worn blue

The lovely @kidzbopdeathmetal and Sir @beardowulf tagged me

Nicknames: Taz, Afro man

Star sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5'6

Birthdate: December 16th

Favorite bands/artists: Septicflesh, Sabaton, Amon Amarth, Be'lakor, Mastodon, Powerwolf, Disturbed

Song stuck in my head: Pray by Gojira

Last movie I watched: The Devils Candy

Last show I watched: Bojack Horseman

Other blogs: Nah

When I created this blog: August 2017

What I post about: Music, art, aesthetic, depression, my cat, memes

Following: 203

Followers: 45

Favorite colors: Black, red, white, purple

Average hours of sleep: somewhere between 4 and 9, sometimes I have trouble sleeping

Lucky number: 666

Instruments: nada

What I’m wearing: Black hoodie with different band logos that my girlfriend made me, maroon v-neck, khakis, worn out converse and blue briefs

How many blankets I sleep with: 1

Dream job: Comedian or songwriter

Dream trip: Sweden, Ireland, Hawaii

Favorite food: Chinese food, tacos

Nationality: American

I tag @portrait-of-a-headless-man , @haunterrr , @shakespeare-was-a-metalhead, @soulcatchersvoices , @snackcident-prone, @ashesofthepaleserpent, @paradoxoftheflame, @cactiflowergirl anyone who wants too

modern myth figures
  • fairies: pale pink bubblegum, diamond-studded tiaras, selfies always on point, screeching along to the radio, twirling around in a new dress, cheesecake, pastel orange sunrises, sunflowers, oversized sunglasses, sparkly lip gloss.
  • sirens: singing in the shower, classical music, seashell necklaces, waking up late, reading on the porch, lazy summer afternoons, sandy fingers, too much eyeliner, worn flip flops, dark blue, walking around barefoot, warm bubble baths.
  • nymphs: collecting violet wildflowers, stardusted nights, wineglasses, laughter like bells, planting seeds in a garden, long shadows, running faster than the wind, moonlight glinting off silver necklaces, fireflies, plum-colored lipstick, weaving flower crowns.

YELLOW SNAPBACK WORN TSHIRT BLUE SHORTS HOLDING A GLASS OF EXPENSIVE ASS CHAMPAGNE AND HIS SIGNATURE PINK PHONE RUNNING AROUND BAREFOOT IN HAWAII PLAYIN WITH A LITTLE CHILD STOP THIS MAN

hibiscus-mist  asked:

Prompt? Can be any character. I aim for cutes c: "Is... that my shirt... on Adrien Agreste?"

“Oh man. Oh man oh man,” Nino whispered wretchedly to himself, sinking farther and farther into his hoodie as heat crawled up his neck.

Listen he wasn’t King Subtle, but he was careful. He might be wearing a black shirt with a handful of colored stripes across the front that was just a taaaad tight on him, but he was also in fact wearing a jacket. It wasn’t even cold, he just put it on to hide a kind of silly blunder he and his boyfriend had made.

Well. Friend. Friend whos a boy… they hadn’t actually talked about it… and it hadn’t actually been like that it was a run to the pool at 3 am and a few tired kisses and muttered conversations that led to the mix up. He just remembered it smelled like him and he smelled like him and it had been nice. But now it was a problem.

Because Adrien Agreste was definitely strolling up the steps of their school wearing an bright blue, well-worn tshirt with an all too familar decal of an eye. The boy himself was clearly tired, but happy, the tired smile on his face forcing Nino farther into his hoodie. His hair wasn’t even fixed yet, Adrien having been forced to dart home at dawn and attempt to double back to school in time. 

Adrien seemed oblivious to the dozen staring eyes and what had already become a rumor mill among some of their classmates, and Nino had been all kinds of prepared to hiss at him to find a jacket when Adrien’s tired, kind expression fell solely on him and the words died in his throat.

“Mornin’” Adrien murmured, stopping a little too close to his ‘friend’ for the distance to qualify as polite. It was the result of Adrien trailing a little too far forward, having wanted to hug him but being just awake enough to think maybe he shouldn’t.

Not awake enough yet though to notice how the causal act might be a little… wasted. 

“Morning,” Nino finally replied, endlessly embarrassed at how anxious he suddenly was. It wasn’t even seeing Alix out of the corner of his eye darting inside, or even Sabrina quietly snapping a picture. No, he was frustrated because once again, it was just Adrien. 

“Adrien,” Nino eventually continued, looking around before moving the sluggish boy to be shielded between him and the wall of the school. “Did you not think that maybe people might get the wrong idea here?” He had meant for it sound more urgent or harsh, but it ended up just a question.

“What do you mean?” Adrien said through a yawn, mussing with his hair a bit in a way that made Nino fidget, noticing again that they were a little too close.

He didn’t move.

“The shirt Adrien,” Nino finally called it out, looking over his shoulder again at the whispering students now gathered by Alix. “My shirt?!” he clarified when Adrien looked confused.

Then to his genuine surprise, Adrien looked nervous.

“W-well… is it?”

“Is it what?” Nino sighed, his nerves starting to be killed by his embarrassment.

But the way Adrien looked at him made the whispers go quiet, and Nino noticed that he looked much more awake now.

“Is it the wrong idea?”


Nino’s heart … well, to say it faltered would be unfair. Or stopped or stuttered. To say it stuttered would make it sound, in some way, unsure.

Nino’s heart skipped.

ain’t my fault || jeon jungkook

summary: 

a club meant for immortals doesn’t bode well for humans.

human!reader, vampire!kook

ain’t my fault. 

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Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom
Sue Klebold
Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom

Saturday, April 17, 1999   6:00 pm

We’d spent that year begging Dylan to get a haircut, to no avail, but I convinced him to tie his hair back into a ponytail with one of my own elastics for the prom. He put his prescription glasses in his pocket and donned a pair of small-framed sunglasses. We thought he looked
very handsome.


Alison, our renter, came over and offered to take a picture of the three of us. In the picture, Dylan is clowning around, hamming it up like a professional model, Zoolander-style. The sharp lines of his formal wear stand in stark contrast to the faded flannel shirts and worn blue jeans Tom and I are wearing. He kept his sunglasses on as he posed with us; he wore dark glasses often during the last weeks of his life. I believe now he was hiding behind them.

Tom had remembered to charge the batteries on our video camera, and he filmed Dylan briefly before Robyn arrived. The conversation between them is stilted; clearly, neither of them is comfortable on camera. But we have looked back on this pre-prom video many times, and shown it to others. It is absolutely stunning how normal Dylan seems.

He and Tom talk lazily about baseball; Dylan mimes his hero, Randy Johnson, pitching in an ill-fitting tuxedo. Tom makes some comment about growing up, and Dylan remarks he’ll never have kids. Tom says he may change his mind, and Dylan says, “I know. I know. Someday I’ll look back at this and say, ‘What was I thinking?!!’ ” It is breathtakingly prophetic. When Tom persists in filming over Dylan’s protests, Dylan pinches small handfuls of snow from a nearby bush, lobbing the miniature snowballs playfully at Tom until the camera stops running. The fondness between them is palpable. It breaks my heart.

Robyn arrived in good time, looking lovely in a deep blue-purple dress. Tom taped Dylan presenting her with her corsage, and smiling down at her as she struggled to pin a rose to his lapel. I made paparazzi jokes and asked them to move so I could get a picture without parked cars in the background. Since Dylan had assured us he and Robyn were just friends, I was a little surprised—and frankly tickled—to see him put his arm around her.

In the last few frames on the tape Tom shot, the two of them smile into the camera. Then, self consciously but sweetly, they both begin to laugh.

Slipping Away- Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Your writing is my life. Can I request something hella angsty. i dont care what it is but i need angst. Also can it be a happy ending? thanks

A/n: I love writing angst, also sorry this is kind of late

Warnings: insecurities, implied emotional breakdowns, angsty themes everywhere, slight swearing

Enjoy!

You sat combing your wet hair in the bathroom as drops of water from the faucet still echoed throughout, breaking the eerie silence. You allowed the comb to weave and untangle the messy locks of your hair before you hung the towel back up on its rack. With a sigh, you turned back towards the mirror, which was now fogging slightly. Your eyes were tired and your face lacked its usual perky smile, for its existence had long been faded. The water drops ceased, leaving you in silence once more, a sound you were far too accustomed to in recent times.

Newt had been spending so much time away in his habitats recently, and it was beginning to have a negative effect on you. You knew in your heart that the beasts were important to him, they were important to you as well, but he had spent days working constantly on his book, and you longed for some sort of affection besides a brief hug or kiss every now and then. Even now he was hard at work inside of his case, probably watching the occamies again since they had just hatched.

All you wanted was some attention, a sign that he was still there. The two of you had been dating for about a year or so now, and you thought he still loved you. If he did, then he wasn’t showing it or even really making an attempt to. You felt a dull throbbing ache in your chest on a daily basis. It often worsened as you prepared breakfast by yourself in your empty kitchen with nothing but a light jazz record to accompany you, or when you would end up falling asleep in a cold bed, only to wake up the next morning in the same state. You just needed someone to love, someone to talk to. By now you were starting to wonder as to what would happen if you just disappeared, if you just vanished into thin air or ceased to exist. He didn’t really need you anyways. If anything you stood in his way, he could easily live without you.

You readjusted your sweater collar before unlocking the door and heading out into the main room, only to stop in your tracks at the sight before you.

Newt was standing in your shared bedroom doorway, holding what appeared to be a worn blue notebook.

‘Oh no,’ you thought as a wave of anxiety washed over your form. You wanted to shrink away into a darkened hole and never come back out.

Newt stood slightly hunched over as he flipped through the pages of the notebook. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, shock, and hurt. What he didn’t know is that this notebook just so happened to be the one where his love wrote all of their deepest and darkest feelings. Tear stains and ink splotches dotted the page margins and creased lay darkened. His oceanic eyes scanned each word, stabbing his heart with a jagged knife. The entries all varied, but each had been written with a common theme.

October 2, 1925
Today I am feeling more lonely than usual, and the feeling itself is rather unsettling. I’m trying to occupy myself, but I still think that the pain would subside if Newt were here. However, I can’t interrupt is work, even though he’s been so busy with it. Sometimes I wish he would just take a break for once…

October 19, 1925
Another empty bed, and another sleepless night.


October 27, 1925
Newt and I got into a small disagreement today, and we haven’t spoken for a bit. I hope our relationship, or whatever is left of it, can survive. He’s been a bit more distant, and I know that he’s off working on his novel, but I really do miss him. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if I were gone, so that he could maybe be with someone else who isn’t as annoying or clingy or stupid. Maybe he can find another pretty and kind person to snuggle up to at night.
I wonder if he still cares or thinks about me. I prepared his favorite tea, hoping he would come back up for dinner, but he didn’t. I miss him, but I guess I can’t interrupt him.


He paused, and then looked at the most recent entry, which was dated to yesterday.

November 3, 1925
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I know he doesn’t hate me, but I can’t take being alone anymore. Maybe he’s purposely avoiding me, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t talk or hug or kiss me as much as he used to. If I had been better or smarter, or perhaps more beautiful would he have stayed? Am I that annoying and hard to be around to the point where my own boyfriend may not love me anymore?



Newt wasn’t able to make it through the final passage. It stung his heart and eyes too much. Sobs were choked back as his hands began to shake violently out of anger, not really towards you, but towards himself. Just then, a thud brought him back out of his thoughts.

You had accidentally dropped the comb in your hand, causing it to create a sound causing Newt’s worries and concerned expression to face towards you. He closed the book softly as if it were fashioned out of glass and he moved towards you. Your heartrate and breathing raced in panic as the world swirled around you.

Newt was probably furious, angry and packed with rage that you thought or said things like that about him, and not even towards his face. You had been selfish, he was only trying to write his book, but oh no, you had to be a pathetic person and desire attention at all hours of the day. You wanted to rip your hair out and scream, as you felt slightly betrayed that he had found the book from its hidden space under your side of the bed and read it, scanning over each word with his own two crystal eyes. You feared his reaction. If your relationship wasn’t over yet, it soon would be for sure. His eyes and face were already turning red and you braced yourself for the worst. You prepared for him to scream and yell and spit words furiously at you. You expected a full blown fight like never before. Your heart shattered into smaller remains, stabbing you from the inside out and pricking your chest. Your lungs became filled with toxic smoke, and all you needed was oxygen, but its freedom was nowhere to be found. You feared for darkness. You feared for a dark storm cloud. You feared for hell itself as you shut your eyes and covered your waterfalls of flowing tears with your tingling and shaking hands.

The darkness never came, but was instead, replaced with a warm embrace. The icy atmosphere and tension were slowing thawing away, like winter into spring as daisies and daffodils began to sprout through the last frost.

Newt had started to cry, and not just a few tears, but audible bawling surrounded by pain and aches. His voice was strangled, like someone was clutching his throat, forbidding speech from escaping his lips. His freckles glistened from the rivers that passed over them. He held you as if trying to keep all of your pieces together before sinking to the ground with you still in his arms. By now, all of the emotions and tears that had been locked up in your caged heart for weeks began to escape through the cracks, and your body trembled. Newts hand held your head as the coolness of your damp hair splashed onto his hands and cheeks, mixing with his salty tears.

“Y/n, why in the name of bloody Merlin didn’t you tell me that y-you felt like t-this? Why m-my darling? W-why!?” he choked out loudly, as he was now cross with himself for making you revel in this much pain and suffering for so long. He wasn’t wearing his coat, but he was still warm, as opposed to your shivering and shaking body.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you. Besides Newt, w-we’re so distant now.”

“Darling we aren’t that distant though-,”

“Newt when was the last time we had any time together huh? When was the last time you said I love you like you genuinely meant it?”

Newt opened his mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out. Instead another round of tears followed as he still continued to hold you as if you were going to disappear away from him.

“I am the shittiest boyfriend to ever live. Y/n I’m so sorry that I’ve d-done this to you, you must hate me! I don’t deserve you, oh what have I done! I’ve broken you. I need to fix you, How can I fix you!?” he panicked, and all he wanted to do was capture your lips, but he knew he shouldn’t cross that line right now. Hell, he may not even be able to call himself your boyfriend after this.

Your sobbing mixed with the sound of his, and you didn’t mean to sound so angry or snappy. Carefully, you brought your thumb under his eye to wipe a tear stream away, the touch causing him to look up from where he had buried his face in your chest.

“N-Newt?” you asked in a silenced whisper and almost ghostlike.

“Yes m-my dar-, yes Y/n?” he responded, pausing before he could say the word ‘darling’ as he wasn’t sure if he deserved the allowance to do so.

“Do you still love me?”

Newt’s heart crashed and splintered, like glass thrown against a wall. This was all his fault. He made you feel this way, he made you feel unloved and undesirable. This was all his doing, and he had been so involved in his life and where it was going that he didn’t realize that he was harming himself in the process.

“Of c-course I do. I love you so much Y/n. a simple apology won’t m-m-make this go away, I know that. But love I am sorry, I am so sorry that I have put you through this hell. I understand if you don’t love me though, I wouldn’t love me either right n-now.”

The notebook was long discarded as you pulled yourself closer into Newt’s chest, which began to rise and fall irregularly from all of his painful sobs. He reacted by grabbing your waits and pulling you closer and shielding you, as if he needed to protect your from the world.

“I still love you Newt.”

“Y-you do?”

“Of course, I was just upset, and it was my fault anyway-,”

“Don’t even finish that sentence Y/n. This had nothing to do with you. I was the idiot who was too stupid and blind to see that my own darling was suffering alone. I love you my dear and I’ll do anything and everything to fix this, please. Please Y/n I can’t lose you. This is all my fault and I can only hope that you’ll forgive me.”

Your breathing had begun to fall back to a normal rate, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle, yet still desired kiss. Newt hesitated to kiss back at first, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of hurting you more. His lips smoothed over yours and sweetly massaged against yours, as the passion within him ignited. He held onto you still, afraid that you would break if he let you go. Your hand graced his stubble, and he brushed his hand through your wet hair, sending a shiver down both of your spines. He began to move his hands back down to your waist to scoop you up into his firm arms, and this movement made you break the kiss.

“Newt what are you doing?”

He kissed your lips again, shuffling the notebook away as it slid across the floor.

“I’m taking my love for some alone time.”

“B-But Newt…”

“No, this is long overdue, and I was an idiot. You deserve this, and I shouldn’t have made you hurt like I did. Now please, I need you in my arms right now, I need to show you how much I love you.”

You pressed your head against his chest and you nodded sleepily, as the emotional breakdown had worn you out a bit. Newt noticed and kissed you hair before proceeding to wrap you in a blanket from off of your shared couch. His heartbeat echoed in your ears, as it began to lull you into an aura of comfort once more.

The two of you may have hit a bumpy road, but the two of you were strong. He didn’t mean to hurt you, you understood that, and you knew that everything would be okay. You heard him mutter an ‘I love you’ as he carried and set you onto your shared bed before he curled up next to you. His arms wrapped around you after he kicked his boots off, and the two of you made up for lost cuddles as you each dozed off on the protection of each other.

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BTS Reactions To Their S/O Wearing Bold Lipstick

♡Seokjin♡:

“You look great Y/N…but you’re still going to eat my food right? Even if you’re lipstick get’s ruined?”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

♡Yoongi♡:

“I guess that means no kisses for you today.” 

(credit to rightful gif owner)

♡Hoseok♡:

“Wow Jagiya…I’m convinced you can make anything look good.”

Originally posted by sunshineminsuga

♡Namjoon♡:

“Y/N, I said just one kiss not 6..wait it actually suits me.”

(credit to rightful gif owner)

♡Jimin♡:

“Jagiya out of all the colours you’ve worn I think blue suits you best!”

Originally posted by jiminarmy

♡Taehyung♡:

“Let me try!” -makes a mess- “What went wrong Jagiya?”

(credit to rightful gif owner)

♡Jungkook♡:

“Your lipstick’s different today Jagiya. It looks good…it’d be such a shame… if it were to be ruined.” *kisses you and makes sure to ruin your lipstick in the process*

(credit to rightful gif owner)

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I hope you like it! <3

~Admin Coffee

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2005 Fender AVRI Jazzmaster - Ice Blue Metallic by Frankie Concord
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My ice blue metallic 2005 Fender AVRI Jazzmaser. Novak JM90 in the bridge. Novak JMV in the neck. Staytrem bridge and tremolo arm.

Witch’s Ribbons: Wearing your Craft in public

This is a practice that I’ve adapted from something many Wiccan covens use during rituals. It’s designed to allow us Wiccans to display our Craft and our faith in an open way, without it being seen for what it truly is by non-Wiccans (mundanes). Pentacles and skulls are all very well, but they’re all too easily seen as being obviously “witchy”. This method avoids that, and also allows you to display your proficiency in a specific art of witchcraft or Wicca. This post is tagged under “witch’s ribbons”.


What are Witch’s Ribbons?

A witch’s ribbon (written as “ribbon” here) is, quite simply, a specially-marked ribbon of a specific colour that is worn on the person of a Wiccan to display their Craft. Ribbons are made by taking a coloured length of ribbon about one to two feet long, and wrapping it around the wrist, ankle, arm, neck etc. It is then tied off, and used as a wristband. I also recommend drawing a little, relatively innocuous sign on the ribbon, one that would not be easily spotted. For example, the “ )O( “ triple moon symbol might be a good choice, or a few runes such as Perthro and Ansuz (common witches’ runes, symbolising the occult and sacred feminine, and the wisdom of Odin and language, respectively).

You can wear more than one at a time, and it’s also possible to plait or braid ribbons so that multiple colours are combined into one strand. For example, I specialise in healing magick, divination, and green witchery. So I would plait together blue, yellow and green.


What do the colours mean?

The colours are based off of a common coven practice, which is wearing special robes either dyed a colour or trimmed with that colour. I have carried over most of those colours, but some have either been added from new, or changed slightly.

  • Purple – The colour of priests and priestesses, representing those who work with the god and goddess specifically; usually only worn by coven leaders

  • Navy-blue – The colour of deep oceans, representing sea-witches and those who work with ocean magick and creatures

  • Blue – The colour of healers and potion brewers. This is also the colour of the Goddess.

  • Turquoise – The colour of ice witches and those who work with winter, ice and snow. Could also be worn by any witch during winter or Yule

  • Green – The colour of herbalists and green witches, those who work with nature, especially plants and fungi

  • Light brown – The colour of those who work with animals, especially those with psychic connections to animals and animal minds

  • Dark brown – The colour of hedge witchery and tree magick, heavily associated with those who specialise in the magick of rocks and the Earth itself.

  • Gold – The colour of the Sun and the summer, representing summer witches and those witches who work extensively with deserts and hot places. The colour of the God.

  • Silver – The colour of stars and of those witches who work extensively with the night sky and space, such as those who practice roadomancy.

  • Yellow – The colour of diviners, those who work with divination and foretelling the future

  • Orange – The colour of fire witches, and those who work with flames and smoke; also the colour of energy-workers

  • Red – The colour of emotions, especially strong passionate ones like love, lust, hate, joy, depression and envy. Used by those who work with emotions and the mind.

  • White – The colour of purity, representing the Moon and salt. Worn by those who are undergoing ritual purification, and also by those who are hoping for good health.

  • Black – The “default” colour of witchcraft, it is an absence of colour and represents no strong allegiance towards or away from any specific branch of witchcraft. It is most commonly worn by initiates and those who are just learning about witchcraft and Wicca. Also worn on the upper arm by those in mourning for the dead – the “black armband” tradition.  

– Juniper

07. Call Me Kookie - Jeon JungKook Fanficiton

AN*  So I ran across this “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 7th in a series of oneshots(links to others listed below). I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s,  

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

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Call Me Kookie

Prompt: We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?! (Why did I get tingly???????)

Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Reader *Bonus Epilogue by Yoongi* 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut-lite,

Word Count: 5.4K

Why the hell did you have to be here!? Jeon JungKook sat on the couch, trying to focus on the game.  It wasn’t working. 

“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath as he died… again.

“Geez man, what’s gotten into you?  I never beat you…”  Jimin said laughing.  JungKook didn’t answer, and simply waited for his character to respawn.  Out of the corner of his eye he had seen you sitting at the dining table with NamJoon, playing a card game… and laughing… and touching his arm.  JungKook turned back to the T.V., his tongue pressing into his cheek.

This was supposed to be a guys’ night…  Then you and your friend had shown up…  He didn’t even know your friend’s name… 

He didn’t care…

Where was your friend anyway?  Oh wait… Hobi had disappeared too….  Damn it. JungKook pursed his lips and tried to focus as his character returned and he started playing with Jimin again.  He wasn’t going to lose this time. 

He was getting into the game now… really concentrating.  He’d gotten in a few good shots and was about to attack when he heard your laugh.  It practically sparkled across his vision and his heart stopped. 

And so did the game. 

“I’m on a roll tonight!” Jimin said laughing and hitting JungKook’s leg from where he sat on the floor, back to the couch.  JungKook looked down at Jimin, hoping to come across as though he didn’t care. The smirk on Jimin’s face told him he hadn’t succeeded.

“He’s preoccupied…” Yoongi said in a low voice from his perch on the loveseat. JungKook glared at him, but Yoongi just smirked and raised an eyebrow.  JungKook looked back down at Jimin. 

“Nice one,” he said, trying to be a good sport.  He hated being a good sport.  He hated losing.  And why was he losing!?  He glanced over at you again, sitting with NamJoon, deep in conversation.  Apparently you had abandoned the card game.  You were both smiling and NamJoon reached up to wipe something, probably non-existent, off your face.  He tossed the controller onto the floor and looked back at Jimin, whose head was just turning back from watching you and Joonie as well.  Damn it. 

“Maybe we should play something else?” Jimin said, a smirk on his face.  He knew. The little bastard knew!  Well, JungKook wasn’t going to admit to anything.

“That would be my suggestion,” Yoongi interjected.  “I’m getting bored…” 

“Whatever,” JungKook agreed.

“Your mind doesn’t seem to be on the game, JungKook…” Jimin nudged his knee again. “Anything I or…” he nodded in your direction, “…can help you with?”  He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.  Holding back his anger, JungKook rolled his eyes and sank back against the couch. 

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