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@seokzitas.bsky.social

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only army ot7 ♡ she/her ♡ 90 liner ♡ fic writer ♡ 🐿️ & 🐥 harem ♡ 🔞 no minors ♡ solos DNF/DNI ♡ ships aren't real 📌AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/seokzitas/works

a screenshot that reads "send me a word, if it's in my wip document i'll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

a screenshot of a shark swimming close to the camera from the documentary "ocean whispers"

jimin posing with a peace sign on his eye, long blond hair and wearing arirang's tour hoodie. there's a speech bubble added at the bottom of the picture

“What,” the younger drawls, sleepiness seeping from around his lips.
“You left me more than ten hours ago and still I wake up with no idea of where you are or who you’re with,” Jimin cuts to the chase, his voice firm. “Do you think I’m kidding when I say I’m calling the police on you?”
“Why are you shouting at me,” Jungkook asks, the sound of ruffling blankets filling the phone. “Have some mercy.”
“I’m not shouting, you’re just hungover.” Jimin rolls his eyes. He’s in a mood, with a terrifying hangover and has just puked his soul out. He doesn’t have time for Jungkook to be a brat. “What have we talked about, Jungkook? You were always going to send me details about the stranger–”
“I know, hyung, I know! I’m sorry, okay?” Jungkook whisper-shouts against the phone, followed by the noise of a door closing. “I’m still in his house, and I was asleep until you called. Sorry I was too busy taking dick to text you.”
What a brat. “You better be,” Jimin grumbles. “Where are you? Do you need me to pick you up?”
“No.” Jungkook sighs. “I’m taking an uber. Is it okay if I drop by? I kind of need to talk about the mind-blowing sex I just had, and–”
“And traumatize me forever?” Jimin cuts in, scoffing. “Sure. See you in half an hour?”
“See ya.”

a screenshot of last fm's twitter where they post top tracks and artists without bts saying "if you know you know"