Three Sentences with Taekook

will write for food

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Okay but shout out to hel for literally being so damn fast I just posted these how

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“there was nothing to be done, and so he waited”

Him; • Timeloop au • Warnings: character death (like, a lot of it)

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Erase

it was so much easier to just forget They met twelve years ago in an empty playground on a Saturday afternoon; he’d sat against the familiar solidarity of a moss-lain tree, basking in the chilly streams of sunlight as summer began its descent into fall. One moment his eyes were closed and he was drifting on the edge of unconsciousness and the next he was awoken by a friendly greeting and a smile wide enough for the both of them. The words were said in a passing moment of a passing season, so easy to cast away as a fond memory of his youth, and yet here he was, twenty years old, clinging on to the faint hope that somewhere out there, a boy with a bright boxy grin was looking for him too. (“I’ll see you again, Jungkookie.”)

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Him;

fate works in mysterious ways, and not all of them lead to happy endings

No one starts out living with the intention to die, and yet here he was, twenty years old in a one room apartment, waiting for a person he knew would never come home, at least, not for a long, long time (he hadn't bothered to pick up the phone when the call came, couldn't bear to, unprepared to hear the words he'd heard so many times before, and so many more times to come); Jungkook had little attachment to the material world as it was- you could only experience something so may times before the intrigue fades into monotony. And yet, he couldn’t leave; not yet- he’d made a promise. Pulling his knees into his chest, he rests a cheek he hadn’t even noticed was wet on the back of his palm and wonders how many lifetimes he’d have to wait till he saw Taehyung next.

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Ah ok im glad you're fine! I know how studying can take up time but i appreciate you posting :) good luck on that exam!

Thank you, that really means a lot! Feel free to yell at me when you want something done hAHHAHAHA

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Library;

words he couldn’t say weren’t words that would go unheard Jungkook wondered whether the boy with the flaming scarlet hair knew he was staring; it was a little creepy, granted, but honestly, the majority of his focus was spent burying his nose in books from the return pile and pretending he wasn’t staring back. The redhead had been coming in regularly for the past two weeks now, and Jungkook was having a really hard time keeping his composure, much to the devillish delight of his coworker, Jimin, who had taken it upon himself to play wingman (he could only thank god that his friend was horrible at it) “Excuse me, but could I check this out?”, the calm baritone sliced clean through his train of thoughts, eliciting a bashful dusting of crimson on his cheeks as he murmured an apology, flipping the book open to its first page; if it was at all possible, his face grew even redder as he basked in the clumsy scrawl. (Hi, you’re really cute)

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Are you doing ok? I used to be on your blog a lot but i just wanna check on you because of the inactivity. I also love your writings but no pressure to get back in them if you're going through any trouble.

Aww, I’m sorry if I worried you but I’m fine, really! I was away bc I have a major exam coming up in three months or so and I’ve been cramming like nuts ^^’ I have been planning to post something though so your notif was the best kick in the butt to get shit done (and I’m not gonna lie I squealed when I got a notification for this wow I’m still kind of giddy) Thanks so much for this ask, man, you really brightened my day :’)

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Tinsel;

he was a mess, and so, so beautiful

Taehyung was still as Jungkook twirled another garland of tinsel over his shoulders, fixated on the excited littany of giggles spilling from his lips as the boy beamed at his newest creation, completely unaware that his canvas was very much awake. Had it not been Christmas morning, Taehyung would’ve long since kicked him out of bed (it was 4 am for god’s sake, where the hell did he get his energy from), or so he likes to tell himself, because god knows one flash of a bunny smile and he’s putty in the younger’s hands. When he felt a warm pair of hands brush along his neck and the prickling trail of plastic tickling his skin, he made a blind grab for the source, pulling him into his chest with a satisfied hum and calmly ignoring the surprised sputter as Jungkook flailed in his arms, only tangling them in the tinsel further; pressing a kiss on to the crown of his head, Taehyung smiled as he felt the comforting pressure of arms winding around his back. (“Merry Christmas, hyung.” “Go back to sleep, Jungkook.”)

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Spotlight;

you were blinding, almost painful to look at (i don’t mind one bit)

The heat of the spotlight nipped at his flesh unpleasantly as the roars of the audience enveloped them, trailing after their leather clad footsteps in an unhurried excitement. It was almost too much for Taehyung- the building warmth under his suit, the unhesitant cheers from people who didn’t even know their names, his own voice pouring from the speakers in a disembodied velvety thrum; and then there was a butterfly of a touch as skin grazed skin. He glanced up at Jungkook, eyes fixed on the bunny-toothed grin scorching his senses and the simple, unadulterated joy crinkling his eyes at the corners, and he briefly wondered how being blinded had cleared his vision.

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hi!! i really like your blog ^^ can you write taekook on their first date and tae does something really weird/embarrassing and poor kookie has to suffer im sorry this isnt a word or two word prompt idk whether you accept that but thank you!!

I screamed a little when I got this so dw I gotchu booFluster;he looked best with red dusting his cheeks anyways

Jungkook loved Taehyung, he’d swear it- everyone basically told them they were married anyways- but this, this was not what he’d signed up for. As Taehyung launched into the final hook of -Me Gustas Tu of all things- and ended with his hands framing his face like a flower, eyes gleaming with enthusiasm and a grin so wide it looked like it hurt; Jungkook felt his chest turn to putty, trying, and failing miserably, to tame the wildfire blooming on his cheeks as shoppers swooped in like vultures around the cereal aisle, eating up Taehyung’s deep, flourishing bows and even rewarding him with a round of applause. They left without buying anything, Jungkook with his hands over his face and Taehyung with a couple of fond pats on the head from the neighbourhood granny (“I hate you.” “You love me.” “… Yeah.”)

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Vanilla Latte;

bittersweet was not a taste that sat well on his tongue

Despite what anyone might think, Taehyung liked coffee; he loved it, in fact- deep roast, boiling hot, two sugars, no cream, a formula perfected over trial and error. No, what he hated was the crappy artificial shit kids these days kept pumping into their system, what with their triple whip java chip frappucinnos and their pumpkin spice lattes. (What he doesn’t know that everyone else knows is that what he hated even more was the lingering taste of bitter vanilla on the gentle curve of Jungkook’s lips the last time he said goodbye)

[hoseokie-bean]

*internal screaming*

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Well I mean… @hoseokie-bean

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This post was inspired by pointe by @taekook-in-three

I’m sorry I don’t know how to add the link to the post somebody please teach me

Taehyung had always known that Jimin loved ballet. His best friend had fallen in love with it the first time they stumbled upon it on TV, a crappy movie with a cliche trope, the small girl twirling away on screen and falling in love with a jock. He couldn’t remember much apart from that, the name of the girl fading in his memory and replacing itself with Jimin’s starstruck expression. His friend had joined a class the following week and hadn’t stopped going since. Taehyung had also known that Jungkook, on the other hand, loved street dancing. Everything from breakdancing to hip hop and even a bit of tricking. He had known, instantly, when he first saw the boy, popping his limbs to the beat in a back alley with some guys his mother would have described as thugs. When Jungkook moved to the heavy beat, movements powerful and sharp, his eyes sparkled the same way they had when Taehyung had first kissed him, retracing the tattoos on his arms with the tip of his fingers. Taehyung had known all this, so when Jimin managed to convince Jungkook to join one of his dance classes after a dare, he hadn’t expected Jungkook to like it. He hadn’t expected to see Jungkook come home with glowing eyes that day, ears red and smile wide. He hadn’t expected the excited ramble and the nervous fiddling with his piercings. When he had announced he would go back, Taehyung had smiled, fascinated with how his boyfriends nose crunched up at his unneeded but wanted approval. The next day, Taehyung had come home with a pair of dance shoes. Jungkook’s eyes had turned glossy then, and Taehyung had thought he would start crying, but he just gathered Taehyung up in his arms and held him tight, pressing the lithe body into his broad frame. When Taehyung had gone to the first showcase, he had expected Jungkook to somewhat stick out with his tattoos and piercings, a wolf admits a sea of sheep. But he hadn’t, and Taehyung had spent the next two hours staring at the stage where Jungkook was dancing, his movements softer but still as precise as they had been the first time. Taehyung might have shed a tear or two. And when the stage had ended, he had clapped so hard his hands still felt numb when Jungkook came to join him after changing. For his birthday, Taehyung got Jungkook a pair of black pointe dance shoes. Jungkook eyes sparkled as he kissed him.

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Ahhhh this was so cute :')))))

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Bubble Tea;

he couldn't say no even if he wanted to

If there was anything Jeon Jungkook hated more than maths (a true bane to his existence if at all any) it was bubble tea. Pearl tea, boba, he could call it as many names as he liked- it would still suck either ways; it got in his teeth, cost a bomb and didn’t even taste that good. He could sing hymns about how much it sucked shit and how it was totally overrated and how- “Jungkook-ah! Wanna go get boba with hyung?” - it wasn’t so bad after all.

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Please submit prompts this girl is hungry and if someone doesn’t stop me I’m just gonna keep spamming my ballet au that I actually want to write and not spoil here :((((((

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Because this whole mess with two blogs makes thing a little difficult you get the promts like this @taekook-in-three ( @hxstiasays just in case):

Nan: Library, blood and bubble tea  (I swear this kid isn’t as crazy as she sounds)

Me: lazy Sundays, tinsel (In memory of Tinsel Hope) and Vanilla latte

That was three from each of us, that should keep you busy for awhile. Though Im eyeing that ballet AU now…

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You always know how to indulge me :') It will though, especially with my programming paper today but I'll try to do them one at a time hehe. The ballet au... I'll tell you more soon ;)

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Oh no I’m catching feelings :’(

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Why is my url there Did I do something wrong

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You made my day actually hAHAHA