rated t for tons of teenage boy swearing
word count: 2,399
tsundere jikook for seasalt-lattae cause we are all jikook trash are we not
Jeon Jungkook runs the fastest. He beats everyone in his
grade at races—and he loves it. Jungkook is the smartest, he scores the highest
on all his tests and he loves it. Jungkook is the King of the Playground and
everyone listens to him, even the Big Kids, and he loves it.
“Hey! No fair!” Park Jimin stomps his feet and curls his
fingers into fists. Jungkook sticks out his tongue and tosses the rubber ball
up into the air, catching it again.
heated baseball sports au for tokyun and seasalt-lattae bc we’re the minjoon garbage brigade
rated m for motherlode of minjoon prons
word count: 4,873
Jimin tries not to think about the match today, about how if
he had just hit a little harder, they might have won, about how if he’d just
run a little faster, they might have, might have, might have—the heat presses
in from all sides, pushing into his lungs, forcing him to gasp for breath. He
squeezes his eyes together and makes himself breathe. In. Out. In. Out. He
repeats truths to himself, simple truths that deter from the more painful, more
biased truths that he has long since convinced of himself.