Jihope Bingo 2017 Part 1 ♢ 2 ♢ 3 ♢ 4 ♢ 5

☇ pairing: jihope (jimin | hoseok), side yoonjin (yoongi | seokjin), side vmonkook (taehyung | namjoon | jeongguk)

☇ genre: fluff

☇ rating: teen+

☇ prompt: bingo square - ice skating

☇ word count: 1,600

summary:

Jimin hates ice skating, but he does love Hoseok, even if Namjoon is an Ice Queen and the two grandpas of their group are being assholes.

At least Taehyung and Jeongguk seem to feel his pain.

cross-posted on ao3

“The ink may stain my skin And my jeans may all be ripped I’m not perfect, but I swear I’m perfect for you.” - Endlessly, The Cab

meraki (μεράκι) - greek:

doing something with passion, absolute devotion and attention, with soul and love; when you put something of yourself into what you’re doing

Hoseok videolog’s through the years [4/4]

↳ “Do I really deserve to be alone even though I want to be by your side?”

Précis; In which you’re best friends and one night accidentally brings you closer together.

Note: I was beyond anxious when this disappeared multiple times, but now that it’s here, I can breathe. | ft. slight Park Jimin (’:

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a splash of fluff. Light smut and mentions of alcohol. | Words ➳ 10.8k

The music reverberated throughout the large home, blasting and threatening to pierce his skin and seep into his veins. People were dancing, yelling along with the music and having the time of their lives; wanting nothing more than to get wasted and to just forget. Others who had the mind to think, just stood back while drinking small sips from their cups—examining the humans who were begging to drown deeper into their drunkenness, to swim to the shore to survive the night or to just fall deep into the waters; giving up and letting their subconscious mind take over. The house was surely trembling from the commotion within, wanting nothing more than to relieve it from the atrocious tension, to feel blissful like it once had and not all clogged up from the poison that was slowly building up.

Amidst the many partygoers under the twinkling lights scattered on the ceiling and the loud obnoxious immature chatter amongst many groups, Jungkook stood in front of the home bar, pointing to a bottle while the man on the other side happily grabbed it and handed it to him. Jungkook took a plastic cup from a stack and bit the lid off the bottle, fizz quickly slipping out while he poured it’s contents into his cup. He had no idea what was slowly taking over his body. He had no idea how he got to the party, or even why he came; but what he did know was this.

He wanted to see you.