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Clint Cearley

Illustrator and founder of Swatches Academy

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pairing: jikook

genre: implied smut

word count: 520

description: Jimin and Jungkook have a gay hookup at church camp. They're probably going to hell for this, but yolo. 

note: i wrote this in under an hour and i’m still not sure why

He could already hear his mother’s voice scolding him for not properly drying his hair before going out, but he was willing to risk a cold for this.

“Hurry, Jin’s coming out of the cabin!”

Jimin ducked behind the overgrown shrubbery that surrounded the camp to avoid the head counselor, tugging his white bathrobe tighter around himself so it wouldn’t be caught in the branches. Water was still dripping from his bleached hair and seeping into the clean fuzz. Ahead of him was a significantly drier and better-clothed Jungkook who peeked out from behind the thick trunk of a giant pine tree.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. You’re crazy.“ With a last glance backward, the blond made a sprint toward the forest and into Jungkook’s strong embrace.

“Mmm, but you love me,” Jungkook mumbled as he pressed his lips gently against Jimin’s, one hand pulling the smaller boy closer as the other thread their fingers together. “Bet you’ve never done something this bad before, hmm?”

He hadn’t. Though it was his first time at the new camp, Jimin had been expecting the experience to be along the lines of his previous summers: campfires, hiking, and Bible study. He was expecting pranks in the showers and boisterous low-quality singing, but instead he found himself showering with the cutest boy he’d ever seen and giggling as the boy serenaded him with breathy love songs. And now he was skipping evening worship to hook up with said cute boy in the woods. Blood was pumping loudly in his ears as he turned his attention back to Jungkook, whining weakly as the boy tugged at his plush bottom lip.

This was so bad.

His head snapped up Jin’s voice sounded piercingly through the megaphone, roaring over the boisterous chatter of the 34 other boys as he corralled them over to the creek for the last of the day’s activities. Taking advantage of the diversion, Jungkook grazed his teeth over the sensitive curve of the boy’s neck and laid open-mouth kisses over the damp skin, leaving sharp bites and licking over the sore spots. Water from the creek had seeped through his white shirt, making the translucent fabric cling obscenely to his sculpted abdomen. Not like Jimin hadn’t seen him shirtless—they were in the same cabin, where even the straight boys snuck envious glances at his godly proportions.

“Ah—Jungkookie!” High-pitched laughter bubbled excitedly from his plush lips as Jimin pulled on the younger boy’s soft golden brown locks. The thrill of their escapade sent pleasurable chills down his spine; if anyone turned to the trees, they’d spot the bright white of his bathrobe. They could be caught so easily.

Jungkook groaned against his skin at the pressure and pulled the white robe down to uncover more of Jimin’s flushed chest, locking his lips over the exposed nipple, clamping his large hand over the boy’s mouth to stop his cry of surprise.

“Stay quiet, hyung, or I’ll stop.” A devilish smirk glittered in his deceptively innocent eyes as he gazed up at Jimin. “Jesus, are you even wearing anything underneath?”

request: HIIII I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING! (Sunshine in your smile makes me happy) <3 Could you pleaseeee make Sugamon drabble?? With situation 16 and sentence 1! THANK YOU HONEY <3

drabble game: first kiss, “I’m with you for a reason, stupid.”

pairing: sugamon

genre: fluff

word count: 909

description: cookies and kisses ft. everyone’s fave emotionally constipated couple

note: tysm !! hope you enjoy this 💖

By the time Yoongi stirred in his large blanket burrito, it was just past 8 in the morning. Streams of sunlight were filtering through the space between his curtains. His door was ajar and allowed the warm scent of baking waft to his vicinity. Someone was screaming softly in the kitchen.

There aren’t many rules at the dorms, but the ones that exist should be dutifully obeyed because they’re usually there for a very good reason—rules like Don’t Let Kim Namjoon Into the Kitchen. Unfortunately, as Yoongi lay in nestled in his comforting warmth and contemplating who was being so pleasant and stupid as to bake at ass o’clock on his day off, he realized that everyone had left early on schedule and the only other person home right now should be Namjoon. He’d sprained his wrist after slipping on Jungkook’s shamefully massive fidget spinner collection.

More frantic whisper-screaming floated from the kitchen as something clattered to the ground. The smoke detector was blaring.

Jesus Christ, what is he doing? Gathering his comforter around him in a makeshift bomb suit, Yoongi shuffled cautiously across the wooden floor to the source of the ruckus, where he beheld a sight almost absurd enough to be featured on The Great British Bake Off.

In the middle of the kitchen, Namjoon was teetering precariously on a tall kitchen stool, back hunched and knees bent very uncomfortably to avoid slamming directly into the ceiling. His neck was craned painfully sideways as he jabbed violently at the little round smoke detector above. He was still in his stupidly adorable Ryan pajamas, and his hair bore him the resemblance of a cockatiel. Next to him was the oven, wide open with a full baking sheet of fresh cookies balanced halfway on the top rack, only one very strong vibration away from tears and disappointment.

In a last-ditch effort, Namjoon slammed the detector and finally ceased the alarm. Yoongi waited for him to clamber down the stool.

“What,” he seethed from under his mobile blanket fort, “the everloving fuck are you doing?” His eyes followed Namjoon as the younger guiltily moved the chair back to its original position. “Are you trying to burn this place to the ground? Aren’t you injured?”

With his good hand, Namjoon lifted the cookies out of the oven and set them onto the counter. He bit into one and immediately spat it out. Dumbass, you just finished baking, of course it’s too hot. “Well, only my left wrist. It’s not like I’m disabled.” He turned to Yoongi, sheepish. “Sorry for waking you up, hyung. I accidentally dropped some leftover dough on the rack, and it burnt.”

The shorter male dropped his blanket with a sigh. “Whatever. Are those even edible?” He gestured to the cooling rack. Namjoon scoffed.

“Of course. Here, try one.” He shoved a small half into Yoongi’s mid-protest mouth. “How is it?”

The black-haired male nodded. The warm dough softened wonderfully in his mouth, and the chocolate chips were still melted. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“Oh, thank God. This was actually my first time making them, so I wasn’t sure they’d be edible.” He shied away from Yoongi’s slap. “I took a bite first anyway, so I knew it wasn’t poisonous!”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t have known it was safe, you spit yours out. What am I, your lab rat? I cannot believe the atrocious dishonor my revered person has suffered today.”

“I’m with you for a reason, stupid. Who else would actually try my cooking?” The tall brunette stuffed the rest of his previously bitten cookie into his mouth. “But I’m glad it’s good. That makes it worth the burn.”

“What burn?” Concern replaced Yoongi’s irritation as he reached for Namjoon’s large hand. “Where? Is it bad?”

“Only on my wrist.” He showed the underside of his arm, where there was fresh scar. “Why?” he smirked, leaning down teasingly. “Are you gonna kiss it better?”

“Shut up, you little shit,” the smaller boy muttered, bringing the large hand to his lips. He laid a quick, chaste kiss on the small burn mark. “Just this once, because I pity you.”

“But hyung, I burnt my tongue when I tried that cookie and it really hurts.” Namjoon wrapped his braced wrist stiffly around Yoongi’s thin waist, tugging him close. “Won’t you kiss it better?”

Yoongi hesitantly moved up to close the distance between them when the brunette gripped, halting him midway.

“You don't have to if you're not ready, hyung.”

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing.”

Suddenly he was pressing against Namjoon in an openmouthed kiss. His lips felt just like how Yoongi had always imagined: plump and soft, and a little bittersweet from the baking chocolate. He felt the boy nip at his bottom lip and groaned softly, biting back with a growl when Namjoon playfully squeezed his ass.

When they finally pulled away, Yoongi's lips were vivid and swollen, and his cheeks flushed to match. He laid against the crook of his boyfriend's neck, hands linked possessively behind the broad pajama-clad back as he breathed deeply to calm his racing heart.

“Why didn't we do that sooner?”

“Because we're both emotionally constipated shitheads. Now kiss me again.” Threading his fingers through Namjoon's wild bedhead, Yoongi tugged the boy back down to his height. “I wanna do this for the rest of my life.”

“Only if you let me test cookies on you.”