self by R.D. Laing

-The Stranger by Albert Camus

-Infants Of The Spring by Wallace Thurman

-The Quest For Christa T by Christa Wolf

-The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin

-Nights At The Circus by Angela Carter

-The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

-The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

-Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

-Herzog by Saul Bellow

-Puckoon by Spike Milligan

-Black Boy by Richard Wright

-The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald

-The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima

-Darkness At Noon by Arthur Koestler

-The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot

-McTeague by Frank Norris

-Money by Martin Amis

-The Outsider by Colin Wilson

-Strange People by Frank Edwards

-English Journey by J.B. Priestley

-A Confederacy Of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

-The Day Of The Locust by Nathanael West

-1984 by George Orwell

-The Life And Times Of Little Richard by Charles White

-Aopbopaloobop Alopbamboom: The Golden Age of Rock by Nik Cohn

-Mystery Train by Greil Marcus

-Beano (comics, 1950s)

-Raw (comics, 1980s)

-White Noise by Don DeLillo

-Sweat Soul Music: Rhythm and Blues and the Southern Dream of Freedom by Peter Guralnick

-Silence: Lectures and Writing by John Cage

-Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews edited by Malcolm Cowley

-The Sound of the City: The Rise of Rock and Roll by Charlie Gillete

-Octobriana and the Russian Underground by Peter Sadecky

-The Street by Ann Petry

-Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon

-Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby, Jr.

-A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

-The Age of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby

-Metropolitan Life by Fran Lebowitz

-The Coast of Utopia by Tom Stoppard

-The Bridge by Hart Crane

-All The Emperor’s Horses by David Kidd

-Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

-Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess

-The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos

-Tales of Beatnik Glory by Ed Saunders

-The Bird Artist by Howard Norman

-Nowhere To Run: The Story of Soul Music by Gerri Hirshey

-Before the Deluge by Otto Friedrich

-Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence From Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson by Camille Paglia

-The American Way of Death by Jessica Mitford

-In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-Lady Chatterly’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence

-Teenage by Jon Savage

-Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh

-The Hidden Persuaders by Vance Packard

-The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

-Viz (comics, early 1980s)

-Private Eye (satirical magazine, 1960s-1980s)

-Selected Poems by Frank O’Hara

-The Trial of Henry Kissinger by Christopher Hitchens

-Flaubert’s Parrot by Julian Barnes

-Maldodor by Comte de Lautréamont

-On The Road by Jack Kerouac

-Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders by Lawrence Weschler

-Zanoni by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

-Transcendental Magic, Its Doctrine and Ritual by Eliphas Lévi

-The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels

-The Leopard by Giusseppe Di Lampedusa

-Inferno by Dante Alighieri

-A Grave For A Dolphin by Alberto Denti di Pirajno

-The Insult by Rupert Thomson

-In Between The Sheets by Ian McEwan

-A People’s Tragedy by Orlando Figes

-Journey Into The Whirlwind by Eugenia Ginzburg


“The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.” -David Bowie

4

Watching Doctor Who last night, I thought Bill’s kitchen looked rather familiar… and then I realised it’s a set I designed in 2012 for the Welsh soap Pobol-y-Cwm!

And I only noticed because I saw some cabinets and wondered to myself “Who would put cabinets like… Oh my god, I would put cabinets like…!”

The Beginning of the End. The final chapter

Mark x Reader x Jinyoung
Genre: fluff/angst

Previous Chapter

Mark walked into the dance practice studio and immediately collapsed on the couch. The meeting with you this morning left him exhausted. Jackson and JB were stretching on the floor and made eye contact with one another.

 “Mark, are you okay?” Jackson inquired, taking note of Mark’s red eyes.

 “No” was all Mark said, replaying the conversation you had with him this morning.

The three young members walked into the studio, laughing and holding the snacks that they picked up from the convenience store. Jinyoung entered the room, pushing past them. “Mark!” he shouted. He walked straight over to him and flung his fist, punching Mark in the face.

 Jackson and JB leaped up to their feet, “What’s going on,” JB asked placing his hands on Jinyoung’s chest.

 Mark wiped his lip where Jinyoung punched, his lip cut and slight blood oozing out. He remained silent as he stood up to his feet.

 “He kissed Y/N” Jinyoung shouted.

 “Woah,” Bambam said, his mouth gaping open.

 “She was mine first. You don’t know what it felt like when she disappeared! You don’t know how much she meant to me” Mark raised his voice, stepping towards Jinyoung.

 “That doesn’t give you the right to kiss her now. Not while she’s my girl!” Jinyoung’s dialect came out a bit.

 “That can change” Mark threatened. “I love her, I’m sorry but I do. I can’t sit back and watch anymore. Her leaving was because she loved me. She sacrificed us because she wasn’t willing to let me give up everything for her.”

 Mark didn’t have to explain that to Jinyoung. He knew the kind of person you are. It hurt him that you loved someone that much and it happened to be one of his best friends. He didn’t know where your heart lied. When he asked if you still loved Mark you never gave him an answer. Now Mark was here confessing his love for you in his face.

~

You sat in the living room. Your mind and heart filled with thoughts of Mark and Jinyoung. With Jinyoung it was simple. He was always there for you, as a friend and as a boyfriend. Your love was warm. Like a safety blanket you felt secure with him. You remembered all the awkward dances in the bed room and the way you would tell bad jokes but he’d kiss you on the forehead anyways, his eyes crinkling as he would shake his head at you. Your relationship with Mark was like a rollercoaster ride. All the ups and down but you enjoyed every moment of it, the thrill of being with him. The love that was passionate and sweet and you both would sacrifice anything for the love you two shared.

 It came like a tidal wave over you, you knew who it was that you wanted to be with. Jumping up from the couch you grabbed jacket and headed towards the door. You needed to tell him that you loved him.
~

Jinyoung and Mark stood facing each other, two friends fighting over the same girl who they both loved dearly.

 “She’s with me Mark, she could have come back to you but she didn’t.”

 “Y/N may be with you and she may love you, but are you one hundred percent certain that she doesn’t love me too?” Mark raised his eyebrow.

 The tension in the air was thick as the other members watched. Jinyoung couldn’t give an answer, because he didn’t know where your feelings for Mark lied. The door opened and everyone turned around. You walked into the practice room, it was silent. The first thing you noticed was Jinyoung and Mark facing each other. The next thing you saw was Mark’s cut lip.

 You ran straight to Mark, cupping his face with you hands. “Oh my god, Mark are you okay?” You looked at Jinyoung, his knuckles shadowed with bruising.  You never wanted to come between their friendship and that’s why you never told Jinyoung about Mark.

 You turned back to face Mark, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up” You grabbed his hand and lead him out of the room.

 Jinyoung’s heart sank as he watched you reach for Mark’s hand and walk out. You didn’t even say anything to him. He tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling, The heart ache sinking in.

 “Jinyoung…” Jackson reached out to him placing a hand on his shoulder.

 Jinyoung couldn’t say anything, he brushed Jackson’s hand off his shoulder and turned to walk out of the studio.

 You sat Mark down on the couch upstairs, walking over to the kitchenette you looked under the sink and pulled out the first aid kit. Mark watched you, a breath of hope in his lungs that you made your choice and that your choice was him. You sat beside him on the couch, pouring antiseptic on a cotton swab.

 “This might hurt” you said as you started dabbing at his lip. Mark hissed at the stinging sensation, flinching away a little. “Don’t be a baby, it probably doesn’t hurt as much as when you actually got punched.” You leaned in closer, gently blotting his lip. Mark smiled, loving how close you were to him. The smell of your perfume just inches away, he could feel your breath on his lips. He reached up and grabbed your wrist, looking into your eyes.

 “Y/N..” he said as he leaned in closer to try and close the gap between both of your lips.

 You pulled away, reaching up you released Mark’s hand from your wrist as you shifted to make space between the two of you.

 “Mark, I’m sorry for leaving you all those years” A tear rolled down your cheek.

 He smiled, grasping your cheek, his thumb wiping the tear away. “You’re here now.”

 You reached your hand up and held his hand then let go, “I didn’t come for you.”

 Mark’s hand slipped from your cheek, “You’re choosing him.”

 You sighed, “The way I loved you I will never love anyone like that again. I was scared for us and our future. But with Jinyoung I’m sure, I love him and I know I can’t ever leave his side. No matter what life throws at us.”  

 Mark half smiled, “he’s lucky.” He couldn’t say anything else, there was nothing more he could do. His questions were all answered and your choice was made. He stood up from the couch, leaning down he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll see you around Y/N, I wish you and Jinyoung the best.” He walked away, not turning back to look at you. It was time to move on and let go.

 You let out a sigh of relief, standing you went back to the studio.

 “Did you guys know about Mark and Y/N? Or am I the only one that was caught off guard” Yugeom was sprawled on the floor.  

 “It’s probably why he was always sneaking off in the middle of the night back when we were rooming together” Youngjae said while playing on his phone.

“Poor Jinyoung” Bambam sighed.

 You walked into the room, your eyes scanning for Jinyoung. “Where’s Jinyoung?”

 “He left as soon as you left with Mark” JB spoke.

 You realized that Jinyoung must have misinterpreted your actions. “I have to go” you said as you left the room.

 “Where are you going?” JB called out after you.

 “To tell Jinyoung I love him!” you said as you ran out.

 “Plot twist” Jackson said in a high pitched voice.  JB shook his head and hit Jackson in the shoulder.

 You walked into your house panting because you just ran from the studio. “Jinyoung!” you called out in hopes that he was home. You ran upstairs to your bedroom, “Jinyoung” you called out again but the room was empty, the closet door was open and the luggage that you stored in there was gone. You feared that he left, pulling out your cell phone you dialed his number. It went straight to voicemail.

 “Y/N?” Jinyoung entered the bedroom.

 “Jinyoung” you ran straight into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his waist, your head pressed against his chest, His arms encompassed you as he rested his chin on your head.

 “You asked me if I still love Mark and I told you that I love you” you said looking up at you.

 Jinyoung sighed then let you go in frustration running his hands through his hair, “That’s not the answer I want Y/N”

 You smiled, “It’s the answer I’m always going to give you because it’s the only thing that matters to me. I love you.” You moved closer and touched his cheek. “Park Jinyoung, you are the only one I love. No one else just you.”

 He looked at you, his face softening. He leaned down and kissed you. His lips soft and subtle against yours. Pulling away he tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling at you as he planted a kiss on your forehead. You reached for his hand and he winced. Looking at it you noticed the bruising that had formed around his knuckles.

 “Come on, let’s go get something for that hand” You walked into the bathroom pulling things out of the medicine cabinet, “I wonder if we have any band-aids” you said while sifting through the shelves.

 Jinyoung looked at you confused, “why do we need one?”

 You grinned at him, “because I scraped my knee falling for you” You burst out into laughter at your corny and terrible joke.

 Jinyoung smiled, his eyes crinkling, shaking his head he kissed your forehead and laughed pulling you into a hug. You knew this is where you wanted to be.

-admin Youngley

9

These photos of my kitchen were taken a few years ago but not much has changed. There used to be some really obtrusive cabinets that I ripped out and I also took the doors off the other cabinets. It is so wonderful to have open cabinets! You can see everything! My kitchen is only 100 square feet so I had to maximize the space. The punched tin star thing on the wall is a spice cabinet. I have that, a rack below that and a whole drawer filled with spices.

Here’s a link to some of my kitchen altar images.

   Cabinets of Curiosities, 1666, oil on canvas by Georg Hainz, German, 1639-1688. Hainz was the founder of still life painting in Hamburg and his style was in the Dutch tradition of the 17th century. Kunsthalle, Hamburg, Germany. 

   At the time, it was fashionable to collect natural and artificial items and display them on shelves called “art cabinets.” This one is a type of vanitas still life. These were also known as Wunderkammer or Cabinets of Wonder with their artifacts of natural history, geology, archaeology, history and religion.

People I Kinda Know I

Monoprint/Monotype

The first in an open-ended series of prints based on a late night rumination about a dream I had. The dream was populated by people I didn’t recognize but seemed familiar. I was reminded that the human mind stores everything we see - every leaf on a tree, every face we see. We may never consciously access these memories again, but they are there, tucked away in our mental file cabinet. I wonder if the people populating my dreams are a mashup of the various features of all the people I’ve encountered in my life? I decided to interpret my vague visual impressions of these dream people.

Family

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy.

Word count: 1732

Prompt: What if Dean wishes to start a family? 

Beta: @whispersandwhiskerburn She is frigin’ awesome! A hugeee thanks to her for betaing this shit. :P

A/N: This is for @curliesallovertheplace‘s 1000 followers’ “ Curlies Celebration Challenge” I hope you guys like it. I tried my best! :) Feedback is appreciated! :) 

You had not been feeling well for several days; you had thrown up several times in the last week, but you were sure it was just some kind of food poisoning.

However, today, the realization hit you that you were late for your period, something that had never happened to you before.

This couldn’t be what you were thinking. To be fair, you weren’t really regular with protection, but you were on your pills, so you couldn’t be…pregnant.

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9 Common herbs for The Witch’s Cabinet


Sage-Sage is the staple of any witch stockpile. Most notable for its cleansing abilities, a bundle of dried sage produces a smell that is abhorrent to most spirits or nasty little critters that like to dwell about. Burn a little, and it will drive them out of your area. For these reasons, sage is used to cleanse and purify sacred spaces before a ritual. Sage is also believed to increase wisdom and gain guidance from a spirit.
Lavender-A wonderful herb for healing, it can be used in teas for ridding oneself of headaches. Magically speaking, it is excellent for helping to calm anxiety and stressful situations. It has often been used for aiding sleep and helping to promote prophetic dreaming. If you like to purify yourself before a ritual, sprinkle some in the bathtub and have a nice soak.
Peppermint-Perfect for settling an upset stomach, mint in most forms is a great addition to the stores. It is a good herb for protection and for gaining or attracting wealth to you. Not to mention the fairies tend to flock about when it’s grown in abundance. It’s been known to attract casual lovers.
Horehound-Excellent for a sore throat, horehound is said to be especially useful in warding against being ensorcelled. That is to say, to protect against other witches or someone casting spells against you. It may even be productive if you’ve got a particularly nasty entity that needs exorcising.
Ginger-Being a spicy herb, ginger is known for adding a punch to spells and enchantments, especially those involving sexual magic. This can mean either strengthening the spell, quickening it to fruition, or just making sure it has the desired effect.
Clove-Nobody likes malicious gossip, least of all a witch. Cloves are useful for the sake of preventing drama and diverting people from enveloping you in their lies or slander. It is especially good at protecting children from harmful teasing or bullying and can be helpful in bringing your friends closer to you.
Olive-Don’t underestimate these little things. They’ve been used in a wide variety of magic and are just as potent today as they were thousands of years ago. Olives are signs of fertility for both men and women and are thought to increase the chances of pregnancy. It is a substantial offering, especially for any workings involving a Cthonic deity and can be used for a quick topical potion mix.
Anise-A vivid strengthener in divination and omens, anise is a most wonderful addition to the cabinet. It is thought to assist in trances and meditation, as well as bringing entities to your aid in a working. Anise takes the shape of a star, an important symbol it witchcraft.
Red Clover-Often seen as a symbol of good luck, red clover is a good charm to ward off unwanted romantic advances or to ensure to loyalty of someone you love. It’s sometimes viewed as a shamanic plant, able to help one in their interactions with the Otherworld and used as a protection when traveling between. It is thought to calm the capricious nature of some entities if given as an offering.

“While you’re at it, get me a strawberries & crème frappuccino with a drizzle of chocolate on top please!”

“…Do I look like I have the menu of Starbucks memorized?”

And yet he still reaches around the cabinet, wondering if there’s any of that strawberry milkshake left over from Lena’s stash in the fridge.

I love the head cannon where soldier’s the dad of Overwatch and especially sweet on Hana. Military dad and daughter bond is so adorable.

I must get around to drawing D.Va in her new Hanbok skin soon.

Laws of Motion & Attraction (V, You) Part 13

“Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says: I need you because I love you.’” - Erich Fromm

Part 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12


Jungkook carried his luggage to the back of the van, clapping their driver on the shoulder who decided to help him out. He muttered a thank you as he passed it to him before moving towards the side of the vehicle and fishing his phone from his pockets.

There were several notifications, mostly emails from the dance academy he’d be working for in New York; texts from people he once had a fling with (they really couldn’t seem to let go for some reason), and several tweets from his so-called fans who follows his dance covers on YouTube.

Jungkook was used to seeing his phone blow up so much even on Sunday’s. But all these notifications seem too dull in comparison to the single text sent to him last night.

Inbox
Taehyung

Have a safe flight, Jungkook. :) Keep in touch.


Jungkook tried not to read too much into the message, repeating to himself (so much that he started to sound like a broken record) that when Taehyung said “keep in touch”, he wan’t asking to start over and get back together with him.

He was asking to start over… As friends.

And Jungkook never thought anything could be more painful (or pitiful) than the time Taehyung broke up with him.

“Hey yo Kookie!” Jimin busted out making Jungkook jump; his thumb fumbling for the home button before Jimin gets a glimpse of the text.

“I told you not to sneak up on me.” Jungkook glared and Jimin only shrugged with a smile, his eyes turning into slits.

“Do I look like the type to listen to you?”

Jungkook scoffed before leaning back on the car with his hands deep in his jean’s pockets.

“You seem quiet.” Jimin nudged his shoulder.

“And you seem annoying more than usual.” Jungkook parried causing Jimin to roll his eyes amusedly.

“So how’d it go with your boyfriend?” Jimin opened up with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows and Jungkook winced.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Jimin.”

“Fine, ex boyfriend.” Jungkook winced even more. Jimin sensed the seriousness emanating from the boy and decided to stop joking around.

“Didn’t get him back?” He asked cautiously and Jungkook glanced at him with a shake of his head.

“The great Jeon Jungkook…” Jimin looked at him incredulously. “Has been… Rejected?! Denied?! Refused?! Shunned–”

“Oh wow, I heard you the first time.” Jungkook snapped with a sneer. “I didn’t need a list.”

“Sorry.” Jimin said, his shoulders slumping. “Was just trying to cheer you up.”

“You have a weird way of showing your concern, hyung.”

“Well I’m one of a kind.” Jimin boasted as he crossed his arms and leant beside him, nudging his shoulder. “Come on Jungkook, cheer up! Moping doesn’t suit you. Glaring does.”

Jungkook snorted and shook his head, “I’m not moping. I’m fine.”

“Of course you are.” Jimin clucked his tongue before facing him and shaking his shoulders slightly. “You know what will make you feel better?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “We should go out once we get back. New York has a lot of great spots with a lot chics to match.” He winked.

“Sounds fun.” Jungkook muttered but his mind was still elsewhere as he stood straighter and moved towards the front of the van.

“Or maybe… we should start dating.”

Jungkook snapped up at Jimin’s suggestion and saw him wiggling his eyebrows playfully. He huffed and opened the van, waving his hand in a flourish. “Get in before I snap your neck.”

“Aww~ I knew you secretly liked me too, Kookie.” Jimin pinched his cheek as he hopped into the van, earning a sneer from the boy. Jimin chuckled telling him that the sneering and glaring definitely suited him better.

“I’m serious, though,” Jimin said as Jungkook hopped in and sat beside him. “We should start dating.”

“Shut up, hyung.” Jungkook spat but a smile was already tugging at corners of his mouth as he closed the door.

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