Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
~ Say Cheese ๐ง
~ This led me down a weird โJungkook eatsโ rabbit hole lol ๐๐ณ
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คJEON + BUCKET HAT ๐ญ!!!(เธ'ฬ-'ฬ)เธ
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คJEON DETAILS ๐ท๏ธ ใญใใฏใใผใค!!
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written by: ๐ฅบ
genre: fluff, angst
pairing: jungkook x female!reader
warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)
summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.
thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!
you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harderโto just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.
he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.
what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.
all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?
is he coming home at all tonight?
the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.
"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.
in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.
"why are you home so late?"
he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at thisโhe's definitely mad.
and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.
you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.
but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.
he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.
"look at me, baby," you whisper.
he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.
"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"
he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."
there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.
"everything's wrong?"
he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.
"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."
something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.
"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"
he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.
jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.
when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.
"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.
jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."
"that's so cheesy."
he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."
"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"
he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."
sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.
and all you need is him.
So apparently I have now found my new passion: creating colour coded covers for all my BTS Playlist.......
So here are some more ENJOY !๐
You can find these on iTunes if you want ( itโs โMOTSโ not โmap of the soulโ)
made theseโand i personally find them stunning.
they are simply majestic
just jungkook laying down to show the best angle for the camera ๐ณ๐ฉ