this picture is too perfect


first batch of fashion folder jojo rqs w/ some ladies!!

Some of my fav pics of Haechan

Author’s Note: This pic set includes:

Cute Haechan, Candid Haechan, Rude Haechan, Boyfriend Haechan and Pre-debut Haechan! (plus, captions expressed by yours truly)

// Putting this under a “keep reading” bcuz its hella long srz no I’m not lmao //

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I keep seeing people asking ‘is solarpunk really punk?’ because it’s too happy and optimistic and stuff

and I’m picturing a perfect moment in a solarpunk community – the neighborhood mayor standing with a shit-eating grin on her face when the cops come and cut them off from city power, and nothing turns off


📌 Jerome and you fuck like the apocalypse is in less than 24 hours.
📌 You both lost your virginities to one another back in the circus days.
📌 You were very nervous about it but he reassured you that it would be okay. (awe sane Jerome)
📌 He’s mad kinky.
📌 Sex is never vanilla. He always has something he wants to try.
📌 Blowjobs and handjobs are your personal favorites because you like to see him squirm.
📌 He’s the most vocal when he’s about to cum.
📌 Jerome is really big into overstimulation.
📌 You could cum and he’d still be fucking you to the point where you body is shaking and you’re begging for him to stop.
📌 Same thing w him. When he cums he tells you to keep going and it leaves him extremely sensitive.
📌 Choking
📌 Gun play
📌 spanking
📌The dirty talk is filthy, but so hot at the same time.
📌 One time he fucked you on Galavan’s desk. (Actually, multiple times. That guy was a dick)
📌 I picture Jerome’s size to be above average but nothing too extreme. The perfect size actually.
📌 His libido is fucking insane.

Can you hear me screaming

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New Girl (Jaehyun)

plot: you’re the outcasted new girl and he’s the basketball team MVP… why can’t everything just go your way for once…

length: 1,688 words

genre: sports!AU

*a/n: these pictures are just way too perfect and relevant not to use heheh

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anonymous asked:

can you do one where the reader is a fan and meets josh for the first time?? thanks :) love u tay


“Come on, Jenna. Hurry up, we’re going to miss our chance!” you say, dragging her away from the guy she was just talking to and closer to the door you know Josh would be walking out of any minute now. “Do you know how often chances like these come about? Never. So stop talking to boys and help me get a picture!”

“Y/N. Chances like these come about all the time.“ Jenna says, she doesn’t seem annoyed though, so that was a nod in your direction. "I should know, you drag me all over the place any time you hear Josh is within a five mile radius.”

“That’s not true!” you protest. Jenna just gives you that look, the one she always uses when you’re full of shit. Okay, so maybe it’s a little bit true. But, it’s not your fault, really, all you want is a picture. Just one. “Okay fine. But still, today might be the day that I actually, finally get a picture with Josh, and that’s never going to happen if we’re standing on the other side of the road.”

Jenna just laughs, because she’s a really fucking good friend who puts up with your shit, like trailing her out of bed at two in the morning to try and get a picture with Josh.

The crowd is relatively small for a change, which is good, the less people there were, the bigger your chance was to get noticed. There’s only a few girls (and boys) crowding the door of the hotel Josh is about to leave, but not enough to cause too much of a scene to the clearly underage, drunken teenagers stumbling their way out of pubs. You stay near the back of the crowd, not wanting to push past people because you know how annoying and rude that is. It’s not too bad anyway, you can still see the door fairly well.

Jenna stands next to you, burying herself further into her jacket, because apparently it’s cold at two in the morning in the middle of winter, who would’ve known? (Clearly not you because you decided to put on a t-shirt with rolled up sleeves). “So, you think today could be the day then?” Jenna says, eyes raking over the small crowd in front of you.

“Well, yeah. There’s usually a lot more people than this so surely it’ll be easier to get noticed.” you barely gets the full sentence out before a loud scream from somewhere in front of you rings out.  Followed by a few more. A lot more. You snap your head toward the door, knowing that screaming can only mean one thing. And that’s when you see it. The messy yellow hair that you’ve seen so, so many times before but has never actually been this close to. And shit, he isn’t half close.

Josh makes his way through the people, stopping for pictures and hugs and you feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest because this is it. This is finally it.

It doesn’t take long for Josh to get to you. And you’re pretty sure you can hear his heart beat over everybody’s screaming. Josh frowns for a second before saying “You must be freezing.” And you have to tell every single cell in your body not to explode because Josh Dun just spoke to you.

“What? Oh. No, I’m fine. Can’t even feel it.” you say, and it’s true, you can hardly feel anything. “Could I get a picture? With you, that is. A picture with you.”

“Sure, love” -love! - before standing next to you and smiling.

You take a second to react because you can smell him, but then as you bring your phone up, already having the camera open. You place your finger over the volume button to take the picture and -

Josh is pulled away.

“Sorry, Josh. You don’t have time for anymore pictures.” A big bulky guy says.

“But I-”

“No, Josh. We need to leave or you wont be in Boston in time.” You decide right then and there that you do not like the bulky guy.

Josh looks over at you apologetically. “I’m so sorry. Another time, yeah?“ And he’s gone before you can even reply. Which is kind of a good thing because you’re pretty sure your voice would break in a very embarrassing way and you would probably start crying.

Jenna seems to realize this because she puts her arm around you and says, "It’s okay. We’ll keep trying, babe” as she leads you towards the nearest bar.

- - -

“I was so close” you say, drunkenly to an equally-as-drunk Jenna.

“I know, babe. I saw” she says, rubbing your back in a way that is supposed to be comforting and probably would be if you weren’t piss drunk and ready to puke.

“I was so close. I had my finger on the button, Jen. I was so close.”

“I know, I know. But next time, yeah. Even Josh said so.” And that’s when you realize that yeah, Josh did say that. Josh spoke to you. Josh Dun spoke to you.



“I’m gonna puke” And then you do.

- - -

“Come on, Y/N. You’ve been locked up in your room for three days. Three days, Y/N. You know how weird that is for you. Just stop moping and come out with me,” Jenna says from outside your bedroom door.

“I’m not moping.” you say into your pillow, it’s a bit muffled but whatever. “Moping is pathetic and I am most definitely not doing it.”

“Fine, fine. Well, whatever it is your doing. Stop doing it and come out with me.  It’ll be fun, we’ll just go somewhere quiet, yeah? A small bar or something.”

You make a noise which clearly means fuck that, but you get up anyway because you just really want to get Jenna to stop complaining about you. “Fine. Just let me get ready.”

And half an hour later you come out of your room, hair in a ponytail and dressed in black jeans and a sweater.

“There she is! Nice to see you’ve stopped moping.“ Jenna snickers.

"I wasn’t moping!” you groan.

- - -

You do just go to a bar, which you’re very thankful for because you can’t really deal with dancing and people. There’s a few people in, not too many, making it fairly quiet except for the occasional drunken shout coming from the guys in the corner.

You go over to a booth in the back because you refuse to sit too out in the open, being the unsociable loser you were right now. Jenna goes and buys them the first round, coming back with two drinks in hand. They finish them quickly enough. And it starts to relax you. Makes you forget about stupid bulky guy pulling Josh away from you and by the third round, you decide it’s your turn to buy drinks.

You stumble a little on your way to the bar, which you will never admit if anyone brings it up, but when you do get there, you order the drinks and suddenly feel someone stand next to you.

“Hey,” you hear a voice say. And for a second you think maybe you’re actually still in your bedroom not-moping and this is all a dream because fuck if you didn’t know that voice. But then you look up and Josh is right there. Josh Dun is right there and you just know that this is real life because your dreaming skills could not imagine the way his cheeks are slightly flushed and his smile is slightly crooked and holy shit.

“Uh, hey.” you say, going for casual but it ends up just sounding like a very high-pitched squeek. Josh laughs though, which. Wow.

“So I do believe I owe you a picture.” he says. And that’s the exact moment that you stopped breathing for a whole like, twenty seconds, because Josh remembered him.

“I, uh, yeah. I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want. Like, you don’t owe me it.” You reply, your cheeks turning slightly pink.

Josh laughs again, pulling out his phone. “Don’t be stupid. I want to.” he says, before holding the camera out in front of their faces, telling you to smile. You do, of course. And Josh does too and the picture turns out amazing and everything is perfect until you realize.

“But it’s on your phone.” you say with a frown, “can we take another?” You’re already pulling your phone out but then Josh speaks again.

“No need,” he says with a grin “I’ll send it to you.”

You frown again, “But you don’t have my number.”

And that is when Josh’s grin turns into a smirk, “I will if you give me it.”

Holy shit.

You struggle to stay calm when Josh hands his phone over for you to put in your number, and your hands are shaking as you thumb it into the phone, but you get the job done and hand it back.

“I’ll see you soon then, yeah?” Josh says pulling you in to a short hug, and you just nod and hug back because you don’t know what else to do. And then Josh is pulling back and shooting you a small smile before making his way over to the booth where his friends must be.

You completely forget about the drinks as you make your way back over to Jenna, smiling like an idiot as Jenna has a gaping grin on her face. Your own grin only widens when your phone vibrates in your pocket and you pull it out to see a text from an unknown number saying ‘Call me sometime, love.’ along with the picture of you and Josh.

And, yeah. You’re definitely going to do that.

Love is... a concerto in A Major - K622

By: @thegirlfromoverthepond

My deepest thanks to @titaniasfics for her help in betaing this story :) thank you so much, lady :)

the awesome art is done by the so gifted @akai-echo.

She comes every Friday afternoon, taking the girl with curly hair to her flute lesson.

Every Friday I watch as she passes before the windows of my class, talking to her daughter, laughing.

One day in September, I heard her laughter through the now-open windows, and I swear, i’ve never heard music so pure.

I know it’s pitiful. I know that i shouldn’t be completely infatuated with the mother of one of the kids we teach to, but I can’t help it.

Her husband is the luckiest man alive.

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She’s perfect (but you’re the one)

Headcanon again. JiKook college AU. They’re best friends and Jimin is really in love with Jungkook, who has this beneficial relationship with this one girl. Little angsty, but they love each other very much and it ends happily. Yes, I know it’s not very original - but it came into my mind while I was listenening Perfect by Selena Gomez :D, and I just had to put it down. Enjoy :)

• Jungkook’s sitting next to Jimin on his bed, both of their backs leaning against the wall, duvet covering their legs. In front of them is situated small chair with laptop on it. They’re currently watching third episode of The Flash.

• Constantly, they’re interrupted by vibrations of Jungkook’s phone, signalizing (together with small blinking notification light) he’s got a new text.

• Jimin has finally enough. What’s the point of turning the phone into “silent mode” when both of them are very well aware of every single time he receives a text? Instead of the buzzing, Jungkook can put it on normal mode. Maybe it would be less annoying. Jimin stops the series.

• “Sorry Kook, but is this really – really necessary? Do you have some important thing going on now?” Jimin looks at his best friend, annoyed expression on his face. Jungkook bits his lips, and then smirks.

• “Well, she likes to know what I’m doing now. And the more talkative I am, happier she is. That means she’s more likely to let me do things the next time we shag.”

• Jimin feels the familiar cringe of his insides, always the same one that appears when Jungkook talks about his friends-with-benefits relationship. He’s just hoping Jungkook didn’t notice the twitch of his shoulders he felt for a second. But Jungkook seems oblivious to things like that, too lost in his mind full of sex – or whatever he was thinking about just now with that look in his eyes.

• Jungkook sees the way Jimin almost rolls his eyes and laughs. “Hyung, you should try it, too.”

• Jimin glares at him. “Like, to find a boyfriend who’s not even my boyfriend? Why?”

• Jungkook blinks and leans closer to Jimin. “Or a girlfriend. Didn’t you mention that classmate of yours – Rina? Or what was it… you liked her, no?”

• “First off, I liked her, but in a she’s-so-cute way. She is a really nice person, you know? And second off, can you just stop with this lame attempts to force me into something like this? You know very well that I’m not that kind of person. At all. And I don’t find slightest pleasure in pure sex without feelings.” Jimin stabs Jungkook with his stare and he just sighs a little.

• “I’ve never said I don’t feel anything for her. We’re just keeping this open…” Jungkook says quietly, eyes focused on Jimin’s furrowed brows. Yes, he knew how much Jimin despises the thing he has going on with YeonJu. But, Jungkook needs that thing; in a way…

• With this lame attempts to “convince” Jimin to find someone like YeonJu is for him, he was actually trying to make Jimin admit he likes someone. Because Jungkook feels like Jimin does, but he denies it every time. And Jungkook has to – just has to – know who it is. How he or she looks. Are they prettier than him? Older, even?…

• Jimin shakes his head. “I could never do that. If you love someone, you commit. If you don’t, why mess with their head? Or yours, for that matter.” He shrugs and adds: “I really hope one day… I’ll end up with someone who loves me. Fully.”

• Jungkook turns to him with strange look on his face, hands gripping the duvet covering Jimin’s legs now. “But until then… Nothing? You don’t want even a small kiss? I’ve heard it releases serotonin and oxytocin – it makes you happy and relaxed, you know, Jimin?”

• Something around them changed the second he said it. Jimin’s not moving and just stares in his best friend’s shiny eyes – almost like two black mirrors, he almost can see himself in them. He feels the arteries under the skin of his throat pulsing.

• Jungkook leans closer with small smirk, touching Jimin’s right hand that was still landed near the laptop after he paused the series. Jimin doesn’t move when he feels the tad, neither he does move when Jungkook’s face is suddenly too close for comfort to his own. For a second – which actually feels longer for some reason – they just look each other in the eyes, then Jungkook finally overcomes the small space and his lips touch Jimin’s.

• Jungkook immediately closes his eyes, but Jimin is too struck to do so. His neck and shoulders are tingling, his skin burns. He closes them just after he feels tears trying to form – tears of shock, but mostly tears of affection he has for Jungkook. He allows himself to get lost for a while in this sensation, Jungkook’s soft lips gently moving against his, touch almost similar to movements of butterfly wings. Then he moves his lips, too, not thinking about it.

• They just nibble on their lips, sometimes one of them biting the other with more force, quickly running their tongues over the bite in case it hurt. Careful at first, Jungkook’s tongue enters Jimin’s mouth. Jimin responds by his own tongue circling around Jungkook’s, tilting his head to the side so he’ll be more comfortable. After small fight of their mouths, Jimin wins and sucks in Jungkook’s tongue, to what Jungkook responds with small whine. There’s a whole universe of intense feelings, forming in Jimin’s stomach, so good it’s almost torturing. But after Jungkook’s hand – the one that covered Jimin’s until now – grabs Jimin’s hair, tugging, Jimin snaps.

• He tears himself from Jungkook, shifting on the bed. Jungkook opens his eyes, confusion in them. Jimin’s not looking at him, so he can’t see the way Jungkook’s chest trembles with uneven breathing, his cheeks pink. But Jungkook looks at Jimin and all he sees is his pale face, watery eyes and lips fiercely pressed together.

• Jimin can’t believe what just happened – it was just few minutes, but anyway, he allowed himself to kiss his best friend! Last time this happened they were drunk as fuck, back at high school. And Jungkook hadn’t had a girlfriend. And Jimin wasn’t in love with him. This much.

• He punches Jungkook with his fist in his arm. “You stupid dick, really, what did you just do?!” Jimin shakes his head, relieved that his voice sounds steady. “Whatever lesson you wanted to give me, DON’T YOU EVER DARE TO DO THAT AGAIN. You have YeonJu and we’re friends and—“

• Jungkook interrupts him. “So what I have YeonJu? You know we’re in open relationship… let me correct that, not even a relationship, just something.”

• Jimin bursts in laugh. “I don’t care you brat. For me, you’re taken. And why do you need to make this awkward now? Ew. We’re not even drunk.”

• Jungkook just smiles. Jimin hate that smile now. He also feels pain forming in his chest, spreading to his whole body, almost like a bucked full of ice cold water was poured over his heart. But he remains calm on the outside. “I thought I will produce some serotonin in you. Also we’re best friends and we love each other, so I thought it’s acceptable for you.”

• That was a lie for two reasons. First, he certainly wasn’t thinking anything when he kissed Jimin; he just let his desire and body take the control – what a bullshit, “serotonin”, really? And second, acceptable for Jimin? More like acceptable for Jungkook. He just used this chance to… okay, to put it simply, he wanted to feel Jimin’s lips so much and he couldn’t control himself.

• Jimin snickers, hitting Jungkook again, this time more playfully. “You’re an idiot, Jeon Jungkook. Never do that again. I will kill you if you do!” Jungkook smiles, relieved. There was still some sort of tension in the air, but then Jimin pressed play again – Jungkook completely turned off his phone now, hiding it under the sheets – and they leaned against their shoulders, watching undisturbed.

• When they lay in bed together, Jimin on his back and Jungkook pressed to his side with his leg thrown over Jimin’s waist, Jimin stares at the ceiling. Younger one sleeps peacefully, of course, thinks Jimin bitterly. His insides didn’t burst just two hours ago like Jimin’s. That kiss was everything. Every piece of his body hurt when he pictured it again, and again. It meant so much for Jimin, yet it meant nothing at all. Stupid Jungkook, bold as shit now, when he’s having regular sex with some girl.

• YeonJu is a picture perfect girl. She’s smaller than Jungkook, but not too small, skinny, but with curves. Slim legs but plump ass, thin waist but visible, full breasts. Perfect beautifully pale skin, with light brown eyes dominating her symmetrical face. And that hair of hers – light blue, she almost looks like a fairy.

• She’s just too different from Jimin and perfect for Jungkook. Jungkook always claimed he’s not looking on the outside of a person – but the truth was, he preferred girls. A lot. And Jimin kind of lied when he admitted that maybe one day he will date a girl – because one can never know, maybe his perfect person for him is a girl – but he liked guys. And anyway, he knew that his perfect person isn’t some girl, but Jeon Jungkook, his best friend of more than six years.

• So it all just hurt too much. Jimin just lay in bed until sunrise, not being able to sleep.

• No one knows about this situation with Jungkook, except one guy he met online. They began chatting about their favourite movies, then one of them mentioned this, second one that, and they found out they’re quite similar. So every once in a few days they text each other through this chat app, provided by the page about movies where they met, sharing their tragic stories of unrequited love.

• This one guy – called “ReallyKnowsBest19” – always encourages Jimin, telling him he should try and come out with his feelings to his best friend. Jimin always scolds this guy when he mentions the girl he’s been sleeping with, so he could “forget about his love-alike situation”. But then again, he kind of understands. ReallyKnowsBest is deeply in love with his best friend – how relatable, really – but he’s got no idea. Also ReallyKnowsBest is completely sure his friend doesn’t like him in that way.

• “You always tell me I should go and tell my crush about what I feel, why don’t you do the same? We have similar chances,” writes Jimin on one evening.

• “He literally pushed me off when I kissed him one day. No way he likes me.”

• “Maybe he was just ashamed?”

• “No. Trust me on this one. After all, I really know the best.”

• Jimin knows a lot about the feelings this guy has towards his best friend. He knows about the way he thinks his lungs are ripping off when they hug, he knows about the way he pretends to sleep just so he can cuddle closer to him and press his nose to his neck. He also knows how he sometimes imagines his friend instead of the girl he’s seeing when they’re having sex, not purposely, but still.

• “ReallyKnowsBest19” also knows a lot about Jimin. Every angsty thought, every insecurity caused by Jungkook, he knows and always encourages Jimin to tell him anyway. “But it’s just that I’d wish my best friend told me if he loved me. You know, maybe that’s why I try to convince you,” he admits once.

• Three weeks after Jimin’s and Jungkook’s kiss, Jungkook claims that he will probably go official with YeonJu. “We talked about it, and well, I like her and she likes me… it will be probably the best and we will see from that on.”

• Jimin notices the weird look – almost expectation – in his dark eyes, but he has no idea what it means. He shrugs and congratulates Jungkook, hugging him. “You know how much I approve this, right? Finally, you’ll stop being an uncommitted asshole.”

• Jungkook just laughs. Few days later he calls Jimin, telling him he’s going to do some groceries and he will stop by his dorm later. Jimin hears YeonJu in distance, laughing about something. After the call ends, he snuggles in bed, hugging a pillow. He felt like crying in that moment. He waited and waited for Jungkook to show, but he didn’t for hours.

• “You know, they went official or will go, soon. I guess it’s for the best, but I feel like I’m gonna die,” he texts “ReallyKnowsBest”, who responds almost immediately.

• “Whoa, I can’t believe this coincidence. Because I, too, now wonder about officially dating this girl I’m seeing. But just because he reacted so… mildly, you know? I’m sure now he doesn’t want me. But please, friend, don’t be sad. Look, I’m sending you your fave cat compilation video.”

• As Jimin opens the link, he laughs, but after first few seconds he bursts into tears. It’s been just so long that he felt this way and he can’t do anything about it, just pretend it’s okay, which, well, is not going so well in his opinion anyway. Jimin lets his tears stream down his face and hugging the pillow, he falls asleep.

• Jungkook unlocks and opens the door to Jimin’s dorm some time later. He finds him sleeping on the bed in fetal position, hugging a pillow, with right hand tightly clutching his phone. Jungkook feels butterflies, flying from his stomach to his throat. Jimin just looks so cute like this.

• He goes over the table settled under window, and places groceries he bought earlier there. Then he looks at Jimin with so much fondness, it would probably melt heart of the coldest person on earth. Jungkook sighs. He loved Jimin so, so much, he couldn’t take him not loving him back anymore. So when this opportunity with YeonJu came, he took it. And it helped him in a way – to release the stress he’s been feeling over Jimin, liking someone else. Because, and he was sure of it, Jimin really liked someone for quite some time. He was too lost in thoughts sometimes, his expression too weird when Jungkook asked him about it – Jungkook just knew, Jimin couldn’t fool him. So he was hurting, quietly, rambling over and over about the sex he had with YeonJu, subconsciously hoping Jimin would interrupt him one day and tell him to stop, because he loves him, because he wants him, too.

• When YeonJu asked him about being a real couple those days ago, he wasn’t seriously considering it. He just told Jimin, hoping once again he will oppose against it. He did not in slightest, even hugging him, almost happily. So now Jungkook probably will date her, like, what could he lose anyway? Jungkook grabs a blanket that was on the chair and carefully covers Jimin with it, so he wouldn’t get cold.

• He carefully takes the phone out of Jimin’s hand, when he notices the notification light going off. Curious about who texts him at this hour – almost 1 AM, he unlocks the phone to see the notification. His breathing stops on the instant. Few times he blinks, wondering if his eyes aren’t lying. But it doesn’t seem like it. He sees his own nickname on the display. With shaking hands he opens the message – he knows he shouldn’t, but he has to know.

• He almost lets the phone slip of his grip when, sure enough, he sees his own last message sent to Jimin, or “cloudsAREsmiling”: “Hey, you okay? You didn’t respond; hope you’re not getting drunk or something.” He felt so worried about his internet friend – about Jimin – and now he knows he was just sleeping.

• Jungkook can’t believe this. But no, it is true – Jimin knows about his feelings this whole time. He just has no idea it’s HIM. And now, Jungkook realizes, he knows about Jimin’s feelings too. So… these years… they were in love?

• Oh, God. Jungkook puts the phone on the table, strokes Jimin’s hair and kisses his forehead affectionately before leaving. He needs to go to his own dorm and think about next steps. He was full of nervousness, but at the same time the happiness he felt was freaking overwhelming.

• Jungkook decides he’ll wait for Jimin to reach out tomorrow, and then, when they’ll be watching The Flash once again, he will bring it up.

• Jimin doesn’t reach out the next day, though. He completely ignores Jungkook – not responding to any messages – not his, nor ReallyKnowsBest’s. If it wouldn’t be for a song he posted on his Facebook, Jungkook would be afraid he died or something. Jungkook feels uneasy about this, did Jimin notice he looked over those messages? Is he mad now? There’s just one way to find out.

• It’s 9 PM when Jungkook knocks on Jimin’s door, entering without waiting for a permission to come in. Jimin looks at him, slightly surprised, and sits on the bed.

• “Hey, hyung.” Jungkook smiles, those annoying little butterflies almost restricting him from talking. “Why are you ignoring me?” He walks over to Jimin and sits next to him. Jimin frowns.

• “I’m not. I’ve been in my classes all day.” That was a lie; he was here in this room for whole day, self-pitying himself. Truth was, after Jungkook did not come for hours after he called him the other night, just stopped by who knows when to drop the groceries, Jimin was hurt. He felt like Jungkook picked YeonJu over him and it made him feel terrible, no matter how many cat-videos he watched.

• Jungkook knew that’s a lie. He suddenly wondered, if it’s about him and YeonJu being official. Just now he realizes that Jimin’s hurting over this, Jimin must’ve been hurting all this time. How many times Jimin almost cried when they were texting, desperate over “his best friend” and “that girl”? Jungkook couldn’t even count.

• So he grabs Jimin’s shoulders in a bold move, surprising both of them. Jimin looks at him, startled. “W-what is it?”

• “Jimin.” Jungkook starts, his stare buried deep in Jimin’s eyes, now widened. “I have this… friend, you know. He’s in love with his best friend for the longest time. He suffers over it a lot, because his friend has a girlfriend… well, something like that.”

• Jimin blinks, feeling heavy all of the sudden. Oh god, this sounds familiar – did Jungkook find out?

• “He could’ve just told him he loves him, but he didn’t. It’s not helping that his crush has no idea what to do, so when he does everything he can to find out if Ji—I mean, my friend – likes him, it just makes my friend believe he doesn’t like him. But you know,” Jungkook’s voice lowers. “Funny thing, really, he loves him, too. Probably even more than my friend loves him. He just tries to get over him in all the wrong ways, causing my friend to hurt even more.”

• Jimin’s not breathing and he feels tears, forming under his eyelids. He wishes it would be like it sounds to him – that it’s their story. But it‘s not – that can’t be, right?

• “So one day his crush accidentally finds out that they are not only best friends in real life, you know. But online, too.” Jungkook’s gaze was flickering over Jimin’s face for a while now, not being able to look him straight in the eye suddenly. “So…”

• Jimin sobs. Loudly. Jungkook grabs his hands and settles closer.

• “So he discovers that they knew about each other’s feelings for a long time. Without a single idea it’s them. And…” Jungkook’s voice trembles a little. “And my friend then confuses the hell out of his crush for the next day. And his crush, I mean—“

• “Just stop,” whines Jimin, crushing Jungkook’s hands in his. “Stop it, Kookie.”

• Jungkook looks in his eyes once again. “I’m so sorry, Jimin. I know how much I was hurting you. I had no idea… I’m sorry.” Jimin frees one of his hands and caresses Jungkook’s hair, sliding the hand down his neck, brushing Jungkook’s cheek with his thumb.

• “I’m sorry I made you believe I don’t want you, Kook-ah. But…” Jimin suddenly laughs. “You’re such an idiot. Did you really think that telling me about your sexual escapades and kissing me all of a sudden would make me admit my love for you?”

• Jungkook pouts. “In my head it made lots of sense!” Jimin stops laughing. “But, what about YeonJu?”

• “I met her earlier today and ended it. I feel kinda sorry about it. She was disappointed, but… she told me it will be okay. Not in these words, I admit. And I’m not supposed to contact her, ever. But…” he looks little flustered.

• “I’m sorry about that.”

• Jungkook just nods and bumps his forehead with Jimin’s. For a while they stay like this, with closed eyes, smiling happily. Jungkook then hugs Jimin, pressing his face against his shoulder, inhaling deeply. “I love the way you smell,” he says, voice muffled by Jimin’s body. Jimin laughs.

• “That’s not surprising, Kookie,” he says while his hand slides up and down Jungkook’s spine. “I shower with your shower gel and I use the same detergent, too. I just wanted to smell like you,” he admits, shyly, biting his bottom lip.

• As Jungkook hears this, he laughs happily, letting those butterflies out of his throat. Then he pulls away and cups Jimin’s face. Jimin licks his lips in expectation, but Jungkook asks anyway, no more lies about serotonin now. “May I–”

• Jimin doesn’t even let him finish that question and kisses him. This time he’s not gonna pull away. At least for several hours, he thinks, as they slowly fall onto the bed in tight hug, still kissing.

This time I fully believed this will take me like 20 minutes and one page in word. NOPE. 7 pages. I just can’t put things simply, can I? I’m sorry if there are mistakes, I tried to correct what I found, will check again, later.
Oh! And if you’re wondering how they could chat and not even know their names - they simply refered to their “best friend” as “best friend” and Jungkook refered to YeonJu as “this girl”. So it wasn’t too suspicious for them :D
Edit: Oh my, I went full Google Translate Bot mode in some parts/words! Sorry! :D I corrected what I was able to find, but I suppose there’s still more. (-.-)