Love (and All Of Its Complications) | Kth

love (and all of its complications) | kth

— pairing: photography student!tae x reader

— genre: fluff, angst (a bit) | college au

— word count: 3.1k

— warnings: insecurities, self-deprecating thoughts, (most likely) inaccurate use of photography terms, the nickname love, brief mention of min yoonji (haha)

— summary: when you think you're not worth loving, he lists all the reason why you are.

— author's note: this is a request from a friend based on the song best part of me by ed sheeran (ft. yebba)! so its a bit oc-centric. if you're having similar thoughts to oc, i hope tae's words can become a source of comfort for you :) enjoy!

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The first thing you notice upon waking up from slumber is the weight of your boyfriend’s head on your chest, his fluffy hair tickling your chin. As much as you like having him close like this, the position makes it hard for you to breathe, so you shift your body a little to give your lungs the oxygen they deserve. Your movement triggers that of his as well, his arm tightening around your waist and his leg around your legs, making you sigh in defeat.

A glance at the wall clock tells you that it’s still way too early for him to wake up, so you decide to give him those extra hours of sleep you know he will appreciate later. Your hand settles on his hair, fingers running through the strands once before you angle your head to give him a kiss on the top of his head. He stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up, instead he snuggles closer to your body like you’re his personal body pillow.

When your hand catches on his t-shirt while rubbing his back, the black color of the fabric reminds you that your boyfriend had gone straight to bed last night in the same clothes he had been wearing all night. Any protests you put up fell on deaf ears as he whined for you to get into bed with him, claiming he was too exhausted to wash up. Between his big puppy eyes and pouting lips, you couldn’t find it in you to deny him of your hold, allowing him to pull you onto the mattress and into dreamland.

Last night was the opening night of Taehyung’s photography exhibition, so you understand the state of exhaustion he’s in. You’ve witnessed first-hand how stressed he was preparing for this event, from the initial proposal to choosing the photos to display and arranging them in the exhibition venue according to his vision. It was filled with countless sleepless nights and too many cups of coffee you started to worry about his wellbeing, something you told him often. Despite his reassurance that he would be fine, you still found yourself biting your lip in worry every time he looked even the slightest bit tired.

Last night, he proved to you that all of those sleepless nights and bitter coffees are worth it as he proudly hosted the opening night of his own exhibition that has been his dream for so long. You had watched as the sparks never left his eyes for the entirety of the night, even though he had to be on his feet for hours and talk non-stop to the guests. You watched with admiration in your eyes every time he explained the meaning behind the photos on display, feeling pride swell in your heart when you see that people were as mesmerized as you were listening to him talk about his art.

You had let yourself wander around the exhibition without him, letting him be the star of the show on his own. It was fascinating to see the exhibition in its finished form when you’ve only seen parts of the building process, seeing the bits you recognize and how it came to life with the things added around them. It was also different seeing the photos finally lined up according to the story that Taehyung wants to tell, the message he wants to convey. Through the various colors and techniques, he bares his mind to everyone and hopes that it was enough to be understood.

You’ve always admired Taehyung’s photography skills. The way he captures mundane things and makes them appear extraordinary in his shots never fails to evoke emotions out of you, sometimes even making you believe that the world is as beautiful as it is behind his camera lens. Often you wonder if that’s how he sees the world — through a rose-colored glass, void of the black-colored stains that’s always lurking in the corner.

You found the answer last night, when he was talking to his photography club friends about the general theme of his exhibition. It’s not exactly looking at the world through a rose-colored glass — or lens, in his case — but just to show people than you can find beauty even in the tiniest nook and cranny of places you never thought to be beautiful. You thought it’s an endearing concept, but one of his friends argued that the narrative seems too idealistic in the way it sugarcoats the harsh realities of the world. They had launched into a discussion of this topic with different opinions from each one of Taehyung’s friends, giving their own input as to why this is damaging or healing.

The discussion was intense and at some point even they made you voice your thoughts on the matter as someone who doesn’t see the world through a lens like the rest of them. Your answer, of course, made them groan because it aligns with your boyfriend’s opinion, giving the impression that you were just saying things to support him even though it was your honest thoughts on the topic. Taehyung had given you a huge grin before squeezing you in a side-hug, relaying his gratitude silently. The conversation continued in a good-manered banter, soon after shifting to the techniques used in Taehyung’s photographs.

The words being thrown around sounded so foreign to you, who was only able to recognize the terms composition and exposure. Something about positioning, lighting, coloring, editing.. you tuned them out after a while. Despite so, you didn’t miss the way Taehyung talked animatedly about his craft, responding to each and every query from his friends with enthusiasm. It was clear from the discussion that everyone in the club is really passionate about this, about the things they want to tell through photographs, about the message each of them carries in every frame they capture.

Sometimes you wonder how it feels to be that passionate about something.

You have your own interests and hobbies, of course, ones you even think are your passion in life that you’d continue doing for the rest of your life. You spend weeks, months, years to perfect your own art until you’re confident that you have put out the best results and can proudly present them to the world. Surely, this is your passion, your life calling, you’re meant to do this for as long as you live. For a moment, you truly believed that.

Soon after, reality turns bleak as you come to a realization that your best does not even come close to someone else’s worst. Every corner you turn, there’s always someone with more things to offer; more appeal, more elegance, more eloquence. Your best result, the one you created with all the effort you could muster, paled in comparison to them. Hell, it was annihilated, utterly destroyed without a trace left. You’d watched your dreams crash and burn, taking your confidence with them.

Striped off your art, your passion, you’re left with a gaping hole of what else? What else do you have to offer to the world? What else do you have in you that’s worth showing off? What else can you do to prove your worth? What else can you do if not this?

Those questions play themselves in an endless loop inside your head, plaguing your mind day in, day out. There are times when they’re not as loud, only serving as background noise while you go through your day, but you find there are more times that they are roaring in your ears like thunder prior to a storm. They get worse whenever you see people talking about what they do with so much fervor, the fire in their eyes reflecting in your empty ones. Your fire was long gone even before it was able to be ablaze.

Often times, it makes you wonder whether you’ll ever be good enough without a passion.

“Honey? Sweetheart?”

Your boyfriend’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. It sounds even deeper than normal, indicating that he just woke up. When you look down, though, his eyes are wide open and there’s concern in them, like he can hear the thunder that rumbled in your head moments prior. You hope not. It’s too early for him to be worried.

“Are you okay?” Uh, oh. “I called you like, five times before this. Thought you were still asleep, but you’re awake..” Taehyung turns in your hold, holding himself up using his right arm. The worry in his eyes doesn’t cease, and you hate to be the cause of it.

“I’m fine, Tae, why wouldn’t I be?” You press your lips into a faint smile, hoping he would just chalk it up to you being tired from the event last night. His left hand comes up to your cheek and you lean into the touch, unconsciously releasing a small sigh.

“You had that faraway look that you do whenever you’re thinking about something,” Taehyung says, his gaze analyzing your expression. “And this time, it’s paired with a frown,” he continues, the pad of his thumb lightly brushing over the corner of your lips which you try really hard to keep upturned. “You’re not fine, love.”

Another sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes, hating the fact that your boyfriend knows you like the back of his hand.

“Yeah, it’s just..” How do you downplay this so he doesn’t get more worried? “..morning woes,” you settle. That should be enough. “Don’t worry about it, Tae.”

Your hand reaches for his head so you can go back to running your fingers through his hair like you were doing before he woke up, but he’s having none of it as he pushes himself to a sitting position, ridding you of his body warmth. “You saying that is the reason why I have to worry,” he counters. “Is it one of my friends? Or the guest? Did anyone make you uncomfortable last night?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” you rush to correct his assumptions. Although it is true that your spiraling thoughts started because of his friends, it’s not for the reason he’s thinking of. “It’s just me thinking too much, Tae, it’s okay,” you try to reassure him once again.

“About what?” Taehyung asks, eyes never leaving yours. You wish he’d turn his gaze somewhere else, because you’re not sure the clouds behind your irises can be hidden for much longer. You’d hate to taint this important moment for him with your clouds, dark and rumbling in your mind.

Apparently you’re silent for too long that he deems you’re back in your head again. “Hey, it’s okay.. you can tell me,” he whispers, thumb stroking your cheek gently. His eyes have gone softer now, no longer staring at you with concern swimming in his orbs. You should be relieved, happy that he’s not worried anymore, but somehow the emotion replacing that worry makes your heart tighten in your chest.

Love.

He’s staring at you with love. Gentle and quiet, like he’s saying it doesn’t matter what you have in your mind, doesn’t matter how dark the clouds are, doesn’t matter how much the storm is raging, he will always find your hand to hold and pull you out into the light. He will always love you, whether your head is filled with a ray of sunshine or a raging storm.

“Do you love me?” You say quietly. It’s almost rethorical, with the way his gaze has your answer even before you voice out the question.

“Yes, of course I love you.” It doesn’t even take a second for him to answer. “Is this what you were thinking about? Whether I love you or not?” Taehyung sounds genuinely surprised, maybe because it never occurred to him to doubt his love for you.

Instead of responding to his question, you put your arms around his shoulders and pull him down for a hug. It’s an uncomfortable position and his arms are bent at an awkward angle, but you don’t care. You need to let this man know that you’ve never doubted his love for you either, only the reason behind it and whether you deserve it or not.

“Love, will you tell me what’s going on?” Taehyung’s voice is muffled against your shoulder. You blink back tears that are threatening to spill out as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Why do you love me, Tae?”

The whispered question makes him pull away from the hug to get a look at your expression. You lost your hiding place and have no choice but to let him see you in this state; glassy, red-rimmed eyes, vulnerable. Taehyung’s eyebrows slope downwards and he looks like he’s something between angry and upset. It occurs to you that the single sentence you let out could have been interpreted in so many different ways, so you rush to explain yourself.

“It’s not that — that I don’t believe that you love me. It’s just..” you take a deep breath and release it in a shaky sigh. “Why are you in love with me? I’m not as pretty as your other friends, I’m not talented, not even that smart. Heck, I quit doing my art because I wasn’t good enough at the thing I claimed to be my passion. I don’t have anything about me to be proud of, to be worthy of being loved. Why are you still with me? You could have anyone else that has so much more to offer than me..”

By the end of your explanation, tears have flown freely down your cheeks. It seems silly to be crying even before noon, but the demons inside your head don’t look at the time when they summon storms. You just wish Taehyung didn’t have to see this. He doesn’t deserve this version of you when he has given you nothing but his best.

“I’m still with you because you make me happy,” Taehyung says. He pulls you up into a sitting position before cupping your cheeks in his huge hands, thumbs brushing away your tears. He doesn’t stop even when they continue flowing out of your eyes.

“I’m still with you because you make me laugh with your one-liners, because you laugh at my jokes. I’m with you because you call my photos beautiful even when I think they’re not. I’m with you because you don’t get mad at me whenever I burn food and instead offer to clean up with me. I’m with you because you push me to be the best version of myself even without realizing it.

“You’re beautiful, talented, and smart, love. Even when you choose not to believe it yourself. You’re courageous, too, for deciding to quit when you felt it was too much for you. Many people might not agree with me, but it takes great courage and strength to be able to quit from something you’ve been doing for so long with so much effort. It’s okay if you don’t have something to be passionate about right now, I will be here for you until you find a new one, or maybe get back to the one you left.”

Taehyung smiles, and your sobs get uglier.

“I love you for all the reasons you think you don’t deserve to be loved for, so you can quit worrying about it, okay?”

You sob loudly and he chuckles, endeared, as he pulls you back into his arms. His hands rub soothingly down your back, letting you cry on his shoulder without any complaints. Pressing his cheek against the top of your head, he releases a relieved sigh with a small smile.

“You know, it’s a wonder as well that you love me,” Taehyung laughs quietly. “I can’t cook, I’m terribly messy, and when I work on my project I ignore you for days. Do you remember the twenty missed calls you left because I fell asleep in the studio when preparing for the exhibition?”

You sniff and chuckle, your voice sounding funny when you talk because of your blocked nose. “That’s because you’re passionate. You just worried me when you didn’t pick up your phone, thought you were dead from exhaustion.” You clear your throat to get rid of the scratchiness of your voice. “Also I don’t mind that you can’t cook, as long as you stay updated on delivery places so we have something different to eat every day.”

“You don’t mind that I can’t cook because you can’t cook either, love.”

“Yeah, that too.”

Taehyung lets out another chuckle as he squeezes your form, peppering your head with kisses. You both stay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s body warmth. It allows you to settle the storm inside your head, now only a pitter-patter against the window in your mind. Soon, it’ll be filled with sunshine again. You believe it will.

“Can I ask you about something?” Taehyung says after minute of being silent. You hum your affirmation, allowing him to continue. “What triggered you? To think about all of that this early in the morning?”

“It’s almost eleven, Tae, not early at all,” you muse, ignoring the first part of his question. You let out a sigh when he gives no response to your joke. “Just.. meeting your friends last night. They’re fine, I swear! But the way you guys were talking about the exhibition, about photography in general.. it made me realize how passionate you all are and made me wonder why I can’t be that passionate towards something as well. Yeah, there you go.”

“Oh, love..” Taehyung sighs.

“Also, your friends are really pretty and talented, I couldn’t help but feel insecure, you know?” You add, tone light and playful to let your boyfriend know that you’re okay now. Even if there’s some truth to your words. “Who’s the one who has dark blue hair? I saw the shot she showed you on her phone, it was really beautiful and stuck with me the most.”

“Oh, that’s Min Yoonji. If you remember Yoongi from the club last year, she’s his twin. Yoongi couldn’t come last night so he sent her in his stead,” Taehyung explains. “You don’t have to be insecure, though. Yoonji might be pretty and talented, but she’s not you.”

You snort out a shy laugh. “Alright, I get it. Ease up on the flirting, will you?”

“Hey, I’m serious!” He laughs and it’s so contagious you find yourself laughing out loud as well. “Really, though, love. Okay?”

“Hmm,” you respond. Then, “I love you, Tae.”

“I love you too,” he replies. “Now can we get breakfast? Brunch? I’m starving.”

And as you laugh again, you think you’ll be fine. You think the storms will calm down into a drizzle, and the drizzle will soon let up to allow a ray of sunshine to pass through the clouds. There might even be a rainbow adorning the sky of your mind, and it will look picture-perfect just like how Taehyung captures the world in his lens.

You’ll be fine.

— a/n: thanks for reading! tell me your thoughts here :)

you bring colors (to my life) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, childhood friends to lovers

— word count: 1.6k

— warnings: tattooed and pierced jk (lip only, but he's tame this time haha), just boxer!jk and oc being in love with each other

— summary: a splash of red, a hint of purple, a huge amount of a shade of light blue. he's covered in colors, and you can't stop staring.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Colors.

The first thing you notice about the boy standing in front of you is how his right arm is now covered in colors. A splash of red there, a hint of purple here, and a huge amount of a shade of light blue below his elbow. You’d say it’s somewhere between teal and turquoise, but you’re not an art student in any shape or form so you can’t be sure.

The first thing you say to aforementioned boy is: “You colored them in?”

An amused smile takes over his face upon hearing your question, his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. “What, not even a proper greeting now?” He opens his arms wide, an invite for a hug. “Come here and give your boyfriend the greeting he deserves.”

“OOH!” You exclaim, noticing a bright red-orange on the inside of his arm, “You colored the flower in! It’s so pretty..” Your fingers trace over the tiger lily pattern on his skin, admiring how nice the color looks against his skin tone. You’re about to turn his arm to see if he added colors to other parts of his tattoos, but he pulls it away with a huff.

“You’re only dating me for my tattoos, aren’t you?” Jeongguk says flatly, frowning.

“Of course not!” Your answer melts his frown away, but it’s obviously not the complete version. “I’m here for your piercings, too.” You cackle as he tongues his cheek, frown back in place. “Speaking of which, where’s your eyebrow piercing? Did you take it out?”

“I’ll answer that if you give me a hug first.” Jeongguk’s frown turns into a pout and you can’t help but think that this boy is just a baby trapped in a twenty-something-year-old’s body. But, hey, at least this baby has made a significant progress since a year ago when you both first started dating. At that time, he didn’t even know how to say what he wanted and opted to just show instead of tell. Caused a lot of confusion on your end, though the case was closed with a happy ending.

“You big babyyy,” you drag the last syllable out as you put your arms around his waist, your face buried in his chest. Funny how you’re the smaller one in this relationship but he’s the one being coddled. “There, there, one giant hug from your tiny girlfriend, done.”

Jeongguk hums contentedly, tightening his arms around your frame just a fraction. “One more thing,” he says, before pulling away just a bit only to dip his head to capture your lips in a kiss. Should’ve known that a hug wouldn’t be enough for him.

After dating Jeongguk for a year, it shouldn’t surprise you anymore how his lip ring feels against your lips, but you haven’t been in contact with his lips for months so the cold metal makes you shiver in his hold. You can feel his satisfied smirk and that’s why you pushed at his chest before he can even add his tongue to the equation.

“More.. want more..” he whines, lips chasing yours.

“Jeongguk, no,” you tell him firmly, hands on his cheeks to stop his head from going forward. “You’re gonna be late. We have to go, come on.”

Jeongguk groans, but one glance at the wall clock behind you tells him that you’re right. “God, what would I do without you? Be late all the time?”

You laugh as you close the door behind you before following your boyfriend to his car. The car which passenger seat you used to hate, because it meant that you had lost to Jeon Jeongguk and had to go with him anywhere he pleased, forcing you to spend your day with him and his teasing self. You don’t hate the seat as much anymore now, only slightly disliking it because of the jammed recliner which Jeongguk broke when you two were.. experimenting. That’s a story for another time.

Today, on the first day you see each other after months of being apart because of your differing universities, Jeongguk told you he’s going to take you to a recording studio. He had delivered the news along with a thousand apologies because the first day you spend together after a while would not be of you two alone, instead with his friends whose project Jeongguk is helping with.

“It’s a podcast, their project,” he explains while driving. “About student athletes — official or otherwise. Since I take boxing classes without actually setting it as my career goal, I qualify under the ‘otherwise’ category. They say I have the qualities of a student athlete without actually being one.” Jeongguk chuckles as he makes a turn at an intersection.

“We’ve actually done all of the podcast recordings back in campus, today is just to record the opening for the podcast. Shouldn’t take too long, we can still do something together after.”

“Jeongguk, it’s fine,” you reassure the boy beside you, starting to feel bad yourself because he couldn’t stop feeling bad. “We’ll have plenty of time for ourselves after today. Besides, I like watching you focus on doing something. It’s fascinating.”

“You just like watching me focus while boxing, so you can admire my muscles and tattoos in silence.”

Well, he’s not wrong, but he doesn’t need an ego boost so you just stuck your tongue out at him without confirming what he said. Although, without your verbal confirmation, it’s obvious that right now you’re even admiring his muscles and tattoos while he’s driving. When you first started dating, you never really paid attention to his arm aside from when he was boxing, but as time went you learned that Jeon Jeongguk driving his car can drive you crazy too.

And as it turns out, Jeon Jeongguk in the recording booth is no less hotter than when he is boxing or driving.

You’re sitting on the side, away from his friends who are all busy with their own parts in the project. You all made your introductions when you and Jeongguk first came through the door, but as soon as the group is complete they all went straight to work. You’re grateful that your interaction with Jeongguk’s friends is minimum, because that way, you can admire your boyfriend in silence — exactly like what he said in the car.

The black t-shirt he is wearing is no different than the ones he wears every day, but this particular one somehow makes his chest more prominent than usual. Or is he just adding more weight to his work out routine? You almost spiral thinking about it, because even his current form is enough to make you go crazy on the daily, you can’t imagine if he gets even bigger than this.

Aside from his t-shirt, one thing that makes him look different today is the black beanie that’s sitting atop his head, currently squashed by the huge headphone he has on. It’s an old phase he’s trying to bring back, he said, because he just realized how good he looks with beanies. You remember fifteen year-old Jeongguk in his oversized t-shirts and beanies that came in every color of the rainbow strolling through the school hallways like he was the coolest person in class.

But the highlight of Jeon Jeongguk today isn’t colored black, instead it’s filled with colors — vibrant, bold, and beautiful. He didn’t give you a chance to admire his tattoos earlier, so you take your sweet time doing so now, even though it’s kind of hard because he’s not as close so you can’t see the details very well. Despite that, you can still see some that you didn’t notice, like the yellow lightning bolts, blue clouds, and even the masks and Winners Never Quit tattoos he has on his upper arm. The last time you saw him, they were all still colorless, and he always wore long sleeves whenever you both had video calls, so it’s really a surprise to see him in the flesh and find his arm filled with colors.

Aside from the colors, you also noticed that he has some of his tattoos covered with another tattoo, like the teal/turquoise one covering the red eye he used to have near his elbow. A sun covering the tiger. A snake covering the three stripes he has on his wrist. You’d have to ask him later if the cover-ups have any meaning or if he just got bored of the old ones.

You’re pulled out of your boyfriend-ogling activities when Jeongguk’s voice filters through the speakers, somehow sounding melodic even though he’s just speaking and not singing the words. Like he said, it’s an opening number for the podcast, and it looks like they’re testing out the different scripts they have prepared to see which one is the best to use for their project. (If they ask you, they should just use Jeongguk’s voice alone. It’s enough.)

While his friends are busy scrutinizing the recording, Jeongguk’s gaze flitters to you, and he makes funny faces at you while making a peace sign with his fingers — consciously or not, you don’t know. He grins, goes cross-eyed, makes kissy faces, everything to crack a smile out of you. It’s when you do smile that he does the same, mouthing I love you which makes your smile widen into a grin. Too bad for him, though, his friends noticed that action and now can’t stop making a ruckus, shouting about how whipped he is.

Stereotypically, with all the tattoos and piercings, you’d think he’d be embarrassed. But instead, he says loudly into the microphone: “Yeah, I’m whipped for my girlfriend and you’re all just jealous because you’re all single!!” before laughing until his nose is scrunched and his eyes form crinkles on the edges.

You think you might love this boy just a bit more than he loves you. Just a bit, though.

“Okay, so, where’s your eyebrow piercing?”

“Oh, I took it out because the skin is starting to close around the piercing. No worries.”

“Oh, thank God, I thought you traded it for another piercing.”

“Ooh.. I should do that. How do you feel about that tongue piercing, hm?”

“…”

— a/n: thank you for reading! :) tell me your thoughts here

Hi. Do you have a separate post for like a masterlist of the ‘boxer!gguk series’ ? Thank you.

hi! unfortunately i haven’t gotten around to making one 😵‍💫 will make a masterlist when i have time hehe

of basketball, bruises, and a black-haired boy — pt. i | jjk

— pairing: basketball player!jk x named oc

— genre: fluff, angst (a bit) | high school au, childhood friends au, neighbors au, friends enemies to lovers

— word count: 19 text panels + 0.3k

— warnings: annoying jeongguk, high school (ew), named oc, hostile oc (bc jeongguk is annoying, heh)

— summary: being neighbors with the star player of the school's basketball team has never seemed like a big deal. until he plays at three in the morning—and misses a shot.

— author's note: hi! i'm back with another childhood friend!jk which is different from boxer!gguk (i'm uncreative.. i know) and this series is part-social media and part-narrated, this first part is told entirely in text messages. the second and third part will be fully narrated, i hope it's not confusing 😵‍💫 with that said i hope you enjoy!!

masterlist | basketball player!gguk masterlist

🏀 when he stops after being asked to

🏀 when she embarrasses herself after asking (threatening) him

🏀 when she yells at him and he calls her cute

🏀 when he misses a shot

🏀 when he cares, but she refuses

🏀 when he goes into her room

🏀 when he says sorry

🏀 when they were eleven

🏀 when he's loud but she's quiet

🏀 when she doesn't seem fine, and he's coming over

— a/n: thank you for reading! :) part two of this title would be when jeongguk comes over to junghwa's house heheh pls let me know what you think and should i continue or not here ^_^

basketball player!gguk masterlist

— pairing: basketball player!jk x named oc

— genre: fluff, angst | high school au, childhood friends au, neighbors au, enemies to lovers

— summary: stories about park junghwa and her basketball player neighbor jeon jeongguk who just couldn't stop bothering her.

— status: completed

→ of basketball, bruises, and a black-haired boy | 3.8k

being neighbors with the star player of the school's basketball team has never seemed like a big deal. until he plays at three in the morning—and misses a shot.

part i | part ii

→ a kaleidoscope of us | 5.3k

being neighbors with the star player of the school's basketball team since childhood comes with a lot of memories—of rain, ice cream, and of course: love.

picture drabble masterlist

a collection of drabbles written based on a picture, sorted by date written (date stamps underneath each post). written in one sitting, unedited. mostly jeon jeongguk.

→ jjk | kimchi-seasoning-stained gloves

→ kth | a side glance

→ jjk | chubby-cheeked jk

→ kth | th posing in front of tower bridge

→ jjk | jk smiling with light orbs behind him

→ kth & myg | blue-haired th and purple-haired yg

→ jjk | a vlive screenshot of jk waving to the camera

→ jjk | jk lying on the wooden floor

→ jjk | euphoria!jk smiling behind the steering wheel of a car

→ jjk | long-haired jk fixing his hair while looking at the camera

→ jjk | jk standing in front of a vending machine

→ jjk | a black and white pic of smiling jk

→ jjk | just jk sitting down with his hair styled

→ knj | namjoon rpwp neighbor-like photo concept

→ knj | cheek-on-fist namjoon