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yoonjin | sick fic | pg | fluff | 1,537 words

Despite Yoongi’s various adamant protests, Jin knew when his boyfriend was getting sick. Other than the obvious coughs and sniffles he heard coming from the other male, there were a few other less obvious signs.

His already lethargic roommate began sleeping more. Whether it be in their room, on the couch, or even at the kitchen table, it became harder to find Yoongi conscious in the dorm. He also started coming back from the studio earlier. Instead of 6 or 7 am he would come back around 4 or 5 am and sleep like the dead until lunch time or maybe even miss lunch claiming he had no appetite. That was another thing. Yoongi already missed meals because he was too focused on what he was doing, but now when he did eat it became a smaller and smaller amount. Jin knew for sure he was getting sick, when one night Yoongi opted out of going to the studio all together because he fell asleep right after dinner and didn’t get up to go to the studio with Namjoon that evening.

late nights with hobi

↳ n. the moment of sudden revelation

Nothing scars one’s reputation and security but a little bit of mischief, carelessness and a whole lot of humiliation. But amongst all that, it can be repaired with a few fixes of love here and there.

➤ pairing: jimin | reader ; RA!jimin ➤ words: 2.3k  ➤ genre: too much fluff ➤ summary: its bad enough you have to experience second degree embarrassment but to have it three times in a row is bad enough, especially when your crush is there to witness everything. ➤ a/n: i’m feeling so much better so i thought i would just hit you all up with something before i continue princess and the pauper.

You learn a good thing or two and maybe even a long list of warnings and surival tips the moment you decided to dedicate your life to this college. Its new and all fresh in your head when you picked up all the habits, the dos and don’ts and the little things that keep you from stumbling into a pit of misery, embarrassment and unwanted freshmen memories.

It’s all part of your radar, keeping yourself in track with studies and homework and it’s an added bonus if you actually make decent friends. There was really no time on your agenda to go wild in the very first stages and it was bad enough you were struggling with the rules and regulations. Involving yourself in first hand embarrassment was already torturous enough when you accidentally fell flat on your face in the cafeteria, letting everyone in your vicinity witness banana pudding smeared in your hair but that will be a story for another day.

Safe to say, you are still intact, all in one piece and not smothered with embarrassing moments in the beginning of college. But the universe decides to be a derisive mean asshole and play their own games on poor vulnerable you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You mumbled out of sheer frustration, ready to pull your hair out from underneath the thick wet towel wrapped around your head as you struggled down the hallways with a piece of fabric that leaves little imagination to people. “Rose! Did you take my clothes?”

Love is something like a whirlpool of crazy insane emotions that thickens and brews in your heart and stomach and mind until you decide that maybe, yeah, you are falling so far in love.

➤ pairing: jungkook | reader ; barista!jungkook ➤ words: 3.4k  ➤ genre: a tinge of angst and a wHOLE LOT OF FLUFF ➤ summary: jungkook isn’t good with words, especially with girls whose dumb boyfriends dumped them but miracles do happen on a Saturday rainy night when you showed up drenched and desperate for a hot mug of hot chocolate. ➤ a/n: LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY LOAF @pennelty honestly i don't know why the heck you want angst but i tRIED so pls love it for me thanks b.

The first time Jungkook met you, you belonged to another man, hands intertwined with tender loving eyes that gazed into each others for hours as Jungkook catches on little remnants and snippets of muffled conversation that were exchanged with steaming mugs of coffee beneath your noses.

It didn’t instigate any conflicting emotions the moment your frame enters the little café situated in the corner of the streets, a canopy from the congestions and city life of Seoul. Yet, as weeks pass, and your presence became a regular to the baristas and even the usual customers of the café, Jungkook had taken a fond habit of taking his time to drink you in every time you stopped by, specifically on late Saturday afternoons, where the glory of the sun rays dimmed and the chilling air was a perfect time for a cup of coffee. His colleague, Jimin became suspicious when Jungkook demanded to work for the Saturday shift, but even frequent squabbles and interrogations could not get Jungkook to admit anything he had for you.

But like the first time, and every other times, you had been and always will be belonged to another man; the intimacy and ardent aura that the both of you radiated stirring unwanted feelings and soon enough, when hand holding turned to chaste kisses, Jungkook didn’t bother to fight down the venomous jealousy that spread in his veins like wildfire.

Whatever peculiar dangerous emotions he was feeling, Jungkook knew he had no reason to intervene, to stop the ruthless battle in his heart as he watched the beautiful smile of yours, stars that swirled in your eyes like the galaxies that he maps out in his mind and the dulcet laughter that brought life to the ever so empty café. And while he unearths his greatest desires that lie in the heart of a stranger he only conversed in coffee language, Jungkook wishes that he was the very reason for all your beautiful things.