“Isn’t he just the cutest?” You mumbled and smiled, staring fondly at the focused image of Jughead. He stood across from you in the student lounge, staring off to himself as he listened to the ridiculous words of Reggie. You couldn’t help but stare at how cute he looked, because he had actually taken of his normal jean jacket and worn just sweater.
He didn’t do it often, but every few weeks when it was too hot to wear a jean jacket, he would leave it at home or in his locker and walk around in one of his many sweaters. It was rare, but you always found Jughead ten times more attractive when he did, and you fell for him just a tad bit more each time.
Veronica laughed, staring at your completely smitten face in amusement as Betty smiled over at you. “Staring at Jughead again, Y/N?” Veronica teased and you jumped, forgetting you weren’t alone before blushing and turning back towards your friends. Kevin grinned at you.
You blushed, staring down at your hands at your lap as you could feel the many stares of your friends. “Umm…” You stumbled, trying to find something to say before Betty placed her hand on your shoulder.
“It’s okay, Y/N. We just think you should tell him about your feelings.” Betty consoled, and you turned to look at her, seeing the sincere look on her face.
“I don’t know..”
“You two.. are like endgame. Honestly, Y/N/N you two would be adorable together..” Kevin grinned, giving you an encouraging thumbs up.
“What if he doesn’t like me back? I don’t want to loose what we have…” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice down so Jughead wouldn’t hear. Kevin and V were already loud enough, if he heard you didn’t know what you’d do.
“I’m confident he likes you back.” A new voice said, and looking up you saw Archie standing before you with a light smile. You smiled back, happy to see another friend before his words really clicked.
“How do you know?”
“Because he told me.” Archie shrugged and you gasped, glancing at Jughead shortly.
“Wait, really?” Veronica gushed, staring excitedly over at Archie who took a seat next to her.
Archie shrugged again, “yeah. Just go for it Y/N, he won’t say no.” With sudden confidence, and knowing Archie would never lie to you, you nodded. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and made your way over to Jughead, trying not to blush from the encouraging words from your words. Jughead turned, smiling when he saw you walking over and just as you made your way over the bell rung.
“Hey, Y/N. I’ll walk you home.” He offered and you nodded with a shy smile, turning to quickly glance at your friends. They all gave you a thumbs up and you took a deep breath.
Once out of the school, you let jughead finish his sentence about his novel before taking a deep breath. “Hey, Jughead?” You looked at him.
He looked back, smiling at you. “Yeah?”
Looking down, you started fiddling with your hands and stopped walking, trying to find the courage. Jughead stopped as well, turning to stand in front of you. “So… i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but i’ve always been really scared. But… umm- well Jughead I really like you, and not just in a friend way… in a more-”
You were cut off by shock when Jughead placed his hands on either side of your head, and you looked up to see him smiling down at you. You avoided eye contact, scared of what he was going to say. “You don’t have to return them… I get if you don’t-”
“Y/N, shut up for a moment.” You shut your mouth. “I like you too.”
“Wait really?” You asked, shocked. Finally looking up to look at his face. “But… why?” You asked when he nodded.
He smirked, ruffling your hair. “Because you bug me, duh.”
I just realised that the first picture is BEFORE and the 2nd & 3rd pictures are the OUTCOMES from the 1st! I used to think that those pictures from the West household on Earth 2 were drawn by somebody but God was I wrong! I’M YODELLING THIS GIVES ME ALL THE FEELS, I’M HAVING GOOSEBUMPS, THIS GIVES ME LIFE 😍😭 cutest thing ever!! Also, GG has his arms around CP AWWW KMS
pairing: yoongi/jungkook / words: ?
notes: this is something i just had to write down or else it would have completely slipped from my mind.
summertime is jungkook sprawled out on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge, one hand on his forehead and the other on his exposed stomach. it’s yoongi not really feeling as warm but still fighting over the fan nonetheless just so he can see the cutest pout on jungkook’s face.
fall is the crawl of frost making its way to seoul. it’s the excuse that yoongi makes—my hands are cold, jungkookie—as he laces their fingers together and buries their hands in his coat pocket. (not that jungkook minds, but he’ll never admit that. not even if yoongi can read him like a book.)
winter is mugs of hot chocolate left in every corner of the house because jungkook would be too cold to chastise yoongi for being messy, and too cold to detach himself from his personal heater. (his personal heater just happens to be his boyfriend.) winter is soft jumpers and tangled limbs, jungkook’s back against yoongi’s chest, winter is fingers fitting perfectly, and winter is long, heated kisses.
but spring— spring might just be yoongi’s favourite.
because spring is a bounce in jungkook’s step and the stray pieces of spores and dead grass that get caught in his hair when he lays down on the ground. it’s yoongi staring a second too long, moving a minute too late, distracted by the warmth of the colours and the sun which both envelop jungkook like a blanket that fits— just right. spring is jungkook finding delight in the simplicity of nature, stopping every now and then to say, hi dog! what’s your name? after which his eyes grow smaller, his smile, wider, and yoongi’s heart swells with fondness. it’s yoongi withstanding the musky smell of nature that he hates, just to see jungkook’s smile for a while longer. springtime finds yoongi caught in a daze all the time, like a deer in the headlights. it finds his lips and kisses him deeply while yoongi feels a smile against his mouth. spring finds a way to make yoongi fall deeper in love every time, proves him wrong every time when he says, i can’t fall any harder than this.