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    Jungkook points at the bee cutout like a question. Taehyung shakes his head. “That’s been there for an hour, Jungkookie. I mean, yes the bee is beautiful, but no - I’m talking about the guy.”

    “Which guy?”

    “The guy,” Taehyung emphasises, like Jungkook is thick. “The man. The Korean supermodel with the smile and the knees and delicious samples.”

    “Hyung, again with the knees,” Jungkook groans. “I still don’t get how that’s a thing and I really don’t want to.” He tries to push him away, to no avail. Taehyung smushes his cheeks in his palms and gets really close.

    “You say that now,” he says ominously. “But just you wait, Kookie. Just you wait.”

     

    (or, Jungkook and Namjoon meet at the weekly farmer's market where Namjoon sells honey that he makes himself, and Jungkook has a crush the size of Pangea and also cries about bees a few times because they're important, damn it)

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    20 Jan 2022

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    So cute and happy and soft and omg I just love this so much

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    The ring on his finger is strange, foreign, a physical adjustment to match the unruly path that he’s now facing. He’s made his choice. Now, he has to live with it.

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    29 Dec 2021

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    “Does he make you feel like this?”

    “Like what?”

    “Like the songs on the creepy stalker mixtape?”

    Seokjin laughs at that. He leans over Jungkook to toss his phone on the nightstand and lies down again facing him. Close enough to breathe him in. Too close.

    “No, of course not. People don‘t make each other feel these kinds of things in real life, Kookie.”

    Wrong.

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    Or: Nearly a decade of Jungkook being madly in love and Seokjin falling at his own excruciatingly slow pace featuring the perfect cheesy soundtrack.

    (get ready for: the childhood friends to roommates to fake boyfriends to lovers trope-combo; all the pining; drunken shenanigans; bad puns; oblivious, whipped idiots in love; A+ matchmaking strategies and the creepy stalker mixtape)

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    06 Nov 2021

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    This was so beautiful and I very much enjoyed reading it!!!

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    “somewhere along the way, we will all realize that we only start chasing the things that we were once given a taste of.”

    (or, in which Jungkook and Taehyung get married to qualify for more financial aid.)

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    08 Oct 2021

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    “hey, hyung,” jungkook says in a tiny voice into his ear, “how are you? it’s been a minute.”

    “it has, hasn’t it.” it’s been two years, which is not hard to believe, because holy fuck— “you got, um. tall.”

    that’s not really it. jungkook was already taller than yoongi two years ago. and it’s not a drastic change by any means. it’s just that everything about him is… more. yoongi refuses to think of other words for it.

    (or: yoongi comes back to summer camp and finds himself in something of a crisis.)

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    20 Sep 2021

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    I cried so hard
    Also the title is killing me.