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Remake 👀
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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You: speak now or forever hold your piece
My Spanish teacher: talk now or shut up forever
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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My favorite phrases:
I have to laugh
Please say sike
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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when people find out min yoongi and jeon jungkook are dating, the reactions tend to be almost laughably split between two camps: 1. aw that’s so cute; and 2. that’s…weird. the latter half never elaborate and that’s fine; neither jungkook nor yoongi has much interest in other peoples’ opinions of their relationship. it’s theirs, after all. so it makes sense that it’s not jungkook or yoongi who prods for a more real answer. it’s hoseok who, in one of his rarer shows of sharpness, arches his brow and tilts his head onto his hand – a relaxed power. the person he’s asking shrugs and looks away.
“i don’t know. i wasn’t really thinking.”
hoseok’s mild expression goes milder, which is somehow more critical than before. “oh.”
yoongi is almost so preoccupied being amused by how hoseok rolls this conversation around like a trick coin, that he nearly misses how jungkook tenses up against his side. almost. but he didn’t win jungkook over three years ago by failing to notice things. his arm, already curled around jungkook’s shoulders, slides down innocuously to curl at his waist instead and pull him that bit closer. when jungkook remains tense, yoongi frowns. but a crowded restaurant with other people at the table – including the likely cause – is not the place to pursue it. instead, he hooks their ankles under the table.
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under their pastel blue covers, yoongi looks at jungkook through the dark. outside the thunderstorm cracks close to home. they can feel it in their chests; yoongi can feel it in the uptick of jungkook’s pulse every time it sounds. something about being completely underneath the blankets makes jungkook feel safer; according to jimin and taehyung who grew up with him, it’s always been so.
yoongi remembers the first time he found this out. it wasn’t supposed to rain that day, much less storm. but he found jungkook cringing at his locker, shoulders hunched and flinching with each strike. they were almost-friends then, and yoongi didn’t need to be more than that to feel incredibly sad when a louder crash echoed through the hall. jungkook had dropped to the floor in a crouch, his hands tugging up at his shirt collar as if to hide behind it. yoongi had acted on instinct, walked over and gently crouched beside him, then draped his flannel right over his head. to this day, the memory of how badly jungkook’s hand trembled is clear. also clear: how that trembling hand lifted one side of the oversized shirt to awkwardly drape over yoongi’s head too, how jungkook tried to smile through his embarrassment and said: hi yoongi-hyung.
musing about this, yoongi draws his fingertips down one side of jungkook’s face, feels his warmth and his trust, thinks: hi.
“do you think we’re weird?” jungkook’s voice is soft, a gentle timbre that’s low with whispering.
yoongi thumbs the scar under jungkook’s eye. “no.” pause. “do you?” jungkook shakes his head so vehemently that yoongi almost pokes him in the eye, so he retracts his hand for the moment. “so we’re fine.” jungkook bites his lip, does not meet yoongi’s gaze, and nods. yoongi sighs. “jungkook. jungkook-ah.” he shifts under the covers until he’s a little higher on the bed than jungkook, which makes it possible for him to kiss jungkook right between his eyes. “they don’t know anything about us.”
the way jungkook exhales is the want of relief. “i know.”
“but…?”
“you’re sure…it’s..i’m…okay? to…you? hyung…” and he can’t quite say it but yoongi hears him anyway. as jungkook went through his last growth spurt, in conjunction with his penchant for sports and working out and dance, jungkook got both taller and stronger. yoongi doesn’t know why this means anything about a relationship – why, for example, people feel the need to comment on how funny it is when jungkook leans into yoongi, when jungkook generally behaves with yoongi in a way that would make more conventional sense if he was smaller. to yoongi, jungkook is perfect. to yoongi, jungkook is jungkook. and that’s just right. he hates that outside voices can unbalance things so, but he doesn’t mind setting them to rights.
with both his hands framing jungkook’s face, yoongi holds him in place while he kisses along his brow line, at both temples, right between his eyes, the tip of his nose, underneath both eyes, the corners of his mouth, the corners of his jaw, and then his mouth – once twice three times, stop.
“you’re more than okay.” his hands slide from jungkook’s cheeks to either side of his neck, so yoongi laces his fingers at jungkook’s nape and angles in to kiss him again and say right into said kiss, “you’re the best.”
and the thing about yoongi?
he means it. no hyperbole. to him, it’s simply the truth.
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in the middle of a busy arcade, yoongi kisses jungkook. something about the public display of affection thrills jungkook in a way that registers as much in the flush of his cheeks and ears as it does in the beat of his heart – fast fast fast. yoongi kisses jungkook and wraps his arms around his waist and oh jungkook is…so happy. he doesn’t know why some kisses feel different than others, why sometimes they’re all gasping warmth and never-close-enough, why sometimes they’re languid and almost some kind of coy hide and seek right in front of each other, why sometimes it’s like this: kissing new but also kissing and Knowing –
–this is mine.
which is maybe some of why jungkook feels so giddy, has him going up on his tiptoes as the kiss does not end for anything.
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yoongi doesn’t fully comprehend what is happening at first, distracted as he is by kissing his boyfriend and making sure he has all of his attention. but it’s hard to ignore the way jungkook seems to be getting taller. as if to hold him in place, yoongi tightens his arms but that only sharpens his awareness that jungkook is indeed rising up on his toes for yoongi doesn’t know what reason but somehow it’s really really…cute. because jungkook has these many habits that make him seem curiously young or small – not in a childish way so much as something open-hearted and golden, something pure. he knows if he tried to explain it to most people, they wouldn’t understand; and the people he does not need to explain it to – all of their friends, for one, or rather, five – can’t explain it either. it’s just something that one learns when loving jungkook, any given way: how when he gives you something he gives you all of it.
all of him. and this includes his trust – the trust of letting his friends and his boyfriend know certain vulnerable things: how he likes to be taken care of, how words of praise never go awry, how the positive reinforcement that being ‘big’ doesn’t mean always having to be 'strong’, how liking flowers as much as video games is more than fine, so on, so forth. and for yoongi, who dealt with the reverse of these interesting social constructs and flipping them on their heads all his life, he maybe understands it best when strong, vibrant, steadfast jungkook looks lonely until he’s holding someone’s hand or has an arm around his shoulders or, you know… a kiss.
so yoongi feels jungkook go up on his toes and does the logical thing: goes up on his toes too. maybe jungkook feels him smiling into the kiss because he pauses, catching his breath, their noses bumping as he says, “what?”
still smiling, yoongi leans in, nips at his mouth and says, “nothing.”
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they lose count of the kisses, which somehow move them from the arcade to the park to the beach and back to their apartment; where yoongi kisses not just his face but his throat and his collarbone, his shoulders and his arms, his wrists, his hands, his heart, his hipbone, his everywhere that makes jungkook sigh and never question the truths of things: how yoongi likes him, how yoongi adores him, how yoongi loves him loves him loves him.
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when someone at work asks yoongi – honest and unoffensive –, “he’s good for you, huh?” yoongi smiles, sharp and soft, says with a low laugh,
“yeah. he…keeps me on my toes.”
means: of course he is. means: i hope i’m good for him too.
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when yoongi tells jungkook about it, his boyfriend bursts into laughter at the inside joke, swearing once again that he didn’t even notice he was doing that at the time. and truthfully? it’s charming, like much of all jungkook does or says; so, when he inevitably goes up on his toes as they kiss not five minutes later, yoongi doesn’t bother to point it out – rather, he simply threads his own fingers at the small of jungkook’s back, and quietly kisses him again. thinks: mine. thinks: good. thinks: thank you.
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thank you, you know; for being …you.
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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we’ll make due with what we have
Yoonkook Week - Day 2 - Soulmates
Title: we’ll make due with what we have Length: 976 Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Yoonkook Summary: Jungkook’s not very good at explaining why he wants to get married but luckily Yoongi understands him. AN: Featuring nonsoulmates Yoonkook and Ace!Jungkook https://archiveofourown.org/works/7715653/chapters/35766288
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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I thought it was rapidly getting dark but really my eyes were just closing
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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If you ever need anything hesitate and don’t let me know
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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We were watching a science video in class and the guy on screen said “the bulb is lit” and the whole class snickered
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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Me: has very specific otp’s, ships people according to personality, makes everyone equal
Also me: ships anything gay
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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Gen z is leaving your feet out of the blanket cause u don’t care if the demons kill you and maybe you even embrace it
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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Where did smarties even come from Like somebody really said imagine a tiny round sugary loaf of bread
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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When you wanna die but you’re a bad bitch so no one can kill you
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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Is holding a phone on your shoulder a skill you learn with time???
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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Feeling bloated?? Just take a knife and cut off the fat! You’ll be skinny in no time
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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Honestly why is my toothbrush fraying I don’t even use it
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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You, a commoner: I’m gonna take a shit
Me, an intellectual: I’m going to scent the restroom with my discharge
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becarefulchildren · 5 years
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Was anyone else FASCINATED by the turn signal in the car and how it clicked and turned off when the wheel turned and how you could do one at a time or both cause I was
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