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he's so cool [cr. ◆ ◇ ◆ ]

+ bonus ◇

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smack 🫳

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I just spent my lunch break trying to remember my password for this account. Hello.

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When u log into Tumblr after a while and u see a ton of notifications......but they're all follows from bots 😑😭

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I know sometimes it makes folks nervous, so…

I promise we love and appreciate you and your enthusiasm and it’s not weird or creepy at all 😭😭😭💕💕💕

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His smile.

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cute 🧸

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she let me hit because i have the exact same correct interpretation of her favorite characters as her

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jin playing ‘la madriguera’ in a nutshell

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‘RUN BTS TV’ on-air: Comment Section, pt.1

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jungkook will not leave ‘that that’ dance alone ever the dance is a part of him now lmao

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Seokjin the traveling salesman, who sells jars of synthetic stars, meets Jungkook the boy, who carries real ones in his eyes.

A tiny post-apocalyptic AU.

Seokjin’s never seen real stars, you see…only heard about them in stories. As a child, he’d spend hours digging through old books, ones left in piles within dusty abandoned libraries. On a good day, he’d find one—a picture of a night sky, and his reaction was always the same. Awe. Wonder. Longing. And for a moment, a bit of healing knowing there was something bigger than himself out there.

So it became his life’s work: mixing chemicals and metals to mimic the night sky. And when he perfected it, Seokjin bottled it in jars and set out in his caravan, visiting cities and selling his magic in a bottle.

It was rewarding for Seokjin, to see the delight of his customers as they walked away with twinkling lights in-hand. Some smiling for the first time in months, maybe years. Seokjin, though, had grown immune to the “wonder” of his faux galaxies. The awe and longing far behind him. But it was a rewarding way to make a living—selling stars, and a steady one to boot. That is, until he reached Han City. “We won’t need your wares here,” an old man hollered at him as he parked somewhere safe. “I’m sorry, what?” “Stars. We don’t need ‘em here.”

Seokjin was accustomed to the occasional heckler, so he waves his hand, dismissing as he yells, “You don’t have to buy them, sir. No one is forcing you…” “No, son. You don’t understand. We don’t need stars. We already have ‘em.”

The old man approaches and points toward a worn billboard in the distance, barely visible through the fog.

View the Stars. 100 won for 5 minutes. Back of the Old Theater

Seokjin is skeptical, prepared for disappointment as he pulls his caravan toward the theater, a dark building marred by crumbling paint. It’s late, but a faint light is seen through the windows. Seokjin makes his way inside the quiet theater and follows the hand-painted signs to a dark room with a small box on the door. Seokjin drops in 100 won, and the door creaks, popping open. He wonders if this is a trap. The room is tiny, confessional-like. Just a single chair with a dim light, facing a red velvet curtain, drawn closed. Seokjin holds his breath and sits down, whipping his head backward as he hears the door click shut behind him. Seokjin gasps as he hears the soft shuffling of the curtain beginning to draw back. What will it be? A painting? Some optical illusion? A forgery? A trap? A boy. It’s a boy. Sitting on a chair like his own, the boy pulls his hood back and smiles, dimples peeking before letting his face relax. And Seokjin sees stars. Real stars. Galaxies and light. Endless oceans that feel like terror, and tiny spaces that feel like home. Awe. Wonder. Longing. “You’ve seen me before, haven’t you,” the boy says. He has. Of course he has. In every story from his grandmother. In every dusty book he’s cherished...Seokjin saw this boy’s eyes. “I have,” Seokjin says, mouth dry. “It’s good to see you again,” the stars reply. ☆ ☆ ☆

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creating is so fun and rewarding and i hate doing it

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don’t worry, you’re cute

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The reason none of my wips get finished