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'
recommended listening: I made a playlist!! Link to my spotify is in my bio - look for the playlist called 달토끼
premise: jungkook can be anything and everything he wants, except be yours.
pairing: idol!jjk x reader
inspiration: the billboards outside my room during quarantine lmao, I've been working on this one for a little while. I started writing it at the same time as I began night crawlers, fun facts!!
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mood board courtesy ofjoontaekooq (thank you (ㅠㅠ))
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June
His hair was poker straight, remnants of the perm he'd had when you'd first met discarded on the floor of the companies styling room earlier that day. You missed the waves, but there was something so beautiful about his natural hair and the way that the strands crossed over themselves as he slept.
There were a few dimpled marks on his skin, blemishes that the world would rarely see, if ever. You realised how lucky you were to see him in his human form, after the concealer had been wiped off and the contact lenses had been removed, revealing his silky onyx eyes. They were closed now, his short lashes feathering across the top of his cheeks.
Serenity suited him.
When he was like this, he could have been anyone. A barista, maybe. It would have befitted him, but he didn't drink that much coffee, not favouring the bitter taste. Perhaps a school teacher? He was great with kids, but he was too much like a kid himself to be given that much responsibility. An office job wouldn't have been right for him. The predictability of the mundane would have driven him mad.
And yet the only thing that gave away who he was, was the indelible ink that covered his hand; a homage to his one true love in the world. You'd trace it occasionally, wondering how one man was capable of harbouring infinite amounts of love inside his singular vessel. It was a gift to be around a soul so virtuous; as pure as the first layer of snowfall after a biting winter's night.
