#yfxchorong

[jungkookxyf-blog]

[jungkookxyf-blog]

@yfxchorong

"i just realized."

his eyes flutter open, squinting in brief discomfort from the sun rays that flicker through the rustling petals and branches of a cherry blossom tree. he shifts a little, adjusting his head on chorong's legs - jungkook's favorite thigh pillow tbh, despite the lack of general meat on her lil' goober body, it’s sort of his go-to comfort spot to nap on. 

he wiggles his socked feet, shoes set somewhere off the new luxury waterproof blanket chorong had decided to unnecessarily add on to her list of unnecessary things to buy the last time she dragged him along to that disastrous (unnecessary³) shopping trip.

the boy pauses then, for dramatic affect, fingers flitting through her hair to come away with a lone petal that had found its way into her strands.

"did i ever get around to showing you that huge ass collection of warts on my big toe?"

wiggles his toes again.

"it’s like a mini wart city."

[yfxjisoo-blog]

would you date chorong though

NEVER. Precious Chorong is like...a mother to me honestly. Homely older sister who keeps me fed. All of the above.

[yfxbobby-blog]

☢

( kkt → chorong ) PLS STOP MAKING THOSE DOUGHNUTS

( kkt → chorong ) PLS CHORONG

( kkt → chorong ) have mercy on me ):

[jungkookxyf-blog]

“Is that my shirt?”

"fuck, wait, lemme just -" he's gotten his head through the pint-sized shirt so far, and half an arm awkwardly stuck in between, steadily inching up against the thin, frilly fabric while bogum simultaneously tries to apply a vibrant shade of red lipstick on jungkook's lips. there’s no way this is going to fit.

he's lost a bet to park boshit today, but sadly the effeminate makeover is only half of it. he's got ten cartwheels to do out on the grounds in this atrocious transformation. in broad daylight. bogum is fucking savage.

"is that -"

he jumps, startled at chorong's voice, and in the abruptness of her arrival, jungkook accidentally shoves his second arm in all the way through, ripping the shirt right down the middle -

"..... my shirt?"

"uh." jungkook stares at her for a good three seconds, his face a terrible imitation of michelle phan's autumn ombré make up look (courtesy of park bogum), and hair immaculately pulled up into two pigtails (also courtesy of bogum).

he gingerly slides the shirt off his neck before quietly letting it fall to the ground, pitiful, tattered, and unrecognizable.  

"yeah... no..." he consciously pulls on one of his pigtails, sort of guilty, "not... anymore."

[yfxjisoo-blog]

me too all of them

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

[sms -> precious chorong] It’s another bright and shining morning!

[sms -> precious chorong] Are you awake?? If you are, I have a muffin!! 

[sms -> precious chorong] mmm muffin

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[sms -> precious chorong] Sometimes I’m not sure why you decided to be my friend, but I’m really glad you did. 

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

[sms -> precious chorong] CAN YOUCOMEANDGETME

[sms -> precious chorong] CORNER BY THE GROCERY PLEASE OK

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[sms -> precious chorong] i’mmm feeEEEelin twnty toOOOooo

[sms -> precious chorong] even...if i’m...not..

[sms -> precious chorong] i cold be 22 if i want to be

[sms -> precious chorong] dream bgi chorongong dream bigSend “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

[sms -> precious chorong] how would you like to meet my..

[sms -> precious chorong] dog for cuddles at the park?  I really just want cupcakes.Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[sms -> precious chorong] if I smell something burning do I alert someone or just assume it’s my roommate possibly burning their hair with a iron thing

[sms -> precious chorong] what is burning hair supposed to smell like 

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[sms -> precious chorong] Sometimes I am just so angry because of all that stuff Chorong. I just want...I want to punch something. Not you of course, you’re the best, but ugh. 

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[sms -> precious chorong] do you ever wonder why they decided to make another pirates of the caribbean??? Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[sms -> precious chorong] ....

[sms -> precious chorong] if I’m dead in the morning, ask Uui hyungnim where he put the bodySend “&” for a LOVING text.

[sms -> precious chorong] Thank you for accepting me and my stupid...and for keeping me well fed. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[sms -> precious chorong] Sometimes I wonder what I’d look like if I was blonde.

[sms -> precious chorong] Don’t you think it would be horrifying?? Like a bad Draco Malfoy.Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[sms -> precious chorong] SHE SAID YES. I AM SO PLEASED, PRECIOUS CHORONG

[sms -> precious chorong] FOOD IS ON ME TOMORROW OK? GOOD.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[sms -> precious chorong] fergalicious make the boys go locooooOOOoo

[sms -> precious chorong] ...just pretend you never saw that

[sms -> precious chorong] I don’t even know who Fergie is. 

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[sms -> precious chorong] Do you think you’re ever not good enough? Sometimes...sometimes I think I could be ten times better than what I am. 

[sms -> precious chorong] I don’t know. 

[jungkookxyf-blog]

life in plastic, it’s fantastic;

@yfxchorong

uughgh.  

shopping.

there are about twelve different bags surrounding him as he waits silently for chorong to finish changing into her first dress, eyes glued to the ceiling and fingers drumming impatiently against the arm rest. he sits like this, with an empty head. thinks about literally nothing for a solid minute, then basketball for three minutes or so, before he's back to nothing, static noise crackling in his mind. a sigh then, and he shifts around uncomfortably, not sure why he decided to wear a leather jacket out of all things today; there's an itch in his armpit that he reaches for just as an employee strolls by, squinting a little at him in a judgmental way but he continues anyway because that is one nasty fucking itch. 

"cho." he calls out. no reply. another sigh. the clock ticks by and jungkook slides further down the chair he's hogged, legs shamelessly wide open now.

"oiiiiii, chocoooo." 

he heaves himself up finally when he can no longer sit around, steadying the bags he'd accidentally knocked over carelessly in the process, before dragging himself towards the change room. "yah," raps the door a few times, exhaling dramatically, "chiki chiki choco choco."

"hurry up, i can't wait like this." he's leaning his creased forehead against the door now, going over a few pre-made, overly positive reactions in his head so that she'll fucking stick with whatever the hell she's trying on in there. he can’t handle waiting around like this for another hour.

[yfxconfessions]

the two just need to bang again