my pea sized brain can't hold all the insufferable scenarios I think of, so I'm going to put them here in a bid to stop ruining my characters lives lmao
January 2021
First place in The House of ARMY Awards (Jungkook Category) for 'ox//xo'
premise: jungkook throws tantrums but so does his girlfriend. match made in hell, but they both like the warmth of satan's firey pit, so they stay there quite content.
pairing: idol!jungkook x reader (established romance)
inspiration: wrote too much angst and just wanted something that made me feel cosy lol. chapter title is from 'turn' by the wombats x
P.S. British English spelling (hence tyre instead of tire) x
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"Oi, Jungkook, pack it in. You're gonna wear yourself out, and we've not even reached the second half of the set yet," Hoseok called across the frantic dressing room.
Staff were buzzing about, helping the boys get ready for their next stage. The VCR, which was keeping the crowd distracted while they got changed, wasn't long enough for a full-blown discussion, but someone needed to tell Jungkook to sort himself out.
He'd been at it like a mad man for the entire show.
Naturally, the fans were loving it. His energy was infectious, and he'd been trending worldwide on Twitter from the get-go as a result of it.
"He's right," Jimin added when Jungkook merely grunted.
A stylist was dabbing at his skin with a micro-fibre towel, gently drying the sweat that had poured from him. He knew they were right - his heart rate had barely slowed despite the quick break, and he definitely hadn't had enough water to replenish his dwindling resources.
In the corner of the room, Jin leant over to Yoongi and whispered out of earshot, "How much do you wanna bet that we're gonna wake up to a cake or six in the morning?"
Smirking, Yoongi looked up from his phone over the youngest member. He had a face of thunder and attitude to match. "Hope she makes her cheesecake again. Shit was delicious."
"Alright boys, you're up!" A stage runner called from the doorway. "Let's crush it!"
Rolling his head back against his shoulders, Jungkook sighed.
He knew that the boys were talking sense, but it was impossible to reason with him when he was like this. There was only one person who could ever seem to talk sense into him.
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Across town, you were baking.
It was your fourth cake of the evening. One Victoria sponge, two chocolate fudge brownies, and currently, you were smashing digestive biscuits in a ziplock bag with a little too much aggression.
