Literally The Whole World Is So Fond Of Jungkook.. Bts, Bts Staff, The Pds They Work With, The Random

literally the whole world is so fond of jungkook.. bts, bts staff, the pd’s they work with, the random staff members from broadcast companies, all these random idols/celebs that pat his head and call him jungkookie, the random mothers and grandmothers he meets on shows that coo at him, the random staff members from places bts goes to eat at.. like remember that staff account of BTS at a bakery, and Jungkook wanted cheesecake but the bakery didn’t have any left so he started pouting and they rushed to buy cheesecake for him from a different bakery…. this boy radiates so much love no wonder everyone adores his very presence and would do anything for him..

You know, if you’re thinking about sending someone a nice message and you’re unsure because you’re shy or whatever, just do it anyway. This world lacks so much kindness, and I see people all the time talking about why receiving a sweet message was the highlight of their day. If you have the ability to literally make someone’s day by taking a moment to say a few nice words like, just do it.

jimin accidentally showing us his middle finger when he wanted to show the drawing on his finger 😂 (trans. cr. btsinthemoment)

hi ms yamyam!! can i request jk backhugging 🥺 just soft n domestic moments <3

“Hi,” he mumbles, sliding his arms along your hips. You hadn’t heard him coming, assumed he’d forgone his slippers for this exact reason. The house is quiet, the silence interrupted by the occasional creaking of the pipes, the barking of a dog in the distance. Jungkook’s body is warm against yours, his breath coming out in evenly spaced puffs against your skin. His hands are as sneaky as he is, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

They don’t do much else, just assume their place there before he slowly begins rubbing circles against your skin. His thumbs are a little calloused; he’s been learning guitar lately, cooped up in his room for hours on end. The proof is in the roughness of his finger pads. “Hi,” you return, reaching to turn the stove off. “What’re you up to?”

Jungkook hums, nuzzling closer, breathing in deeply. He just wants to be close to you, wants to memorize the shape of your body against his; if he slows his breathing, he can almost feel your heartbeat through your back, lines up perfectly with his and everything. “Nothing,” he replies eventually, sifting through all the layers in his mind to produce that one word. You smell like his shampoo, his laundry detergent. You smell like him. “You?”

You shrug, leaning back into his embrace with a soft sigh. The sunshine filtering through the window is beginning to die out, painting a small sliver of the kitchen tile in its golden hue. Soon, it’ll be night and you’ll have to go to work tomorrow. For now, Jungkook burns the image of you in an apron into his eyelids, pulling you closer until you’re squealing in protest.

“Can’t breathe, can’t breathe,” you laugh, slapping a hand against his forearm playfully. Jungkook doesn’t let up, just pulls you even closer, tighter. “Kook.”

He groans, squeezing you in his embrace. “Just a little longer.”

he doesn’t need permission to dance ♡

happy birthday, jeon jungkook! 

our baby bun, i’m so proud to see how well you’ve grown up. words alone are not enough to describe what you mean to me. the gift of your voice has colored my life with love and warmth; thank you for sharing your art with us, for making music that reaches our hearts. while in your craft you are insatiable, diligent, and passionate… you also exist in the laughter of those around you and your childlike wonder of the little things. i wish you all the happiness in the world and then some. we all love you very much! ♡