#bad boy jungkook

[kookwashere]

No Hard Feelings

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You, the girl everyone wants to be, the girl that every guy wants, the good girl, falls in love with cold, handsome, bad boy Jungkook, you know it's wrong, and one day, you make a bet to Jungkook that you can make him fall in love with you in 4 days.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (tiny weeny bit) smut, language, mentions of violence and death (death not with OC's) Jungkook smokes, Jungkook can kinda be a dickhead at some times (now onto the dirty part 😋) jungkook is rough, oral (f receiving) doggy, some pus-pus slaps and some booty slaps, unprotected sex (stay safe yall) OC'S are both seniors in high school but both 18, enjoy 💕

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You were getting ready in the mirror to go to a normal friday night high school party, you were putting the finishing touches of your makeup on, wearing a black dress with your hair down.

"____, you ready?" Karly asked while grabbing her purse. "Just finishing my lips, almost done." You said not looking away from the mirror. "Okay, well hurry up, don't wanna be late!" She said while walking out the door.

You finished and grabbed your purse, getting into the car, driving to drunk teenagers, the smell of sex and drugs, and stupid activities. You and Karly finally arrived, music was blasting through-out the house, the smell of beer hitting your nostrils almost instantly, but what caught your attention the most, was him.

Him...Jeon Jungkook, the bad boy, who skips classes, smokes inside the bathrooms, and fucks around with girls to end up breaking their hearts. You gulped when you saw him in his leather jacket with black skinny jeans and black boots, his right arm tatted all the way up, from his shoulder to his long fingers you wanted in you so badly.

"Girl, you okay?" Karly asked while putting her end on your shoulder. "Yeah, im fine." You said looking away while smiling at her "Come on, let's get a drink." She said while grabbing your hand, leading you through the crowd.

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Fuck, by this point you lost your mind, the room was spinning, what's your name again? Whatever.

The taste of alcohol still running in your mouth, your feet and legs felt wobbly, like you were going to fall any moment, Karly probably left real quick to see her boyfriend, so here you are, in the crowd alone.

You walked trying to find any place to sit down, your hand on your head, bouncing from wall to wall, until what you bounced on suddenly didn't feel like a wall, it felt firm, warm, and it smelled like fresh cologne, the best kind.

"Well, if it isn't little miss perfect, well, not so perfect right now..." You froze hearing that voice, fuck. It couldn't be...right? You looked up and saw him, oh no.

"Woah, you look fucked, how much did you drink tonight?" He asked holding onto your arms to keep you in place from falling. You put your fingers up counting, and you put 10 fingers up atleast twice. "M-maybe like *hic* 3 or something." You said while licking your lips. "You definitely had way more than 3, where's your friend?" He asked looking around. "I-I have no i-idea *hic*" You felt weightless and leaned into his chest, seeking the closest thing to comfort.

"We need to get you home before you strip on the table, let's go." He said looking at you, observing your drunk state. As soon as you tried to walk, bam. You fell. He sighed and picked you up bridal style, taking you into his car. "____, I need your help. You have to try and tell me where you live so I can take you home." He said after buckling you in the passenger seat. "Uhhhhh, some apartment right by the small convenience store." You said eyes closed. He sighed taking his head in his hands. "This might take awhile." He said while starting the engine.

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"Ok, up the stairs we go, one foot at a time." He said while trying to help you up, finally reaching the door. "____, give me your keys." He had his hand out, waiting. You rummaged through your purse trying to find that thing. "H-here" You put the key in his hand so he could unlock the door. "Lets get you to bed." He said still holding you. He plopped you down on your soft bed, laying you down on your back.

"I guess I need to wipe your makeup off..." He mumbled under his breath, he found a makeup wipe in your bathroom, ever so gently wiping your makeup off, and softly taking your heels off.

He stared at you for a few seconds, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Goodnight, pretty." He whispered before turning the lights off and locking your front door.

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You don't even remember what happened. You woke up with the biggest fucking headache and groaned, trying to sit up.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your makeup has been taken off, and your heels placed beside your bed. Did Karly take you home last night?

Your phone was vibrating by your bed, messages spamming in from Karly.

KarlyFry: omg im so sorry, are you ok?? did u make it home safely???

Me: hey, im home, just woke up, do u remember what happened last night? you gave me to many drinks lol

KarlyFry: not really, i just remember a few things, making out with andrew lol, i remember seeing jungkook carry you out the door too which was crazy, i couldn't do anything about it tho, im sorry girl

Me: ?? jungkook? huh? what? jungkook was the one that took me home?

KarlyFry: ya i guess so, what a gentleman huh ;)

You blushed and smiled at your phone, biting your lip.

Me: Karly i gotta go, make sure to take ur hangover meds, love you

You put your phone down and kicked around on your bed, all giddy and happy. You just had to wait until monday to see him again.

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Monday came around, it was bright and early in the morning and Karly was picking you up for school, you still can't drive, both you and your other friend Namjoon suck at driving, but you aren't called the "God of destruction" Like he is.

"It's cold, huh?" Karly said while turning the heating on in her car. "It's fucking freezing." You said bundled in your jacket. "Lets go, I want to get to class early." You told her while buckling your belt.

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"Fuck, it's so cold in this room..." You tried to huddle up in your chair, your fingers feeling like they would get frostbite. All of a sudden, Jungkook came in and sat down on his assigned seat next to you.

You stared at him, thinking about what he did last night. "Jungkook." You said, trying to catch his attention. He just ignored you and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

"Jungkook, I am talking to you!" You said a bit more louder. "Fuck, what?" He said sighing. "I was just wondering if it was you that brought me home last night..." You said the last part a bit more quiet. "Mmm, nope." he said while popping the P. "Oh come on Jungkook, I know it was you." You said raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.

"Oh really? How do you know?" He said challenged. "I smelt like your cologne, you know, your cologne has a very specific smell, like, I don't know how to describe it." You said shrugging. "Okay...it's kind of weird how you know that." He said awkwardly. "I literally sit next to you everyday Jungkook." You said obviously.

"And that's not even the point, the point is I know that it was you." You exclaimed. He turned to face you fully. "Okay, so what if it was me? You were fucked up and could barely walk, I couldn't just leave you there." He scoffed. "Hmm, maybe you have a little crush on me huh?" You smirked a bit.

"A crush? Really ____? Crushes are for like- middle school girls and boys, I don't do that shit no more, and no I don't." He said. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you do, apparently a lot of boys here want me." You were teasing him a bit, seeing if it did something. "Well, not me." He turned away from you again. "You know, I bet I could make you love me in 4 days." You said in another teasing tone, but you were dead serious.

He looked at you challenged once again. "You have me...what's the catch?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. "There is no catch, it's just exactly what I said." You smiled.

"Do I get something if I fall in love with you or something? Love is for losers." He said. "Uhh, you get an amazing experience with me, and also love is a unique feeling and it isn't for losers, you just think that because you've never experienced it." You exclaimed.

"Okay, fine. 4 days. If you don't do it, i'll tell everyone about your little secret." He whispered the last part in your ear. "Bye, pretty." He said and got up to smoke outside.

What did I just do?

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Day 1

"Jungkook, look- I made lunch for you today." You said cheerfully.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He said staring at it. "It's kimchi fried rice you idiot, try it." You said pushing the food towards him. He got some, cautiously putting it in his mouth.

"So, how is it?" You asked. "Wow...this is...surprisingly good." He said and took more bites. "Yeah, I know." You said flipping your hair behind your shoulder.

"You are a great cook, ____." He said smiling a bit. "Oh- is that a smile I see, Jungkook?" You teased. "No, my teeth hurt, that's it." He said sarcastically. "Whatever." You mumbled.

"Hey, ____? Thank you for the food."

••••••••••••••••••• Day 2

"How the fuck do you cook this without it burning?" He said frustrated. "Jungkook, calm down, here." You came behind him and guided his hands, teaching him how to cook. "Like this, see? Very gently, and while stiring pour in the sugar, very simple." You said softly, knowing he was actually frustrated.

His breathing was going quicker, and you noticed.

"Okay, thank you." He mumbled. "I'm going to take a smoke, wanna come?" He turned to face you. "Sure, just let me wash my hands." You said while turning the faucet on, he nodded and went outside, a couple minutes later you met him out.

You saw him leaning against the wall, inhaling the smoke while closing his eyes, blowing it out. "You know, I see why every guy wants you." He says while puffing out more smoke. "What do you mean?" You say watching him. "Your just like, girlfriend material, but what do I know about that right? Apparently all i've done is fucked around." He sadly chuckles. "You have done some shitty things, Jungkook- But you can still change." You said softly.

"Yeah, thanks ____." He smiled.

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Day 3

"____." His soft but manly voice reached your eyes, catching your attention. "Hm?" You said still focusing on your homework. "Will you help me with this math? This shit is so stupid." He groaned. "You get mad to easily." You giggled and sat beside him. "So you move this number over the 1, then divide that by the number under it." You explained, but he wasn't listening, what caught his attention was the little details on your face, taking it in, memorizing everything.

"Jungkook? Did you hear me?" You asked snapping your fingers. "Huh? What?" He snapped out of it. "I said what does it equal too." You asked pointing at the paper. "O-oh, uhm- 2" He said still trying to get out of the trance. "That's right, good job Jungkook." You smiled at him again. "Math is very hard for me too bec-" You started talking. "You're beautiful." He cut you off.

"I'm what?" You asked shocked. "I said you're beautiful." He said smiling softly. "O-oh, thank you." You shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Of course, Jungkook." You whispered back, smiling.

"No hard feelings right?" He asked looking in your eyes.

"No, no hard feelings." You smiled.

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Day 4

"Jungkook, why are you shaking so much?" You put your hand on his to calm him down. "I've just never actually been on a real date before, like a real one." He said kind of embarrassed. You giggled quietly, thinking it was cute.

"What's so funny?" He furrowed his brows. "Nothing, nothing, it's just kind of cute." You bit your bottom lip to contain your smile. He rolled his eyes, looking away, trying not to show he was smiling.

"Come on, let's go." He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic blanket, some other couples were there but it only felt like you and Jungkook.

"Jungkook, did you do this all yourself?" You asked while looking around, seeing the food and candles. He nodded smiling. "How romantic." You teased.

You both were eating, sharing stories, talking about each other, he smoked a bit and you looked up at the stars, until he turned his attention to you, and layed on his back, right next to you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? So many stars, so many specks in the sky, it's a beautiful galaxy we live in." You whispered. "Yeah...it is beautiful." He whispered looking up at the sky, until he looked at you, and you looked at him.

"I think...I think you won your part of the bet." He said looking in your eyes. "I think im in love with you, you are an amazing, beautiful person, there's no wonder why every guy wants you, I did want you, I wanted you so bad." He said "I want to be there no matter that happens, no matter what comes our way, as long as it's with you, you feel like my home, my life, my heart." He was serious, oh my- "Jungkook..." You said smiling, turning on your side to put your hand on his cheek.

"I love you too, silly. I was getting worried I wasn't doing enough to make you love me." You said laughing. "____, will you be my girl?" He asked holding your face. "Yes, I will Jungkook." You said, face flushed.

••••••••••••••••• "Well, thank you for the date." You whispered, body close to his. He didn't say anything, just looking at your face. "Please let me kiss you." He whispered. You nodded, automatically saying yes. He put both hands on your waist, and leaned in, with your hands around his neck.

Your lips met his, they were so soft, so pink, so kissable. The kiss got more intense when he tilted his head to the side to get better access.

He pulled out, being short of breath. "Do you maybe want to come in?" You asked him softly. "I thought you would never ask." He came in for another kiss, pushing you inside your apartment and slamming the door with his foot.

He kissed you all the way to your room, sitting on your bed and pulling you on his lap. Makeout still happening, tongues touching, spit connecting your lips. "I love your lips, I could kiss them all day." He groaned out.

You smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, touching his abs while kissing him. He slid your shirt off too, seeing your pink lacy bra. "You are so beautiful." He whispered and stared at your body. "Will you let me eat you out, lick your pussy so that you come all over my face and tongue?" He asked while slapping your ass.

"Fuck, yes, yes Jungkook." You said while sliding off your pants and panties. He slowly leaned forward, his hair tickling between your thighs, he gave your clit a gentle kiss, and give it kitten licks, he slowly dragged his tongue up and down your slit, progressively going faster. He closed his eyes as he got comfortable between your legs.

"Mhmm, yes Kookie..." You moaned out. "Kookie? Thats new." He smiled sexily. "Shut up and get back to work." You groaned, and he slapped your pussy, once, twice, thrice. "I'm the boss here, not you." He said growling. "Spread those pretty legs so I can finish eating your pretty cunt."

You listened, and moaned when he ate you out roughly, until you came all over his face and mouth.

"That was perfect." You smiled up at him. "Yeah? Will you let me fuck your tight cunt now?" He said licking his lips. "Yes, Kookie, please." You said gripping the sheets. "Fuck, face on pillow and on your knees. Now." He demanded once again.

You listened immediately, your cunt dripping, waiting for him to fill you up. He spread your ass so he can get a better look at you. "Such a pretty, pretty baby." He muttered. "I'm gonna slide in now, okay baby?" He asked, holding his cock, sliding the tip up and down your cunt, waiting for your response.

You nodded and gripped the sheets when he slid in, you both moaned loud, overwhelmed by the feeling. "Mmm, feels so good." He groaned. He moved his hips back and fourth, ripples on your ass every time his hips made contact with it, balls hitting your cunt.

"J-Jungkook-" You moaned. "I know, I know baby." He said growling out. He slapped your ass again "Such a beautiful girl, my pretty girl likes this huh?" He asked and gave you another slap. "Yes Jungkook, I love it so much!" Your voice muffled by the pillow.

"You close baby, I need to come soon." He said and started thrusting harder. "I-I need to come now-" You moaned out "Hold on baby, hold on." He said grabbing your hips harder, "Come on baby, throw it back on me, FUCK." He growled. Your legs shook as your orgasm him, you lost your vision and your body went numb to pleasure, you forgot who you were.

Jungkook looked so erotic when he came, his back arched, his head thrown back, jaw slacked and eyes closed with furrowed eyebrows, he moaned loudly when he came inside you.

He gently pulled out, breathing heavily, damp hair stuck to his forehead. "I really meant it when I said I love you, you are my whole world now, I won't let anything happen to you." He said still out of breath. You nodded, unable to speak but still smiled, seaking comfort by snuggling on his chest, under the light duvet.

"No hard feelings?" He still managed to ask

"No Jungkook, no hard feelings." You whispered, closing your eyes, drifting off in a wonderful dream, called him.

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[chocominnie]

Redemption  04 — JJK. (M)

→: This is book two to my story Desperado. Read that one before continuing on to read this one.

→ pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

→ genre: Angst, smut , a bit of fluff

→ Word count: 4k

→ summary:  It’s been 4 years since everything that happened. If he could re-do everything he would, but cannot. With Won-Shik dead, and everyone’s back’s turned against him.. what can he do? You took a toll on him to the point where it’s hard to function without you and everyone’s concerned. Another gang has entered their teritory and is giving them a run for their money. The heir to the mafia thrown is now in charge with everyone waiting for his first big move. Yet, how can someone so broken inside take care of business though?

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak. Drug dependency, drug mentions, high angst, mental illness, depression, anxiety, assault, gore, guns, usage of weapons, daddy kink, bigdick!jk, hair pulling, soft sex, rough sex, squirting, mouth fucking, overstimulation, consensual drunk/tipsy sex, protected & unprotected sex. I may be forgetting some so sorry in advance!

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

As if the raging headache you woke up with wasn't enough, the lucid dreaming you had last night, due to the consumptions of so much alcohol, was just enough to send you over the edge once you’ve awaken. The sun blares through your window onto your face making your eyes strain and a single hand coming over to cover it. Slipping out a small groan of annoyance, you gradually pick yourself up to sit up correctly onto the bed. 

Last night was a lot for you to remember, but you sure as hell remember some of it. What you don’t remember is you asking Sungmin to stay the night with you. So to your surprise when you open your bedroom door, a shirtless Sungmin is up and moving around your kitchen. There he is with a single chest tattoo and muscles you never thought he would have. His biceps strong, and his abs are evident along with his v-line protruding out. You hadn't noticed his freshly tattoo’d left arm last night but in your defense he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt. You watch him whisk whatever is in that bowl with determination and the faint sound of a youtube video can be heard playing in the background.

The way his arms flex when he whisks, and his hair tied up messily into a small but decent sized bun with some stray strands of hair here and there, he looks way too good. That jawline of his flexes consistently, especially when he softly bites his lip and furrows his eyebrows. When he doesn’t understand something said from the youtube video, he reaches to play it back again. It’s as if he’s doing it on purpose because maybe, he knows you’re peeking from behind your door.

Nonsense. If he saw you he would have greeted you... right? You’re too caught up in your thoughts and dazed off to realize he has looked in your direction with amusement to see you peeking around like a lost puppy. It’s adorable. He doesn’t say anything though, Sungmin smirks to himself and continues to pour some sort of batter into a pan. 

He looks way too sexy doing that too.

Ultimately you decide to close the door because for whatever reason, blaming the liquor from last night, that familiar throbbing down in your region begins. You mentally curse yourself for getting all worked up over absolutely nothing but a man cooking. That man being Sungmin.. who’s cooking. Sungmin, the one you never wanted to persue things with because back then you felt guilty for liking two boys at once and he deserved someone better than you.

But that was back then.. and this is now.

Now, he’s in your home cooking you breakfast shirtless and he knows exactly what he’s doing because he did in fact see you. He saw you from the very beginning. Hell, he saw you last night when you were very much so drunk and started stripping and giggling in-front of him. Of course he didn't let you get far because when you started pulling off your pajama shirt is when he pulled it back down and dragged you to your room. You laid there sprawled on your bed giggling yourself to sleep. Needless to say, Sungmin did sleep on the couch to prevent another encounter from happening between you two. 

You can’t blame yourself though, Sungmin has turned into a fine man. As a woman yourself, it can’t be helped to have these lewd thoughts after witnessing a god himself in your kitchen preparing for you.. right? You hadn’t noticed you did not close the door fully, so when you bring your hand down to the hem of. your pajama pants and underwear, that breathy shadow peeps down at you. 

You hadn’t heard him come inside because you're too busy trying to inspect the wet mess you’d made inside your panties. That is, until that familiar voice speaks up once more, making you jolt.

“ Breakfast is ready.” He cheekily says, chuckling when he turns around to make his way out of the room.  The cold wall meets your head and you bang it several times softly out of embarrassment. Him catching you in the act was the least thing you need right now.

Tip-toeing out of your bedroom, you peak around the corner to your dining room table to see everything laid out perfectly. Cloud pancakes, fruit assortment, orange juice. He'd made your plate for you, the fruit sits onto of your pancake with a smiley face and whipped cream smile. It makes you giggle at the thought of Sungmin, a grown man, still having his childish ways.

“ Care to join me before it gets cold?”

Biting your lip, you can’t help but to still be flustered from getting caught. “ I can eat at the island counter..” You say, to avoid any further awkwardness between the two of you. 

Sungmin smiles, “ I missed that. You’re still adorable when shy. Listen I’ll forget about what I saw if I can have the honors of catching up with you, properly.”

Sounds like a deal to you. 

“ So you went back to...” Sungmin pauses before sticking some fruit in his mouth, waiting for you to finish. “ Canada. Then to NYU where I’m currently studying and doing the exchange program here.” 

He nods in amusement, eyes still watching you like a hawk to make sure you eat. “ Well, we completed highschool. I had transferred schools in high school to finish up while the rest of them stayed. College came along and nobody was close anymore, to be honest. Crystal does this candle light thing for you each year and that's when everyone comes together as a whole, except for Jungkook.”

You nearly choke on your pancake amongst swallowing it. Jungkook not coming to your candle-light? That one hurt. “ W-why doesn’t he come?”

Sungmin shakes his head lightly, grabbing the orange juice pitcher and pouring the sweet, citrus fruit juice into your glass cup. “ We beg him and he doesn’t want to each year. He’s... really fucked up about you. Heavier on the drugs and just stays in his office all day.”

“ And the kid?” You have to keep mentally remind yourself that she’s actually Jungkook’s sister and not daughter. You’d never imagine Jungkook being an older brother, hell even just a brother to begin with. 

“ Jeon Naeun , or Nari is what we call her. She’s 4 years old and gives him a run for our money, especially his. “ Sungmin chuckles, finishing up the last of his pancake. You take a sip of the juice and can’t help but to smile at that comment.

“ The two are inseparable. She’s the mini version of him but instead of being cold hearted she has now mastered the toddler manipulation by using her cuteness.”

Imagining Jungkook being a care-giver for his little sister only leads you to think of what kind of father he would be. Again, you’d never expect for him to even want a child but the thought of a big boss mafia man having a weakness for children is amusing to you. 

Yet Sungmin sits right infront of you and he can’t get enough of you. The way you smile, the way you talk, the sound of your voice, it’s all so nostalgic for him. Meeting you in high school was the highlight of his life back then. Now to have you, not dead, and cooking breakfast for you in your own apartment has him thinking things. Things about how he doesn’t want to lose you ever again, but he also understands this can be a lot for you and not to rush things and push your boundaries.

Sungmin breaks the small silence, “ Can I.. Can I take you out today? You left for a while and I think that you should at least get familiar with Seoul again. Theres this new art museu-”

An abrupt sound of hard knocking at the door cuts him off. It makes the two of you jump but you weren’t expecting any guests today at all. The only person who knows your apartment is Sejun and Zico.. and you hope and pray its not either of them and just a random package delivery. By the look on your face, Sungmin gets the memo that you didn’t know who was at the door. Getting up from his chair, he furrows his eyebrows walking over as the knocking gets persistent. 

Your heart feels like it can pound right out of your chest right now. Quickly, you grab the empty plates and used dishes and dash over into the kitchen where you can’t be seen. What if it’s Jungkook? What if he’s actually found you? Your hands tremble while scrubbing the dishes in the sink, the thoughts of the worst case scenario swarms through your head to the point where you tune out everyone. 

You don’t even hear the arguing at the door and the multiple footsteps shuffling inside until someone comes within your view, waving their hand in your face to snap you out of your numbing trance. The calling of your name seems to slowly bring you back to reality. 

“ Yn! Yn!”

Once your vision clears back up to the person calling your name, your eyes go wide in fear like a dear in headlights. It can’t be. How.. did he know to come here? The apartment is listed under Sejun’s name due to this exact reason of hiding your identity. There’s no way he could of asked around for you in the lobby because you speak to nobody there and they certainly don’t know your name. So how?

 The cup in your hand shatters onto the floor creating a glass breaking sound capturing everyone’s attention. Taking a look around your apartment, there’s Sungmin, another female, and that other male person with a concerned look on his face. Your throat gets that familiar sore lump in it, the one where you know you’ll cry any second but you can’t. Not in-front of them. 

You quickly crouch down onto the floor and begin picking up the glass pieces with your bare hands, sniffling to stop the stray tears from falling. “ Be careful, let me get it-”

“ No!” You push the hand away from you but in the process knick your finger against a stray shard of glass sticking up on the floor. You wince, harshly pulling your finger away and inspecting it. The blood seeps out rather quick but not life threatening. 

Sungming scoffs, “ I think you guys should leave.” He says, jogging over the kitchen sink, carefully avoiding the glass, to grab a wet paper towel to wrap your finger in.

You wanted nothing to do with anyone in this very exact moment. You just want to be alone again, and maybe meeting Sungmin last night and having him stay was a mistake. Foolish of you right? To not think about the consequences of your actions. He’s Jungkook’s brother for fucks sake. What did you think would happen?

“ We can’t. Jungkook knows.” is the next sentence that Casper says that makes you want to throw up. Jungkook knows about your whereabouts. If it wasn’t for Sungmin holding you while wrapping your finger and pressing on it, you’d of surely passed out by now. 

Sungmin’s beyond pissed. The red on his face shows it and the way he curses under his breath only for you to hear. “ Tell him to stay the fuck away from her, Casper.” He growls. 

He lets out a frustrated sigh and the woman next to him rubs his back to calm him down as well. You take notice of the dark red lipstick she wears upon her lips. Such a bold color. “ Knowing Jungkook, he won't stop. What she needs to do is pack up and go.. like yesterday.”

“ I’m sorry but who the fuck are you?” You narrow your eyes at the lady, getting up from Sungmin’s grip on you. She’s taken aback by your sudden dominance in your voice, but smirks knowing that you aren’t bold enough to take that any further. 

“ Val.. Casper’s wife and you must be the infamous Yn.” 

You’re not sure of this lady, and something about her makes you wonder. Since when has Casper been married? Casper also did not seem like the type to take a hand in marriage for someone. This is all too.. weird for you. Everyone seems to just had grown up and matured and you did miss it all. 

“ Can we discuss all this.. perhaps in the living room area?” She asks, pointing in the direction of your cutely decorated space. Uneasy but curious, you nod your  head slowly in approval. 

Once everyone has gathered on your grey “L” shaped couch, you made sure to sit closely next to Sungmin who puts his arm around you in support. Ironically he's the only one you trust and feel a bit more comfortable with. The last thing you wanted was a reunion.. let alone in your very own living room. 

“ So.. Yn.. you were supposed to stay as far away as humanly possible from Seoul. I thought we made a deal that you’d never come back as long as I provided for you financially for the remainder of your life.” Casper’s death gaze upon you would have killed you right now if looks could kill. 

“ She has every right to live the life she wants after what you and my brother did to her.” Sungmin fires back at him, the look of anger on his face only getting stronger. 

Throwing his head back and letting out a deep sigh, Casper is not surprised by his comment. “ Oh shut up Sungmin, you know it would’ve been best for her if she stayed put.” He shoots you another glare, “  Looks like the dead doesn’t rest after all huh.”

You had no words because it is true. You and your parents had made that deal with Casper, but that was four years ago and you're absolutely grown enough to make your own decisions without your parents input. 

“ I.. wanted to do the exchange program and I honestly don’t even look the same anymore. I had a few surgeries and thought if I stayed low-key.. I could graduate and go on with my life.” Which only part of that is true. Yes you had a few surgeries that made you look slightly different and not to mention the hair color change, but you can’t let them know the real reason you came back.

That’s going to ruin your plans. 

“ Yeah and how is that working out for you now hmm?” Casper’s not pleased with your dumb response. A deal is a deal and you broke the deal. “ I don’t need your money Casper. If you want it all back I’ll repay my debt but I am allowed to live my life freely!”

Casper lets out one of his sarcastic chuckles, “ Repay your debt? You were never indebted to me or any of the Jeons. I wanted you to live comfortable as possible. Keep the money. Go back to Canada.”

“ No.” It would be a waste of everything if you’d just up and left now. Besides, this is the first time you’ve been in the presence of someone you like. Back home in Canada you did make friends but only till you moved to NYC and you didn’t make much long-term ones there either.

“ Doll, you don’t understand how much Jungkook is really attached to you. He has multiple paintings of you, has kept your pictures, currently working on a sculpture of your face, and still has nightmares about you. He needs professional help and you being here isn’t really the best time to enter his life again, if that’s what you plan to do.”

Sculptures? Paintings? That’s a bit much.  You understand the kept pictures part but the rest does seem very drastic. You’ve never had someone that overly obsessed with you before. Your last boyfriend from Canada, before you had originally moved to Seoul, had only gotten professional portraits of you and him. Courtesy of his mother, it was only because you two had went to junior prom together. You two were just teenagers being teenagers. As for you and Jungkook, you two were just lost in lust and not knowing what you two were doing but just...doing it. 

You're an adult now, and independent one at that. So whatever you want to do, you can do it.

“ I’m staying here.” Your voice is firm enough to where they know that's your final decision. Sungmin squeezes your arm a bit, reassuring you and sticking right beside you. 

Casper lets out a deep sigh once again. He knew you were stubborn but thought you would have been past this phase. Its no use of arguing with you. Your consequences have actions and he did try to warn you. It’s above him now and since you want to make wrong decisions, this time he’ll let you. You reap what you sow. 

His tattoo’d hand rub’s his forehead in annoyance of your persistant answers. He’s tried his best and can’t do anymore. “ Fine. Just know, I tried to warn you.”

The silence and tension in the room could be cut like thick slice of cake. You’re content with your decision and can’t seem to understand why they think you can’t handle yourself by yourself. Casper stands up along with Val, the two look at you disappointed but sorry for you. Maybe they are right on this, maybe you didn't think it through.

“ Well, are you at least going to attend the reunion? The group... should know you’re alive if you want to continue living freely.” Casper holds his two fingers making quotation marks around the last two words. You roll your eyes at his remark.

“ Reunion?” You turn to Sungmin who’s currently escorting Casper and Val out the door. You didn’t expect for him to shoo them out so quickly but he says his goodbyes and the door finally closes. That beep sound gives you a wave of relief over your body knowing your home is now secured and locked. The anxiety that had once settled in you can be felt going away.

Leaning against the door, “ I wasn't going to go. I don’t really talk to anyone but my sister. I wanted to take you out because I wasn’t going to attend. The group was personally invited to attend, we got our invitations 3 weeks ago.”

“ Your parents still own that school?” From what you remember, Sungmin’s parents were the one that chose you and gave you the scholarship to attend that high school. 

He nods his head and deeply sighs once more, “ Unfortunately, yes. I dislike saying this but they covered up your death and Jungkook’s ass pretty well. To them and our class, Jungkook was also the victim as disgusting as it is. My parents couldn’t afford to lose their perfectly clean reputation, as you know they are also in the limelight as well.”

Of course. Jungkook being painted as the victim when you’re the actual victim yourself. It’s predictable at this point and he probably ran with that narrative until after he’d graduated and everyone moved on. 

“ Listen.. you don’t have to go. I really wasn-” “ I’ll go. It’s better they know im alive. I can’t keep faking my identity and pretending to be dead while im here. I just.. want nothing to do with Jungkook.” 

A lie. This is the perfect opportunity to lure Jungkook in. 

It catches Sungmin off guard when you say that. The least he expected is for you to agree to go near the people who betrayed you.  He thinks It can potentially be mentally unhealthy for you but also facing your fears could do you a bit better. It’s a 50/50 chance but not exactly a win-win situation.

Sungmin tilts his head to the side resembling a confused small puppy which makes you smile a bit. “ Are you sure?” He questions, still in disbelief.

No. No you aren’t. 

“ Yes.”

The day had gone by pretty fast hanging around Sungmin. He went back home to change his clothes after your guises conversation and came back fashionably late to pick you up after cleaning yourself up as well. The two of you had a pretty big reasonable amount of fun and catching up. It turns out Sungmin had learned English abroad for a bit as he also did an exchange program in the US his junior year. He revealed to you that he lives in the Jeon Mansion with his mom and Jungkook. You were worried about that as well but, Sungmin reassured you that he wouldn’t tell a soul where you live and will act like you two only meet up at cafes. You made him swear on it and if he breaks that promise he’ll be blocked on snapchat.

Now here you two are, standing outside of the school at 6pm after a day of driving around and Sungmin showing you some worthy instagram picture cafes and shopping places. You had bought a few things, nothing too over the top. Some new shoes, a couple of clothing items, and a brand new watch because you had been meaning to get a new one since your old one broke.

“ You sure you wanna do this?”

The school looks the same to you. It floods back memories when you two begin walking into the entrance. That same entrance where the Bangtan Boys came in and Jungkook stopped you because you were in his way of walking. The first time you had laid eyes on each other and then realized you both hated each other.  It still smells the same, clean but sweet. The school is vacant except for a few adult people here and there who seem to pay you no mind at all.

With each step you take down the hallway, you’re reminded of the memories you made. The lockers where you’d meet up with Ayami and Sungmin, the bathroom you came out of and Jungkook waited outside for you, and upcoming is the art class. The sound of voices and laughing can be heard the closer you get. Perhaps some left-over students from school today? Sungmin movements become a bit slower, as if he doesn’t want to pass the classroom. 

“ We can go back and visit the music room? If you want.”

Now you’re curious as to why he won't pass the room. Surely it’s just some teens right? You shake your head no with furrowed eyebrows, butterflies settling inside your stomach.  Swallowing hard, you take one last step towards the entrance of the art room and your stomach almost drops at the sight you see. 

The room is beautiful, it really did have a make-over, but the people inside shock you the most. You didn’t expect them to be here right now. You expected them to be coming later on, not lounging around the art room. Most of all, you weren’t ready to see him in general. He stands there by the window, hair longer than you remembered, ripped jeans, doc Martens, a black shirt and leather jacket. When he sets eyes on you, he doesn’t freak out but he just looks at you with sorrow in his eyes. He understands that this moment is could break or make anything so he keeps his mouth closed while admiring that you’re really in-front of him. The rest stare at you with shock, as if they’ve really seen a ghost.

Crystal is the first to curse under her breath with wide eyes and a smile. She runs over to you with open arms and when you do connect with them physically, it feels weird to hug her back but she understands this is a lot to process. 

“ I knew it was you. I knew it was you when I saw you in Manhattan! Holy fuck you’re actually alive!” Her grip only gets harder, as if she could squeeze you to death like an orange till you burst. You watch Sungmin prop himself up on the desk and sit quietly. He feels awkward in all this, and now you feel bad.

“ So you faked your death. How does it feel to be selfish?” 

You knew that one was coming from him. Turning towards the voice, you decide not to fuel the fire this time. “ I’m sorry. I also did not have a choice given the circumstances..” 

The room falls silent. Jungkook, Namjoon, Crystal, Yoongi, Sungmin, and Ayami. They’re all here. All staring at you as you stare at the ground out of pity. Maybe this whole faking death thing was a bit far. Casper could have came up with a better idea than this. Your past was soon to catch up to you. 

“ I forgive you.” Crystal breaks the silence, smiling at you to make you feel somewhat better. “ So do I. I’m sorry for contributing into that situation as well. No words can express how deeply affected I am from it and I do hold myself accountable.” 

You’d like to accept his apology, you really do, but at this moment you cannot as the wounds still hurt. The traitor, Ayami sits in the corner of the room at a desk. Her arms crossed as she looks outside the window, barely paying you any mind. Although you dislike her presence as she did betray you, It hurts a lot to know she honestly doesn’t care about you. 

“ I’m not sorry. You don't know the damage that you’ve done to Jungkook do you?” Yoongi’s voice is stern yet pissed off. With every inch he gets closer to you, it makes you want to ball up and run away.

Until you two are inches apart from each-other and he lets it all out on you.

“ We had to deal with him for years of depression, anxiety, he doesn’t sleep, barely fucking eats, and our business is possibly ruined all because of you. We don’t have a fucking sane enough leader because you wanted to be selfish. We all thought you were dead. Fucking DEAD. You don’t just do shit like that! You could of just left Seoul quietly but to be that fucking dramatic? Come on. Everyone was affected by your drama scene and now you think you can magically just show up like things are okay? It's not.”

It can’t be helped that the tears are flowing from your eyes and the quiet sobs let themself out. You feel just as guilty as they are and it sucks because you’re the victim and they aren't.  Coming to this was wrong. Now at least they know you’re alive.

“ I.. should go. I just wanted to apologize for my actions.”

“ Wait, you don’t have to go yn.”

But it was too late. You quickly walk out the room as fast as you can while wiping the hot tears coming down your face. People in the hallway look at you funny but you keep your head down. That familiar feeling in your chest settles in. It hurts. It feels like your heart has broken into a million pieces. None of this was how you expected it to go however you weren’t even supposed to come anyways. 

By now your feet are tired of walking and each time you blink its blurry. This place looks familiar. The flowers align the trail along with some trees. The school’s little garden trail. Mascara runs down your face. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Being in front of everyone like that was a bold move and to have Yoongi yell at you was embarrassing as well. The pain in your chest feels like someone is stabbing you over and over in your heart. Your heartstrings feel like they can give out any second. At this point you didn’t care who sees you sobbing loudly. All you want is to take everything back about what you said and should have just agreed to stay home.

“ Yn?”

You ignore it. The sobbing becomes louder and your keep trying to wipe your swollen eyes to rid the tears. It doesn’t stop.

The person sighs, slowly inching closer. You know that scent all too well. It’s him. What is he even doing here anyways? Why did he think it was okay to follow you out here? Something touches your hand but you turn around to face him and jerk your hand away. He was offering you his handkerchief. You look at him with hatred in your eyes. This all feels too familiar.

Jungkook sighs, nodding his head slowly while retreating his hand. “ I’m sorry. I want to apologize to you in a million different ways but I understand that we’re broken. I broke you. I did those things to you. I take responsibility. No words can explain how badly I fucked up. If I can go back and change everything I would in a heartbeat and do everything correctly.”

You take a minute to analyze his face. You’ve never seen his soft side of Jungkook. The way his face tells it all, lets you know he is sincere. To know he’s also been suffering makes you feel even more guilty. You won't accept it though. He will never get an acceptance of any sort from you. 

“ I hate you.” You sniffle. 

“ I understand.”

“ No Jungkook, I really fucking hate you.”

Was all you said before grabbing his jacket to pull him down into a passionate kiss. The two of your tongues fight for dominance as his left hand goes to your waist and his right up to your face. He can’t help himself but to deepen the kiss. Your lips taste like pure honey to him and he wants to devour you right then and there and never let you go.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.. 

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Euphoria [9]

bad boy jungkook x librarian yn

Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn’t know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.

Now… How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.

(angst / yandere / smut / gore / fluff)

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tw: voyeurism, jk is a real pervert lol

Chapter 9 ‘Owned’

Blinking, suddenly alert, you feel a wet nose press curiously against your cheek. Instantly, you jolt upright and nearly topple over from the weight of the blankets wrapped awkwardly around your body. Bam pokes his head out, curiously, tongue hanging lazily out of his mouth, and he hops from side to side, trying to take a better look at you.

“Bam, stop,” Jungkook’s voice comes from across the room. Immediately, the blood in your veins is frozen in fear. He really was never going to leave you alone. “She’s resting.”

You sit up, making space for Bam to nestle himself in your lap. The dog is much larger up close, and he tosses his long, powerful legs over your shoulder, taking your open arms as a green light for slobber-time. He licks all over your face and exposed neck, excitedly, sniffing you all over, pressing his wet snout against you with enough force to knock you over.

“You’re a big boy,” you murmur, sleepily, patting his head, echoing Jimin’s gestures from the night before.

Jungkook is stood, already fully-dressed, hovering awkwardly over the two of you, watching with something akin to hope blossoming in his eyes. He tries to taper it down, tries to stomp on it, to extinguish it before you see it - before you can get angry at him for wishing for something he knows he shouldn’t be too eager for. But, he’s looking at you and seeing the smile in your eyes for the first time since this whole ordeal began and it makes him feel… alive.

“Come here, boy,” Jungkook commands, patting his thighs and the dog’s attention immediately snaps from you to the other boy. Bam climbs off of you and pads over to his owner, circling his legs twice before sitting nicely at the man’s right-side, like a soldier. Jungkook sits down on his ass, pulling his knees up to his chest, and observes you, silently.

“Did you sleep okay?”

You stay quiet, monitoring the man just as intently as he was doing to you.

Jungkook looks like shit. He has bags under his red-rimmed eyes and his hair is a puffy mess, as if he spent time running his hands through it. His lips are bitten and red, and they even seem a little swollen when he angles his head a certain way. The tip of his softly-rounded nose is tinged red and he just looked… shitty.

You say as much, without thinking.

He coughs out a wet laugh, looking away. “Good to know you don’t pull any punches even in the morning.”

“I’m just saying,” you grumble, looking at your feet. “Did you not sleep or something?”

Jungkook looks sheepish when he replies. “I couldn’t. I was… anxious.”

“About me?”

He nods. “Not your fault though. It’s… totally a ‘me’ thing.”

“You didn’t sleep at all?”

He shakes his head. “The floor isn’t really that comfortable either.”

“You have a bed.”

“I left the bed for you,” he replies. “Not that you needed it. You looked comfortable on the floor.”

“I’m used to sleeping in less-than-preferable conditions,” you retort, glibly. He gets this curious look in his eye, like he’s greedy to learn more about your shitty childhood and- no. That wasn’t happening. You abruptly say, “I’m going to clean up.”

He nods, getting to his feet and awkwardly hanging out by the door. “Do you want me to-”

“Get the fuck out,” you reply without looking back in his direction. You grab a hand towel and slam the door closed, loud enough for him to hear. You hear the door softly close once he ushers Bam out into the hallway, but what you don’t see is his fist-pump of excitement once he was outside.

--

“We had a conversation,” he say, grabbing Taehyung’s shoulders and shaking him excitedly. Taehyung nearly drops his bowl of spicy ramen and he grumbles under his breath as he has to adjust his t-shirt (the one Jungkook had to practically beg him to wear considering the three men didn’t enjoy wearing shorts around the house, let alone shirts, but he couldn’t have you seeing his brother’s heavily-inked flesh so openly. What happens if that is more your type? He has tattoos too, but he isn’t as covered yet. He doesn’t think he would be able to stomach seeing your ogle another man so openly in front of him without sending his fist through a glass window) once he was released.

Bam, happily, walks beside his owner before spotting Jimin curled up in the couch and rushes to make himself comfortable, stealing the seat that Taehyung had been eyeing for himself, much to the guitarist’s annoyance.

“Fucking stupid dog.”

Jimin gasps and covers Bam’s ears. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!”

Taehyung rolls his eyes but apologizes quietly to the dog and sits on the other side. It isn’t as close to Jimin as he wants to be but it’ll have to do.

“Hyung, we had a conversation and she didn’t yell at me,” Jungkook says, gleefully.

Jimin quirks a brow. “She yelled a little, didn’t she?”

Jungkook deflates slightly. “Only a little. Maybe she’s not as mad anymore, after sleeping on things?”

Jimin and Taehyung both give the younger man a disbelieving look. Taehyung snorts into his food and remarks, “I wouldn’t have my hopes too high for that.”

Jungkook frowns. “She’s still mad?”

“Definitely,” the pair chorus.

Jimin continues, “She’s going to be mad for a long time. This isn’t a one-night fixer-upper, Kookie.”

“I just don’t want her to be angry anymore,” he responds, pitifully. “It makes my heart hurt.”

Taehyung glanced at Jimin and feels his guilt blossom. He understands what it feels like to love someone so much that it stops making sense - it starts feeling like dying would be better than not being with that person. That not seeing them smile would be like never having another breath of fresh again again for the rest of your life. That trying to stitch your world back together again without them would fundamentally be impossible because the largest piece would always be missing.

Yeah, he understands just how insane love could make you feel.

“Just give her time,” Taehyung says, sagely, moving his eyes from his love’s face to the cartoon playing out on the TV. “She’ll come around. You’re too cute for her to ignore.”

“Hyung…”

“Besides, one rejection isn’t enough to knock your big ass off your feet,” Taehyung finishes. “Like I told you before. Make her need you.”

Jimin can’t ignore the foreboding feeling settling in his gut, but as he looks into his little brother’s eyes, his mouth feels stiff as lead. All he can bring himself to do is smile, a little heavy but it was bordering on real and he was wishing for the best.

“I want to make her breakfast,” Jungkook says, suddenly perking up. “Would that be too much? It’s too much, right? Oh, but I make really good pancakes, don’t I, hyung? I should make them for her, right?”

Taehyung exhales softly and nods. “Sure, bud. Go ahead. I’m sure she’ll love them.”

Jungkook beams and merrily clambers to his feet, disappearing into the kitchen.

“You tell that miserable bitch that she better eat every scrap on that plate or I’ll toss her headfirst off the balcony, Jungkook’s feelings be damned,” Taehyung says, quietly, pushing another spoonful of ramen into his mouth.

Jimin snorts.

“I’m so serious, baby,” he says, glaring at his love’s amused expression. “Talk to her or I will.”

“You’re so scary,” Jimin teases, squeezing Taehyung’s puffy cheeks. “I’ll go give our guest a warning.”

Jimin moves to his feet and Taehyung can’t help but smack his ass as he walks by. The pink-haired man glares over his shoulder, flipping him off. Taehyung just wants to toss him over his shoulder and take him back to their room and press him into the mattress until he’s crying for him all over again.

Jungkook patters around the kitchen for a while, the smell of maple syrup and almond milk pouring from the cracked open door, and Jimin tosses a warm look back, hoping against hope that YN wouldn’t piss on the small bud of happiness that was growing in their dumb bunny.

He knocks, because even though he has the grace and tact of a tavern-owner, he still didn’t like walking in on nude girls. Especially ones who had the penchant for smacking fire out of him when they are pissed off.

“YN…”

The door cracks open and you don’t poke your head out, he takes that as permission to enter the room. He pads inside to see you bent over the edge of the bed but facing away from him, and a pair of Jungkook’s boxers covering your shapely ass from his eyes.

Jimin whistles, low and flirtatiously, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth, “I might prefer men but don’t tempt me.”

He’s too used to flirting with clients to get them into the bedroom. He subconsciously started treating you like you were a mark who only knew him as ‘Jay’, elusive and sultry slut who spreads his thighs and puts on a ‘good show’, and not someone who actually knows the him behind the curtain.

You look over your shoulder as you pull the bedsheets you had used to wrap yourself up last night over the bed, cleaning up the space around you and roll your eyes. “Cut the crap. What do you want?”

“Kookie is making breakfast,” he says, quietly. “I’m here to warn you. Be nice.”

“I am nice,” you retort, lip curling.

“Be nicer,” he suggests. “Otherwise Tae isn’t going to be happy.”

“How your boyfriend feels is none of my concern,” you respond, sarcastically. You had thought about showering early, just to spend some time alone with your thoughts, but decided against it. You’d break up your day by showering later, giving you the illusion of privacy and some space to clear your head once it eventually got too crowded with them.

“Not my boyfriend,” he corrects. “And it will be your issue if he gets angry.”

“Oh, really? What’ll happen? He’ll hit me? Please, I can take a beating,” you answer. “And I can give one too. Seeing as how you are passing messages, let him know that.”

Jimin exhales, heavily. “Both of you are so childish.”

“He started it,” you fuss. “I’ll be nice.” Then at Jimin’s pointed expression, you correct, “Nicer.”

“Good,” he replies, seemingly content. “Hurry up and put on some pants. I’m starving.”

Jimin leads you back into the living room and you commandeer your spot in the armchair overlooking the gloomy compound, enviously watching the families enjoying the dull morning weather.

Bam notices you walk in immediately and pads over to your side for head rubs and cuddles. The huge dog can’t fit all in your lap but that doesn’t stop him from trying, tossing his heavy head over your shoulder and kicking his long legs around your middle, curling around you.

“Alright, alright,” you murmur, letting him get comfortable and continue rubbing his back and scratching behind his ears.

The room smells delectable, all sugary and homely, and you relax into it, listening to Jungkook walk around the kitchen and sing to himself.

He has a nice voice.

After a little while, Jungkook comes out, having pulled off his hoodie when he started frying the pancakes, showing off his muscular, tattooed arms. His hair is pushed back with a headband and with his forehead exposed, you can see his eyebrow piercing better. His hair is cut neatly at the sides too. His jawline is strong, but his cheeks puff out a little as he whispers to himself, double and triple checking the food on the plate. His shoulders are wide but his waist is trim and thin, and you can tell he works out - a lot.

Jungkook looks so fucking good, you almost forget for a moment that he has you captive, held against your will.

The thought crashes into you like a truck on a highway and you avert your eyes to the ceiling. Not fast enough, however, as Taehyung watches you ogle their dumb bunny with a smirk on his handsome face. Of course you were attracted to Kookie, who wouldn’t be?

“YN, I got the syrup you like,” the man in question says, casually. Jungkook grins at you, bright and adorable, eyes crinkling, waiting for praise.

You feel the other two men’s eyes flick to you, one cautious and the other vicious, and you bite down the urge to yell some kind of defensive obscenity.

Instead, you exhale and reply, “Thanks.”

Jungkook freezes, eyes widening, before the smile returns even brighter than before.

If he had a tail, it would be wagging wildly.

Taehyung relaxes, marginally, and Jimin gives you a private smile - a grateful smile. It was all repulsive.

Jungkook asks, “Do you want to sit at the table or in front of the TV?”

“Here is fine,” you reply, tightly. Bam shifts at the sound of his owner’s voice and hops off your lap. You are surprised at just how heavy the ball of energy is - you suppose he is just like his dad, big and excitable.

Jungkook nods and hands you a plate of pancakes and fluffy scrambled eggs. “Careful, it’s kind of hot.” You take the plate and rest it on your stomach. The food looks delectable, just as you had presumed, but something in you gives you pause. Jungkook continues, gently, “I didn’t know if you wanted bacon or not so I did some on the side.”

He glances at the space in front of you on the floor and hovers, awkwardly, juggling his plate and the condiments.

“Do you want to… sit here?”

He looks up into your eyes, surprised over being caught, before his cheeks burn. “N-No… I mean, yes. I do. But- Not if you don’t like it.”

After catching Jimin’s hard look, you exhale heavily and shift your feet a little so they wouldn’t be in his face. “It’s your house. Sit where you like.”

Jungkook instantly sits on the floor, crossing his legs and resting his back against the leg of the armchair.

Some quiet moments pass between the two of you before he whispers, softly, “Thank you so much.”

He doesn’t expect you to hear him, he says it so quietly, but you do, and it makes your appetite disappear.

Jungkook is rocking happily from side to side as he eats, full mouthfuls of syrup, fluffy pancake and crispy bacon. He offers to eat the rest of your plate once he realizes you won’t - can’t - finish your breakfast, not wanting any to go to waste.

You pile the three-quarters of eggs and half a pancake onto his plate, and his eyes glow in happiness as he eats. Subconsciously, he touches you - his hand grazes your ankle as he shuffles around, his shoulder brushes against the inside of your calf. He doesn’t show too much emotion of his face, not that you would recognize it, but he barely stops his eyes from rolling into the back of his head when you do it back.

The feeling of your toes against his side, even for that nano-second, was enough to have him stiff in his sweats. He adjusts himself as inconspicuously as he can, but Jimin’s giggles give him away. It’s good that YN doesn’t know them that well yet, but he glares nonetheless, at his hyperactive brother.

Stop fucking laughing, he says with his eyes, glaring. Please!

Time passes with Jimin and Taehyung wrapped around each other in a way that Jungkook envies so deeply. Jimin rakes his nails against Taehyung’s scalp, back and forth in a soothing manner that calms the moody guitarist. Jungkook yearns for the sensation of your delicate fingers against his back, the tips of your nails against his spine, drawing intelligible shapes on his skin. Sheer ecstasy blossoms behind his eyes and his breathing gets heavy.

The tip of his dick is unbearably sensitive, having spent half of the night stripping his cock raw as the thoughts he had of you became more and more depraved. You, being in his room, filling the space with your presence, overwhelmed him periodically and he had to disappear into the bathroom to calm himself down. He thought it would help, removing the visual stimuli, but after practically tasting you in the air, he was only reminded that you had been in there, naked, and touching yourself… It was too much for him to resist.

He was a weak man, you can’t blame him for that.

His phone burns in his pocket as the video of you from this morning sleepily padding around the bathroom begs him to watch. The thought had come to him spontaneously last night, and he had done it before even really thinking it through, but what an idea it had been. The small camera he had installed in the bathroom while you slept soundlessly just meant he could see you / raw and unfiltered - whenever he wanted.

It was a win-win situation. He wouldn’t bother you when he yearned for you, and you wouldn’t have to know about it. It would be his first and only secret from you. Everything else, he would happily strip bare for your eyes, but this… this was his. At least for now.

He wouldn’t watch too much, he didn’t want to run the risk of overwhelming himself - he didn’t want to become too sick with obsession that he would act too quickly, too rashly, with his need to have you writhing underneath him that he would scare you off.

But, in that moment, the smell of you in the small room became overwhelming, the dirty towel that you had used damp in the basket in the corner of his room - he couldn’t stop himself. He was pulling his shorts down and fondling himself within seconds. Each time he orgasmed, it felt like he was being sucked through a straw - he felt fiery licks of pleasure from the roots of his hair to the soles of his feet and he leaked all over the floor and used the towel he had been sniffing to clean up his mess.

For now, he had to play the role - he had to somehow worm his way onto your good side, and to do that, he had to seem unbearably pathetic.

“Are you sure, YN? You hardly ate anything,” he mumbles, brow furrowing as he trails behind you as you both walk back to his room. “Didn’t it taste good? I didn’t make it how you like? I can try it again tomorrow, if you’ll let me, okay? Please don’t be mad.”

You roll your eyes, hidden from his field of vision and push open the door. “I’m not angry.”

Bam rushes inside first, jumping straight onto the bed and making a comfy space for himself to lay down and rest. Jungkook says, “But you didn’t eat.”

“I just wasn’t hungry,” you reply, simply.

Jungkook stands in front of you, forcing you to look up into his face when he refuses to move even when you try to step around him. You snap, patience wearing painfully thin, “What?”

“I’ll do better next time,” he promises, earnestly. “Just don’t shut me out again, please.”

You take a calming breath, the urge to grip his collar and shake him until he wakes up out of his delusion almost overtaking you. “I just wasn’t hungry. Really. Do you think if I were mad I wouldn’t tell you? I haven’t made it a habit to pull any punches with you guys yet, have I?”

Jungkook’s lips pull up briefly, a bitter twist to his mouth, before it disappears and he nods. “I trust you.”

You take a step back out of his compelling aura and move to the corner of the room, taking a seat. Jungkook trails behind you, sitting far enough away from you to give you the illusion of space but close enough to still observe you.

“Don’t you have something to do?”

He glances up, as if surprised you are instigating conversation with him, and truthfully, you are shocked yourself. You didn’t have any other means of keeping yourself entertained, considering he still hadn’t returned your phone and you couldn’t access his computer without him seeing. He shakes his head.

“I just- I’m good here,” he says, clearly holding some things back. “Do you… Do you want me to go?”

You can almost see his ears drop in dismay, so you give him an inch of rope. “No. It’s fine. I just- It’s a bit boring.”

“You’re bored?” He seems to be kicking himself for not realizing sooner. He scrambles to his knees and suggests, “I can- Uh, we can do stuff. In the living room. We have a bunch of games.. video games. I never- Oh, I never asked.”

“I like video games,” you respond, quietly.

His chest seems to raise with the new information and his cheeks turn rosy. “Shall we go and play? I’m not too bad at it.”

“Maybe another time,” you concede. “I’m tired now.”

He nods. “Do you- Uhm, you could take the bed.”

You pin him with a hard look, glancing between his innocent face and the inviting bed that Bam is already strewn across. “You… You don’t mind?”

He shakes his head. “It’s your room.”

Annoyance flares up in your once more. It isn’t your room, this isn’t your home. But he seems so soft in that moment that you worry a single word from you would turn him into a mess of tears, and while you don’t really care if he’s sad, you wonder how much hell you would catch from Taehyung for doing it to him.

Part of you wants to test it, to see if the other man is really as much of a threat as he postulates. But no, you’re too out of your comfort zone to willingly ask for such trouble, as tempting as it might be.

You have no weapons, only wit and that wasn’t enough.

Not yet.

“Whatever,” you respond. “I want to shower.”

“Fine,” he replies, hopping to his feet and shoving his phone in his pocket. “I’ll wait outside.”

You don’t respond, pushing past him careful to not touch his skin, and you miss the way his eyes close as he can’t help but sniff the air as you pass by.

He has already composed himself by the time you look back at him, hands deep in his pockets, bulking up his groin area so his bulge isn’t too obvious to the eye.

He fails, egregiously.

You slam the door closed behind you, cheeks burning as his not-so-innocent face replays before your eyes again and again until you have to shove your fingers in your sockets to black out the image.

Jungkook, on the other hand, disappears into the guest bathroom and locks the door behind him, tugging his boxers down to his thighs and palming his growing length in his palm as he bites down on the bottom of his shirt to keep it out of the way. He is in front of the mirror, watching himself fondle his cock as you strip down in the bathroom, unaware of his all-seeing eye above you. You have your back to the camera, shucking off his sweater and folding it nicely on the sink. You’re so neat and clean, he thinks as his lips pull up in a tight smile. What he wouldn’t give to see the line of your neck so unobstructed in real life.

You slide his sweats down your thighs and they pool at the bottom of your legs, followed by his boxers. He lets out a hiss as more pre-come drips down his length, getting trapped in his fingers, turning his skin sticky and slick. He closes his eyes, imagining the scent of your hair. He can’t help but groan loudly, the sound of slick skin-on-skin and the jingle of his belt buckle adding to the symphony of his masturbation. Jungkook’s breathing becomes labored and sweat sticks to his temple.

How much longer, huh? How much fucking longer does he have to wait to have you? Can’t you see how pathetic he is for you already? How much further does he have to fall for you to believe he needs you, he craves you? How much deeper does your poison have to penetrate before you give into him?

You are showering behind the opaque curtain, but the light above highlights your beautiful silhouette as you lather your body with the scents he chose on a whim weeks ago. He damns himself for not picking something softer, more delicate, for you. You’d like that more, wouldn’t you? A gentler scent? Something floral or fruity? Something sweeter than the heavy notes of musk and ginger that he got used to.

Shit, he thinks. He’ll have to go shopping soon. You probably hate it.

His breathing perks up more once the shower is cut off, Jungkook having forced himself from splitting apart at the seams more than once when his fantasies of you became a little too much for him to handle. He feels it, ripping at his insides. His balls are heavy and tight, his toes clenched around nothing and his face is so red, he wonders how he is keeping himself upright. The steam has filled the room and it’s too overwhelming. Everything is overwhelming him.

Your soaked arm pokes out from behind the curtain and you grab the towel. He barely gets a peek of the slightly darker shade of your areola before he is crying out and shooting all over himself and the floor. Jungkook is breathing so heavily, he has to reach an arm out to keep himself upright, and his ears are ringing loud in his skull and his legs are shaking.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How is he supposed to hold out when he sees the real thing if the sight of your nipples are enough to have him blowing his load so messily? He looks at his come-slick hand and frowns. He needs to work on his endurance.

He washes his hands quickly, knowing that even though both Jimin and Taehyung are in the living room, he still doesn’t want to leave you alone for too long.

What if you figure out something that he hasn’t thought of and escape?

Jungkook pulls open the bathroom door, red-faced but refreshed and sees both of his brothers staring, brows quirked and barely-restrained smirks on their faces.

Taehyung asks, a knowing look on his face that makes Jungkook enraged and embarrassed,  “You having fun in there, bunny?”

“Shut up!”

Jimin tacks on, lightly. “I hope you cleaned up.”

Jungkook shoulders past them, ears burning bright, and walks back into his bedroom, to see you curled up in bed with Bam under your chin. You look up, suddenly more alert even though you don’t stop petting Bam’s head and neck.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s fine,” you respond, curtly, settling back into the sea of pillows you had made. “It’s your room.”

Our room, he barely stops himself from correcting, knowing it would put you in a bad mood.

“I’ll lay here,” he says, clearing his throat and sitting to the side of the door.

You lay down and turn onto your side, letting Bam curl into your side. Jungkook whistles once for his puppy, who responds and moves to his feet.

Jungkook plays with his eager dog’s ears and says, quietly, “Let YN sleep by herself tonight, okay?”

He watches you relax in increments.

Jungkook isn’t stupid, he can tell that you aren’t comfortable, but he doesn’t have it in him to leave you alone, especially at night, as it’s the only time he gets to look at you without seeing the revulsion in your expression. So he stays quiet and passes the time, watching you, imagining how things will be when you don’t hate his guts, and he thinks of melodies.

The other salvation that had kept him from ending his seemingly-meaningless existence all those years ago. Broken shards of sounds pieced together to create masterful pieces of music that he had fallen into, both eyes closed and his heart, for the first time since his mother left, open and bleeding.

Jungkook is long overdue to put a song together, so at around three in the morning, as you are lightly snoring in his bed, he gets onto his computer and slips his headphones on. He can’t keep his back to you for too long so he doesn’t get through a lot but by the time the sun comes up, he has compiled the bare bones for a new track he thinks the others might like.

He sends a copy to Namjoon, the manager of their little trio before cracking his knuckles and turning to face you fully.

Some miles away, Namjoon’s phone pings in the dark, ignored completely by the man dressed in all black, a rolled-up hundred in his hand as he takes another line of coke off of the svelte back of some faceless, nameless stripper in a dimly-lit room.

The tagline: I’ll own you

- end -

#euphoria #jeon jungkook x reader #bad boy jungkook #bad boy jimin #bad boy taehyung #bts yandere #jungkook yandere #park jimin x kim taehyung #btswritersguild #btswriterscollective #btswriterscafe #btswritersclub

[koolibrary]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope Additional Tags: taekook, bad boy jungkook?, but he's baby really, Blow Jobs, Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Nerd Kim Taehyung | V, sort of??, hand holding, Anal Fingering, im still bad at tagging sigh, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, i mean sort of plot but not really, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, No Angst, Kim Taehyung | V Has a Big Dick, soft smut?, Fluff and Smut, namjoon makes a small appearance, yoongi and jin are mentioned if you squint, Rimming, Size Queen Jeon Jungkook, First Dates, Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:

Taehyung is on a mission to charm Jungkook and Jungkook wants to fuck Taehyung...for science.

#taekook #taekook fic #smut #bottom jungkook #top taehyung #bad boy jungkook #nerd taehyung

[millielikestae]

#taekook #yoonmin #jeon jeongguk #kim taehyung #taetae #bts #taekookau #ao3 writer #drabble #top jeon jungkook #top jungkook #bottom kim taehyung #bottom taehyung #bad boy jungkook #good boy Taehyung #90s #taekook aesthetic #vkook #vkook au

[raplinenthusiasts]

🥺

#dream boy #jeon jungkook #bts #btsgif #dailybts #dailybangtan #userbangtan #*mine #jjk #this is so bad (quality speaking) #but also so cute i had to #THE SECOND ONE GIVES ME HEART PALPITATIONS

[tarkiiory]

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱,

"𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀"

𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱,

"𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆".

𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪     𝗗𝗢̸𝗪𝗡         

#jungkook icons #jungkook moodboard #jungkook #jungkook black icons #bts #oc rp #rp moodboard #moodboard #messy moodboard #bad boy #black moodboard #balck and white #black icons #messy layouts #jeon jungkoooook #jungkook layouts #cigarettes after sex #bio rp idea #new rp #role play #kpop moodboard #kpop layouts #gg layouts #twitter layouts #bts layouts #core #aestethic #aestestic #gg moodboard #random bios

[onlyswan]

i love him so much 🥹

#my anxiety has been so bad for the past week but his presence just makes everything better i want to cry #i’m so excited for 3d :'') #jungkook my main pop boy!!!!

[yoon-kooks]

how many | jjk | 6

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 5.8k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

Warnings: fingering, blowjob, deepthroating, dirty talk, begging, unprotected sex, he calls her babe, tight little pussy, boy got a big cock, slight bondage kink, creampie, possible dick tattoo (?)

A/N: this is probably the most smut you're ever going to get from me as a writer💖

◆ the one he'd been searching for ◆

At the door to his apartment, Jungkook shuffles around for the keys in his pocket. The shiny new addition to his key ring makes you smile to yourself as you follow him inside. The first thing you do is scan the hall for the fluffy white tenant. 

Upon hearing a tiny mew, Jungkook squats down, picks up Namjoon’s cat, and lets you greet her. She gives you a kiss with her pink nose before burrowing her face into your boyfriend’s elbow. For now, she’s the only one who’s allowed to be so adorable and affectionate with your man. But perhaps someday, the two of you will have kids who’ll also get to experience the love he radiates. It might take a while before it gets to that point, but the possibility leaves you excited for the future ahead.

“I’m gonna check and make sure my nosy roommate isn’t around today,” the boy says after dropping you and the cat off in his room.

While he’s off hunting Namjoons, you lay down on the bed next to the cat, still admiring the fresh tattoo on your hand through the clear wrap. You snap a quick pic of the bunny fairy and post it onto snowsleeve’s Instagram with the caption, “lent my hand to a hot new artist🐰✨”.

The comments that pour in are nothing but supportive.

“Pls tag this hot new artist so I can get my own👅”

“WHAT TAHTS SO CUTE OMF”

“i think ive seen this persons art before;;;”

“10/10 better than a face reveal”

“I need more of this”

“@agustd let’s get matching ones🐱🐣”

“#bunfairysearchparty”

“Looks kinda like @jjkINK’s style #bunfairysearchparty”

“okay wait i searched up @jjkINK and it makes sense. super talented #bunfairysearchparty #solved”

“@jjkINK Are your books open? Asking for a friend”

You’re so engrossed in all the comments that you don’t even notice the dark shadow sneaking up on you.

“Boo.” The curled-up kitty isn’t even fazed, but your whole body jerks up as Jungkook throws himself onto the bed beside you. He grins in victory. “What were you smiling at?”

“They’re starting a search party for you on Instagram,” you giggle, showing him your post along with all the comments. His eyes take in everything line by line. “A lot of people have sniffed you out already.”

“Well, they’re gonna have to wait a while before I’m officially open for business.” He pulls you into his chest and plants a kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a tease, Y/N.”

“It’s not my fault I wanted to show off my talented artist boyfriend,” you hum against his smooth skin. “By the way, how’d your Namjoon hunt go?”

“He sent me a text saying he’s out on a date or something. I told him I’d feed the cat so he can go get laid.”

“Aww, what a good roommate.” You give him a kiss on the lips, and his tongue doesn’t waste any time. It hasn’t been more than ten minutes in his apartment and he’s already craving your taste. 

The subtle movements of your bodies against the mattress wake the cat from its nap. She stretches and yawns before wedging herself into the warmest spot on the bed—right between you and Jungkook. Her whiskers rub gently against your wrapped tattoo as she purrs away. That tiny bit of contact is enough to make you wince at the soreness. Hopefully your boyfriend didn’t see.

“You should see my cat, Jeon,” you say as you wiggle your index finger around in front of the kitty’s big eyes. You of course use your non-tattooed hand so that your bunny fairy won’t be swiped by a feisty kitty paw. She catches your finger and starts nibbling on it.

“You have a cat too?” He believes you, even though you were just trying to be sly and cute.

You shrug your shoulders, and then it clicks for him

“Hey, can you come back in like an hour or two?” Jungkook asks of the oblivious cat, who finally gets the message and leaps onto the gaming chair instead. Turns out she’s a cockblock just like her father.

With the cat out of the way, the boy takes hold of your wrist to inspect the battle scar from earlier. It’s still swollen and red. “Are you gonna be okay for…?”

You nod despite the sharp stinging in your hand. The wait has gone on long enough.

“Okay, just don’t get too carried away with your tattoo hand.” He lifts your oatmeal sweater up and over your head and tosses it onto his desk, quickly followed by his white tee. Your eyes wander up from the feisty fairy on his abs as he holds both of your hands above your head against the pillows and climbs on top of you. “Let me do all the work today,” he says.

He quickly identifies the nape of your neck as a weak spot and caresses you there with his lips. One bite at a time, he works his way between your breasts, down your belly, to your inner thigh, only protected by your plaid mini skirt and sheer black stockings.

The preppy look you were going for comes undone piece by piece as Jungkook helps you out of your skirt and then your stockings. You’re left only in your lacy black lingerie.

“So… where’s this cat you wanted to show me?” he asks. He can’t play innocent. Not when he already has his finger looped around the lace that hugs your hips. 

“Find it,” you taunt him as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. His dinosaur boxers get your approval.

“Wait, is it a tattoo…?” He tugs at the lace with eagerness. “Down here?”

It’s cute how he’s always thinking about that one tattoo he hasn’t found on you yet. But it’s finally time to put the poor boy out of his misery. 

You sit yourself up, slide the lace down your legs, and fling it over to the growing pile of clothing on his desk. Without hesitation, the boy’s eyes are drawn to the untouched skin between your legs. He licks his lips and leaves them parted as he stares with such intensity. There’s no tattoo to be found there, but that doesn’t make him any less fixated on what he sees.

With gentle fingers, you close his jaw and lift his chin to meet your gaze so that he can’t just drool over your pussy all day. Leaning in, you snap him out of his daze and whisper, “Does that answer your question?”

Jungkook nods and steals a kiss. “Guess that means there’s only one place left to look.”

A confident hand works its way around to your back and unclasps your bra. You press the lace to your chest before it falls off your shoulders. 

This is it. This is where your little game with Jungkook finally comes to an end. You won’t have any more tattoos or secrets up your sleeve because he’ll have seen every part of you. He’s seen the shy you, the passionate you, the dorky you, the artist you, and everything in between. 

You let him into your world, and he embraced it.

The bra slips from your tattooed hand and falls onto your thighs. You watch as your boyfriend scans every inch of your bare upper body until he settles on the lower outer corner of your left breast.

“It’s pretty.” His thumb strokes the tiny piece of art on your skin. It’s the silhouette of a black cat perched atop a red crescent moon. “You did it yourself?”

You give Jungkook a modest nod as he looks down at his own chest to figure out how in the world you tattooed yourself at such an awkward angle. He might be the only fuck boy out there who’d delay sex in order to consider the specifics of a tattoo so intently.

Out of nowhere, you run both hands up the boy’s torso and push him down against the mattress and between your thighs. Perhaps he wants all the details about your first tattoo, but you can save it for the pillowtalk that comes after sex.

“Maybe you can tattoo me in all the spots I can’t do myself,” you suggest, drawing attention to those tricky parts of your body—spots like your neck and anywhere on your back. Two hands grab your ass and scoot you forward until your face nearly collides with his.

“A booty tattoo would be pretty hot on you,” he says against your lips. He gives your ass a good squeeze before rolling you over and getting back on top of you. Without wasting a second, his fingers sneak their way between your legs, dip inside you, and coat themselves in your glaze. He glides around your clit and asks, “Or should I tattoo you down here?”

“Not opposed to either.” No tattoo is off the table if Jungkook is the one doing it. And despite your low pain tolerance, you know you’d definitely enjoy having his hands on you in either spot for a good hour or two. “I want you all over my body.”

“Say less.” One hand takes care of your breasts while the other continues to rub you up and down until you’re all nice and wet. The flicks of his fingers are soft and sexy, and it doesn’t take long before your body is squirming beneath him.

He pauses a couple of times and makes it very clear that he’s in no hurry. You, on the other hand, are quickly becoming a hot mess, and the snail speed isn’t helping. It’s torture at its finest.

“More… Jungkook,” you manage to say between moans. “Please.”

Your boyfriend stares down at how turned on and needy you are for him. His eyes wander across your naked body from your slick center to your perky nipples to your flushed face. He takes his thumb and swipes it gently over your lips.

“Do you want my mouth up here?” he asks, watching carefully for a cue from you. His fingers down below tap on your clit several times. “Or down here?”

You feel the bundle of nerves swelling up between your legs at the mere thought of him lapping you up and eating you out. He’d be latched onto your center with the tightest grip around your thighs, unable to control himself like a vampire sucking his plaything dry. His tongue would surely be the death of you.

But the huge bulge in his boxers is an even deadly temptation.

You weave your fingers through the long hair at his neck and pull him down until your lips can reach his. This kiss is filled with hunger and lust. “Here is perfect,” you say before he goes in for seconds.

The boy obliges and continues on with the makeout session. He pulls back a second later and asks, “Wait, has anyone ever gone down on you?”

“Not yet.” Something tells you that’ll change in the near future, though.

Jungkook gives you a cheeky smile like the troublemaker he is. “You’re so innocent, Y/N.”

It shouldn’t take long to change his mind about that.

You slide your hand up the front of his boxers, right over his bulge. His entire body stiffens against the sudden contact.

“By the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about this dick tattoo you may or may not have,” you say as you continue to rub him through the cotton. “I imagine something like a cute little snake.”

“Me? Cute and little?” Jungkook snorts. Now that he repeats your words back, you have to admit it was a pretty innocent remark on your end. At least you know he finds your innocence endearing. “Try saying that again with my cock down your throat.”

Eager to accept his challenge, you tug at his waistband. He steps out of his boxers with haste and kicks them off to the side. The first things you notice are of course his lack of a tattoo and his size. He might be even larger than you’d been estimating while silently evaluating the bulge through his boxers.

“Sorry to disappoint, but there aren’t any cute little snakes here,” the boy jokes. He leans back as you slither your fingers around him and bring yourself in for a closer look. He’s warm, veiny, and awfully big, but there’s nothing you can’t handle from him. You shudder at the thought of him pounding into you with that massive size and length. You swear you’ve never been so turned on just from looking at dick. If the perfect cock exists, you’re holding it.

“No worries, I always appreciate a long and large blank canvas to work with.” You feel clever for coming up with that one. And who knows. Maybe you’ll be the one working on his dick tattoo in the future.

Both you and Jungkook watch your tattooless hand go up and down his length. He’s getting so tense and worked up despite how little you’ve touched him. You want to see how far you can push him.

“I know you said you’d do all the work today, but I don’t think I can help myself,” you say, wetting your lips a few centimeters away from his erection. Perhaps it’s your own desires clouding your judgment, but he looks like he could really benefit from having your mouth around him. You plant a soft kiss just below his swollen tip and glance up at your boyfriend for his thoughts on your unspoken proposal.

“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” Jungkook’s eyes are as gentle as eyes can be in the midst of sex. He pokes the back of your tattooed hand and says, “Just be careful with this hand, okay?”

He’s being so sweet and considerate about your newly branded skin, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if he tied your hands up to ensure you’re behaving the way he asks. That’s another kink to explore some other time, though. 

“It’s a good thing sucking you off doesn’t require much hand usage,” you smirk. 

Knowing his eyes are all on you, you decide to make a spectacle out of what would otherwise be an ordinary blowjob. Your tongue starts by teasing him with a few wet kisses all around his length. The room is filled with the sounds of diligent sucking and the needy kind of moans you only make when you’re really craving cock. You want to make sure he knows how into his body you are.

When you take a peek to see how he’s holding up, he’s straining his neck just so he can watch exactly what you’re doing to him. If you didn’t already have your mouth around his cock, he probably would have started jerking off to the show you’re putting on for him with all your lewd sounds and naked body. You love the thought of him pleasuring his horny self at the sight of you doing something naughty.

“You taste better than ice cream,” you say after a very intentional flick of your tongue over his tip. The teasing doesn’t stop there, though. Your lips just barely graze him as you let half his length in. His poor cock is like a lollipop melting away against a tongue that hasn’t tasted pure sugar in months.

Even if you tried, you couldn’t stop. You’re addicted to him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans in rhythm with the movements of your mouth. “I take back what I said about you being innocent.”

You try to fight off the stupid grin creeping up on you, but you fail miserably. “I’m only this naughty when I’m with you.”

“Good.” He does his best to maintain his composure as you take the rest of his length, but that’s not working out too well for him. You feel him wince in pleasure as soon as he hits the back of your throat. His breathing is rough and sloppy in a way you haven’t heard before. You’re driving him crazy, and you love it. “I need you all to myself.”

The boy watches on as you devour him like a popsicle. You’ve always thought you had your gag reflexes under control, but you have to admit his large size is a lot for your throat to take on. Jungkook wasn’t just talking himself up earlier.

Your half-moan, half-gag vibrates against his cock. His hand reaches for yours on instinct.

“You good, babe?” His sudden concern and pet name for you are like positive reinforcements for choking on his cock. You want to do it again, over and over. 

“Mm,” you moan, continuing to slide his length up and down your throat. Somehow, you feel your throat warming up to his size. That doesn’t mean you won’t keep gagging to stroke his ego, though. It’s your way of acknowledging that your boyfriend has (by far) the biggest cock you’ve ever sucked.

“Sure I’m not too big for you? What about your tight little pussy?” He’s taunting you again. And you lean right into it.

“Let’s find out.” You finally pull back from his erection and crawl forward until your breasts are dangling over him and your pussy is aligned with his cock. He reaches up with his thumb to wipe the glossy glaze off your plumped lips. You lick the rest up like sweet syrup.

To stall things out just a bit longer, you rock your hips back and forth so that your clit drags against his tip as the two of you makeout. You’d been so focused on sucking his cock that you’d forgotten how sensitive you still were between your legs. As tame as it might seem, grinding against him like this feels so fucking good. 

When your little bud gets a tad too excited, you put your hips on pause and push yourself back up into a sitting position on top of him. As soon as you lift your ass again, Jungkook’s hands slip beneath you for support. You make him watch as you curl several fingers up your pussy to ensure you’re wet and horny enough to accommodate his massive size. No shit you’re horny enough. 

You reach behind your back to grab his cock and position him where he can ease into you. His cock has the audacity to give you a little nudge at your entrance, but his eagerness is understandable. You feel it too. 

As you slowly lower yourself onto his length, you’re thankful for the “safe sex speedrun” (as your gamer boyfriend likes to call it) the two of you went on in the weeks leading up to this. Nobody’s getting preggy, nobody’s catching any STDs, but you will get to experience just how good he feels with no condom in the mix.

“You’re awfully tight, Y/N,” Jungkook hums, the corner of his eyes crinkling upward in the most endearing way possible. He’s right. He’s only got an inch or two in and plenty more to go. He must be feeling like a god right now.

You’ve encountered a handful of larger-than-average dicks in your sex life, but you’ve never taken this long to get them all the way in. The boy also picks up the time ticking away.

“In the meantime…” he starts but never finishes his sentence, rubbing your clit between two fingers. The jolt of pleasure proves to be counterproductive as your muscles tighten around his cock. You hate how weak you are to his fingers. One of these days, you know he’s going to catch on and make you get on your knees and beg before he even lays a finger on you. You won’t be able to resist, either.

“Fuck,” you huff. His fingers find a nice rhythm, gradually getting stronger and more intense. You give into the pleasure and throw your head back for just a second. But if he continues down this path, you’re going to come before you’ve got him halfway in. To prevent your bundle of nerves from exploding on the spot, you pull both of his hands up to your breasts as a distraction. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You have the perfect tits, you know that?” He squeezes them both like stress balls even though you know he hasn’t had anything to stress about since midterms. It’s probably just the frustration building for every additional second he’s forced to wait before fucking the shit out of you.

Once he’s in as far as he’ll go, his hands slide down to your waist where he has a strong grip on you. Like the gentleman he is, he lets you take the lead first. You use a combination of your hips and thighs to leverage your weight up and down his length. Meanwhile, your greedy little fingertips take the opportunity to get acquainted with his hard abs. You’re once again reminded of how in shape he is. His commitment to everything important—his health, his studies, his future, you—is so incredibly attractive.

Despite how much you crave wild sex, this first bit is still slow and sensual, just until you adjust to his size. Your hips are hard at work on his cock, and you find it kind of romantic the way he gazes into your eyes as you pleasure yourself on him. 

As you speed up, you hear more and more grunts and groans from the boy’s throat. And once you’ve got a steady pace going, you start to feel his hips move beneath you. His thrusts are so strong that you’d probably bounce right off his cock if not for his hands keeping you strapped into place. At least he gets a nice little show from your bouncy tits he loves so much.

“Is rough okay with you? I can go harder,” he says with the smuggest look on his face. You didn’t realize there was a level up from what he was already doing. Not in that position anyway.

As soon as you nod, he lifts your entire body up off his cock like it’s nothing, just to show off the results of his daily visits to the gym. In a smooth transition, the two of you switch positions with you on your back and him on top.

You get a good look at him holding his big throbbing cock over you, and your hand wanders down between your legs on instinct without you realizing it. You rub away and feel how swollen and close you are to hitting your high. 

Leaving your legs spread open, you eagerly wait for Jungkook to shove himself back into you. He angles his cock at your entrance and works his way inside you with relative ease this time around.

“You’re so fucking tight,” the boy growls. He cups your chin and steals a passionate kiss from you before pinning you against the pillows. He has a gentle hold on the wrist with the bunny fairy flying right above it.

“And you’re so fucking big,” you finally admit, hoping to unlock another horny masculine urge from him. “It feels so good.”

The roughness behind his first few thrusts is a not-so-subtle reminder to hold on tight. You reach around with your free arm to hang onto his back, like an innocent hug that eventually turns dirty. If the sex gets any rougher, Jungkook might have a few claw marks on his back like he’d been scratched by a feral cat.

With your claws dug deep into his skin and your other arm still held down above your head, you feel secure beneath him—secure enough to ask to be fucked as hard and deep as your boyfriend can go.

The first opportunity you get, you throw your ankles up over his shoulders to angle yourself better and casually suggest deeper penetration. And as soon as you say the words, the boy pounds his cock into you and hits just the right spot. Over and over again.

The moan that escapes your throat is the filthiest sound you’ve ever made. It’s a combination of pure pleasure and you trying to fight off an orgasm. If you weren’t so caught up in the sex, you’d probably feel at least a tiny bit embarrassed. Instead, it only encourages you to keep losing yourself to the pleasure as you inch closer and closer to your high. You’re just really glad no one else is around to hear it.

“I’m close,” you say, making a total mess of his hair. He continues to fuck you hard while swirling his fingers down around your clit to finish you off. God, you love his fingers.

“I can tell, babe,” he chuckles sweetly. Of course he can tell. You wouldn’t be making lewd sounds like that unless you were at the peak pleasure of really good sex. And you love how he can continue to be so playful and endearing even when you’re about to come all over him.

You suddenly gasp out in pleasure and claw your nails into his neck. Your toes curl above his shoulders, and your pussy tightens its grip around his cock. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how fucking huge he feels inside of you.

As you ride out the waves of your orgasm, Jungkook uses the momentum to match your pleasure with his own. You run your hand against his back in a massaging motion and say his name softly to let him know you’re his number one supporter at the final stretch of this full-body workout session. 

He grunts your name back along with a lot of sloppy profanity in response to an exceptionally strong clench around him. He gets harder and harder with each thrust until you feel yourself being filled with his creamy glaze. It’s like a massive release of all the sexual tension that had built up from the day you two met. In your experience, normal sex doesn’t feel this good. Then again, you’d like to think you and Jungkook don’t have a normal relationship. 

It’s something special, and you want to cherish it forever.

You feel the wet trail that’s left behind as Jungkook pulls out, proof that it wasn’t all just a wild sex dream. His cock is drenched like a freshly glazed donut. You lick your lips even though you know you’re too worn out for another round.

“Hungry?” your boyfriend asks with the biggest grin before drowning you with a thousand soft kisses. “For actual food, I mean.”

“Right, actual food.” Your voice still has a naughty undertone as you hop up off the bed and stretch out your limbs. You make sure to give the boy a nice view of your glowy post-sex body. Maybe he’s also worked up an appetite just by staring at your naked self. An early dinner might be in order.

After washing up, you throw on one of Jungkook’s oversized tees and walk into the kitchen. The cat is busy eating her seafood dinner while the handsome chef is stirfrying noodles and veggies with what smells like the okonomi sauce you recommended to him some time ago. You spot the half-empty bottle on the counter to confirm your suspicions.

“You’re right, this sauce makes everything better,” he says with a noodle hanging from his mouth. He slurps it up and gives you a small bite to try as well. It tastes so familiar yet brand new at the same time. Something tells you it’s the chef that makes all the difference. You’d eat those noodles every day if Jungkook were the one cooking them for you.

“We should try making actual okonomiyaki one time,” you suggest, dishing the meal out between two bowls. That would be a fun little date activity—shopping for ingredients together, struggling to make a proper okonomiyaki, and eating it anyway when things go horribly wrong.

“Ooh, yeah. Have you seen all those videos where they’re throwing all the shit together on one of those hot plates and it comes out perfect every time? They make it look easy.” He pulls out his phone, and the two of you spend the next half hour going down the okonomiyaki rabbit hole as you fill your bellies. Never mind that you’ve already seen these videos. You just love Jungkook’s enthusiasm because it reminds you that your bond with him will never just stop at art and tattoos.

It’ll go as far as you and Jungkook want to take it. In your mind, the sky is the limit, and you’ll aim for the stars every time.

After a long day of big reveals, tattoos, sex, and okonomiyaki, your body is finally running low on energy. You curl up with the cat in Jungkook’s bed as the boy finishes his shower. All you can think about is how perfect the day has been. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy until your smoking hot boyfriend returns with wet hair and no shirt. You’re not ashamed to say you’re wide awake now after seeing his bare skin again. As soon as he rolls onto the bed, you snuggle up to his chest. Your nose is filled with his spiced body wash, and you’re tempted to breathe him in until you’re intoxicated.

“So…” Jungkook sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs the tiny cat and moon on the side of your boob. “Are you going to tell me more about this tattoo?”

“I want to know what you think about it first,” you say, sitting up and lifting your shirt up just enough for him to see the design clearly. He examines it again and even holds your hand tattoo up right next to it for comparison.

“It’s like night and day. The dark and mysterious cat on the moon, and the bright and innocent bunny fairy. One is for everyone’s eyes, while the other is hidden away waiting to be found.”

“I didn’t even think of that.” You’re thoroughly impressed by your boyfriend’s critical thinking. You wonder what that analysis says about you.

“Oh, and it reminds me of Sailor Moon,” he adds. Of course the biggest Sailor Moon enthusiast in the room would pick up on the loose inspiration for that design. 

With a soft laugh, you lay back down and resume the cuddling session. You wish you’d never left. It’s so warm and toasty in Jungkook’s arms. And you know you’re always safe with him.

“Can I tell you a behind the scenes secret about this tattoo?” You point to the side of your boob. The boy nods. “It was either this tiny one or a whole sleeve.”

“You were really considering a whole sleeve?” He runs his hand up and down your arm to generate more body heat. “What happened with that?”

“You know how, when you’re in this industry, people expect you to be covered in art? When your arms look like mine, a lot of people will question your authenticity, especially when you’re just starting out,” you explain.

You might have celebrities and fellow artists who’ll back you up now that you have a large portfolio and presence on social media, but it wasn't easy for you in the beginning when you had no one.

You’d heard a lot of shit being said about you, and you tried to push past it, but it got to be too much at some point. You specifically remember another artist saying, “What does she know about tattoos if she doesn’t have any tattoos of her own?”

That’s when you decided to bite the bullet despite how you felt about needles.

“I just thought it’d be easier to move forward if they could see how passionate I was about tattoos. A sleeve would’ve been clear proof of that.”

Jungkook plants a kiss on your sleeveless arm. “The assholes who judged you clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.”

“I eventually realized that,” you say softly. “I ended up designing the whole sleeve, only to look at it later and say I couldn’t go through with it.” 

“The last thing you want to do is have a whole sleeve of resentment tattooed to your skin,” he says. Your boyfriend says the wisest things sometimes.

“That’s why I downgraded,” you agree. “Part of me still wanted a tattoo, but it didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. So I went with this cute little guy and tucked him away for a handsome boy to find a few years later.”

“I’m glad you let me see it.” Jungkook gives your whole body a good squeeze. “I bet your sleeve design was sick, though.”

You roll over to grab your phone and scroll through your photos. Once you track down the design in question, you hand your phone over to the boy.

“Oh shit.” His eyes are wide as he zooms in to catch every little detail. Among all the chaos you’d thrown into the piece, Jungkook points out something intriguing. It’s a black panther perched on a crescent moon. It still surprises you how good the details came out on it.

“That’s the one part of this whole design that I still really like,” you say. Clearly you have a soft spot for the moon panther. Otherwise you wouldn’t have the miniature version of it tattooed to your breast. “It feels like a waste to have abandoned it.”

“Weren’t you supposed to have a consultation today to discuss design details with a client?” Jungkook hums innocently as if he’s not referring to himself. “He might be interested in the moon panther, if that’s an option.”

You draw an imaginary circle on the boy’s forearm that isn’t already covered in ink. It’s easy to imagine that sort of tattoo on him. It suits him perfectly. “It’ll look good on you.”

“I can’t wait.” Jungkook does that adorable wrinkly grin again and melts your heart away. “By the way, was that the origin story for how you got the name snowsleeve?”

“Yeah.” You smile back. You’ve always had a special attachment to your IG handle because it’s a reminder that you’re a tattoo artist whether or not you have a sleeve to prove it. That was the confidence boost and secret identity you needed back then before you had people on your side—and before you had Jungkook. “But now that I think about it, I might have to change that name if you ever cover my arm in more bunny fairies.”

You wonder what clever name you’d change it to. Or maybe you’d start going by your real name. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

After letting out a huge yawn, you kiss Jungkook on the lips and drift off to sleep feeling so warm and safe in his arms.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook tattoo #bts bad boy au #jungkook #bts

[luciathcv]

er ist ein gangster - jjk

summary: gangster!jungkook x reader - in which you fall in love with a gangster (inspired by vorstadtjunge by sxtn) || warnings: suggestive content (no full on smut), they smoke weed, mentions of a gun || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 1400

when he came over to you in a party

you should've pushed him away

told him to fuck off

you knew that he was no good

your friends warned you about him

but you couldn't help it

you hung out for the remainder of the party

him and you

and then, he offered to drive you home

you weren't sure what that would lead to but one thing you knew for sure is that you weren't about to let him fuck you after only a few hours of knowing him

he arrived in front of your house, the only reason he could do that was because your mom was out with her friends, not there to witness her daughter getting dropped off by jungkook

jungkook kind of had a reputation

a bad one at that

before you got out of the car, jungkook kissed you

you kissed him back, okay with just this but then you felt his hand going under your shirt

you pushed his hand away, telling him you weren't ready for all of that

he brought his hands away, holding them up, "my bad, i should've asked." he says

you can't help but giggle a little

you exchanged numbers while at the party so you guys both started texting ever since that night

he was working towards getting his license to become a tattoo artist

you had noticed his many tattoos on his arm and on his hand

you found it kind of hot

you were only still a senior in high school which was okay since he was only a year-ish older than you

one day, after school, you were starting your walk home when you saw a familiar matte black car pull up beside you

the tinted windows were rolled down and you looked inside and saw jungkook in the drivers seat, motioning for you to get in

so you did

he drove around with you for a while, talking, all that

he said he wanted to take you out that night

you were still in your uniform and just gross from being at school all day so you told him that you needed to back home but were fine with it

he gave you a small smirk before driving you back home

he kissed you once more before you left his car and went inside to get ready

later that night, around midnight, you got a text from jungkook saying that he was here, parked around the corner

you snuck out through the back door, something you'd never done before him, and headed to his car

he drove you to a place by a cliff that overlooked the city

he made sure that he backed into the parking spot so that he could open the trunk and sit with you back there while still being able to admire the view

you both sat in the trunk and he pulled out a little canister

in the canister was blunts, pre-rolled up and ready to be smoked

he took one out and pulled out his lighter that he always kept handy in his pocket

he lit the blunt that he held in his mouth with his teeth and took a puff

he then offered you the blunt but you declined (at first)

he just shrugged and didn't pester you anymore but after a few minutes, you were shyly asking him if you could try it

he handed it to you and you put in your mouth

you took a hit and couldn't help but cough a little as you handed him back the blunt

he laughed a bit

"first time?" he asked

"yeah.." you shyly admitted

"don't be shy. i can be your first time for a lot of things." jungkook responded

you shyly slapped his chest in embarrassment, making him laugh again

the next weekend, he invited you to come to his place

he picked you up, and drove you their

not wanting you walking around their alone

he didn't live in the best area

he knew that

but he knew he'd protect you as long as he was there with you

you walked inside his small house

you were shocked that he could even afford this place at such a young age

even if it wasn't much, it cost a lot to have a house

you were so innocent in that way

you and him drank, smoked, and just chilled and well, one thing led to another and you lost your v-card to him

that next morning, you'd woken up before him

you weren't sure what to do

do you do the walk of shame out of here?

leave while he's still sleeping without a word

or what?

when you went to get out of bed, he groaned and stopped you, asking where you were going

you stuttered as you tried to find the words

he just pulled you closer to him, hovering over you and kissing you, "you were really just going to leave?" he asked with a small smirk

"well, i thought that was what you wanted a hookup-"

you knew his reputation

he was a textbook fuck boy

but for him, this was different

he wouldn't have even bothered texting you after the first night if you were like the other girls

let alone, hang out with you all these times

"do you want this to just be a hookup?" jungkook asked, still hovering over you

"no.." you admitted nervously

"then i don't either." he says

weeks went by and you were still going steady

thing was, you still weren't exactly aware of his... affiliations, i guess you could call it

you never really took the time to connect the dots

that was until one night

you were chilling on the couch with him

watching a movie

when there was several aggressive knocks in his front door

you flinched and he sighed, patting your head before getting up and walking over to the door

you watched as he opened the door slightly and started talking to someone

he looked back over to you and when he saw you looking, he pushed the guy back a little and stepped out of the place, shutting the door

after a few minutes, jungkook came back inside

you look over at him and he walks over to me, sitting down next to you and putting his arm around your shoulder like nothing even happened

"who was that?" you ask

"a friend." jungkook responds

"a friend?" you repeat

"yeah." he says

"what happened?"

"what do you mean?" jungkook asks

"he was banging on the door.."

"it's nothing, baby. don't worry about it." jungkook tells you

you pout a little as you scoot away from him a little, not liking that he obviously wasn't telling the truth

jungkook let out a huff, "what's wrong?"

"why are you lying?" you ask

jungkook doesn't say anything for a few moments

"baby, i'm just looking out for you." he tells me

"how?" you ask confused, but with a bit of attitude

"babe, drop it." jungkook responds, passively

you do drop it, but that doesn't mean you act like nothing happened

you push his arm off of me and move to the other side of the couch

jungkook huffs, truth be told, he had a bit of a temper

"come here." he tells you

"no." you say

"y/n." he sternly said

you gave in, moving closer to him

"baby, i... i'm involved with some bad people. you understand?" jungkook asks

you don't say anything as i connect all of the dots in my head

the fact he has a whole house so young, the way he constantly had drugs on him, the gun that i'd found in his glove box, the way he'd always tell me he was busy but never tell me why, his tinted windows, the way he always seems to have money to spend

"oh," you say, understanding what he was getting at

"i'm sorry, baby. i should've told you from the start. i knew you wouldn't want to be with me if i did, though. i'm so selfish. i shouldn't have even gotten you involved in all of this." he tells you

you just pull him into a hug and he hugs me back

"i love you." you say, saying those three words for the first time in our relationship

jungkook stiffens a little before relaxing, "i love you too." he says back

er ist ein gangster

doch ich werde ihn für immer lieben

he is a gangster

but i will love him forever

-- link to my masterlist

#bts #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #jungkook imagine #kpop #romance #established relationship #fluff #gangster!jungkook x reader #bad boy x good girl #luciathcv

[jeonbunnie]

just finished crying my eyes out to love is gone & why do i lowkey want oc to have a major glow up, run into jungkook months later & him realizing he made the biggest mistake of his life like i want him to grovel so bad for her just so he feels a little bit of what she felt … omg 😭

I can totally see it 😌

He runs into you six months later, and the realization hits him like a truck. He fucked up.

You're out with your friends sitting at the bar, looking hot as fuck in tight little number he'd love to peel off you if your were still his. But you're not. And the only person he has to blame for that is him.

And maybe he's had a few drinks, but all he can think about is how pretty you look. Your skin is glowing, and your smile is brighter than he's ever seen, radiant like the sun. Suddenly, it hits him that this smile is not for him. That you'd smile might never be his again, and he's desperate.

He'd do anything to have that kind of sunshine in his life again.

“(Y/n)?”

It's not even a choice to call your name. It just happens. And yeah, maybe he's a little drunk, and if he were sober, he'd have the decency to leave you alone, but he just can't.

One minute, you're locking eyes; the next, he's chasing after you in the crowd, asking you to wait, to just hear me out.

You don't stop for even a second. It's not until you're out of the club and halfway down the street that Jeongguk even manages to catch your jacket and bring you to a pause.

“(Y/n), please. Just wait—"

"What? What do you want, Jeongguk? What could you possibly want with me now?"

Jeongguk wants so much he doesn't know where to start. He tried to apologize, to tell you it was a mistake. He was so, so stupid to think he could ever live without you.

It's been a couple of months since Jeongguk left your bed and walked out of your life. The moment he left your side, he regretted it. And with every step he took away from you, the feeling of dread only got stronger.

He tried to brush it off, tried to reason it out. Things were still fresh; of course, he'd still feel an emotional connection to you. It would pass. Right?

Except it didn't. That empty, hollow, missing feeling didn't go away.

Not when he moved out. Not when he got his own empty, lonely apartment. Not even when Jeongguk tried dating again. Because no one he dated could compare to you.

That ache for you stayed. Always.

He wanted to tell you all of this, but he can't tell by the look on your face that he only has a couple of minutes—hell—seconds before you turn around and leave him behind. This time for good.

So Jeon Jeongguk kneeled, his knees pressing into the hard concrete beneath him. It was gravelly, and he could feel wet spots sink into his jeans from when it rained outside earlier, but he couldn't find it in himself to care about the mess.

All he cared about was you.

Jeongguk begs. "Please. Please give me another chance."

"What? You broke up with me, remember?" You moved to pull away, but Jeongguk held your hand, anything to keep you near.

"It was a mistake. Ending us was a mistake."

"Jeongguk… you're drunk. You won't even mean this in the morning."

"I mean it! I mean it."

I regret it every day." Jeongguk leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek against your thighs. Maybe it's a little pathetic, but he can't help himself; he needs to be close to you in any way he can. "Can't we just start over?"

"Jeongguk…"

Jeongguk looked up at you then, his nose red and his lashes wet with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He means it; he really does. Jeongguks hasn't been more sorry about anything in his life.

"If you give me another chance, I won't ever let you go again. Say yes. Please?"

Please, please, please?

#this was supposed to be a paragraph lol #jungkook drabble #jeongguk drabble #boy is down BAD #fic: love is gone #obsessed with this ask the idea of its playing in my head rent free #but i like the thought of him begging too much 😂 #i mean? can u picture his sweet whiny voice? #SIGH🤧 #oh to have jjk beg for u like ahn sohee in seven …..😮‍💨 #mail.💌

[swmeltem]

I thought I was too mature a woman to like vagrant men, but I would do anything to have a toxic relationship with this Agust D💘

#suga #yoongi #agust d #rapper #handsome #boyfriend #boyfriend material #cuteness #jungkook #bts #rm #jimin #taehyung #seokjin #bangtan #jhope #agustd #kpop #idol #namjoon #army #toxic relationship #bad man #bad boy

[azucarmorena97]

Moth to Flame (Yoongi Short)

A/N: This is connected to Yoongi's part in my BTS As Cliched School Tropes piece

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, some smoke escaping the corners of his mouth as he tries to hold it in for as long as possible. He stares across the water at the distant lights. Your stomach is doing cartwheels as you wait for him to say something...anything. "You gonna tell me why you did it?" You ask, heart pounding loudly in your ears; you're trying desperately to hold back your tears. "Nothing to say," He shrugs, the cold expression never leaving his face. "Nothing to say, huh?" You repeat, letting out a bitter laugh. "The fuck do you want me to tell you, Y/n? That the only reason I approached you that day at the park was because I thought you'd be a good fuck? And now you're like a fucking flea that won't leave? Truth doesn't sound so damn nice when it's that fucking truthful, does it?"

At this point, tears are streaming down your face and your lip is trembling beyond your control. You don't need this. Any of it.

"Well...glad I finally know where I stand..." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it's all you can manage. You stand up and dust yourself off, not wanting any remnants of this abandoned and decrepit building- or relationship- on your clothes when you get home tonight. Without another word, you turn around and walk out the way you came.

Yoongi's POV:

I can't bring myself to say a word just yet. I need to build the courage- especially because after this, it's all over. No take-backs, no redos, and absolutely no I'm sorry. It feels like my heart is gonna burst from my chest.

"Watch your fucking back, because I'm coming for you and your entire block."

The words play on a loop in my head, looming over me like a curse. I should've never let her get mixed up in this. I should've been more careful...I should've never gotten close to her in the first place.

"Why'd you bring me here?" She asks, her eyes doe-like and innocent...and so full of pain. Pain...because of me.

"Just...wanted to talk." "Okay...are you gonna start with the picture?" "What picture?" I pretend to not to know- in fact, I'm pretending like I wasn't the one to send it to her through the burner phone in the first place. She reaches into her pocket and takes out her phone, meanwhile, I brace myself so that I'm ready to keep the lie going. She turns her phone around, showing me the picture I coordinated for Jimin to take of me kissing Jennie.

I feel so horrible as I glance at the screen and then at Y/n's beautifully broken face... What I wouldn't do to tell her the truth. To hold her in my arms and comfort her- tell her it was all a lie.

But I can't comfort her. Not this time.

"What about it?" I won't even meet her gaze again. I might just break down if I do. "You gonna tell me why you did it?" I can tell she's trying to keep her voice steady, but it's no use- I know she's wavering. "Nothing to say..." "Nothing to say, huh?"

I'm so sorry for this, my beautiful girl...

"The fuck do you want me to tell you, Y/n? That the only reason I approached you that day at the park was because I thought you'd be a good fuck? And now you're like a fucking flea that won't leave? Truth doesn't sound so damn nice when it's that fucking truthful, does it?"

In that moment, I can almost audibly hear her heart shatter to pieces, meanwhile, my world is crumbling at my feet...my own doing.

When I see the tears falling, I almost break, myself, but I have to be strong. "Well...glad I finally know where I stand..."

When she turns around to leave, I almost reach out to pull her back but then I remember

that this is only small price to pay to keep her safe... to keep her alive.

Lemme know what you think! DM's, requests always open for short stories/prompts/suggestions for existing stories! <3

#bts #yoongi #suga #bts suga #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #bts angst #bts imagine #yoongi bad boy #jungkook #taehyung #namjoon #seokjin #jimin

[btsydtrash]

close to you by Rihanna reminds me of euphoria!jk what do we think

we agree entirely!

yn isnt a normal person.

even if jk wasn’t as intense or as obsessed, she would’ve been prickly, mean, distant and skittish. in fact, being with someone as devoted and pathetically in love is what yn needs. she needs to feel like she’ll never be left behind, like her wickedest and most evil thoughts won’t turn him away, so she can let her fear of abandonment go.

she isn’t innocent, she isn’t normal, she’s broken and damaged and hurt and volatile. and jk is right there beside her - he doesn’t care. he just wants her.

- moni 🐼

#euphoria asks #bad boy jungkook

[alphabetboyluvr]

Can I request jungkook talking about how much he likes byeol to jimin? Or smth that shows jk pining after her heheh

🪩 WORDCOUNT | 827 (i am incapable of keeping things short (!)) 🪩 NOTE FROM HOLLY | i’d argue this is more fawning than pining, but i wanted it to be fairly early on in the narrative!! We have a small time skip during BD #6 - i think it belongs in there!! maybe a little later!! idk!!

🪩 BD DRABBLES MASTERPOST 🪩

“Was different last night, wasn’t it?” Jungkook mindlessly hums as he picks at the leftover pizza on the coffee table. Doesn’t even really want it. Just wants the perfectly circular pepperoni that’s embedded in the top of the slice, but eventually decides against it, knowing it’s been sitting out for way too long. 

“Hm?” Jimin grumbles from the sofa, scrolling on his phone, paying Jungkook very little attention.

Jimin's still a bit hungover, but The Notebook has been watched already, and a Powerade has been inhaled at such a speed Jungkook thought it’d come right back out through his nose. He’s as good as he’ll get for the remainder of the day.

Just back from the gym, Jungkook is in far better shape than Jimin is right now - but it makes sense. He was behind the bar last night, just like he is most nights.

“DB’s glitter,” Jungkook adds, as if that would have been a logical conclusion for Jimin to have reached from his vague questioning. Fails to realise it's only him with the constant thoughts of you. “Was different, wasn’t it?”

Chunkier, he thinks. More noticeable, or at least, easier to count the flecks. 

Still pretty. Always pretty. 

“Y’know, she was joking that it’s a men repellent,” Jungkook smiles fondly, remembering the way you always shine underneath the lights of Dionysus. “How mad is that? Glitter? Men repellent? Makes no sense.” 

He fails to realise that your comments are less about attraction, more about men who like to act without thinking of consequences. Glitter leaves a trace - of which Jungkook’s learned the easy way, his pillows still saturated in teeny tiny sparkles from that one time you crashed in his room. 

Those traces become evidence. Keeps the men with girlfriends away, and warns off the pathetic excuses of men who don’t understand boundaries. Less of man repellent, more of a scumbag barrier.

It’s also fun to be a walking disco ball, which is your primary reason for coating yourself in the stuff, even if the nickname is slightly less than favourable. You give them all glares whenever you hear it, but you only blush when it’s Jungkook saying the magic words.

“Always notice it,” Jungkook continues, a little smile resting on his boyish lips. As he toys with his lip ring, it glistens in the mid-morning light. “Glitter, I mean. Whenever girls come to the bar, now. If they’re wearing glitter, I’m always like, ‘Huh. You’re probably fun.’ Not in, like, a weird way. Just that… maybe they’re like DB. Y’know?”

“Mhmm,” Jimin agrees. “Fun, yeah.”

“No one else wears it better, though,” Jungkook praises. Is utterly lost in memories of you from the night before.

The way you had giggled every time a Purple Starfucker was passed over the bar. The messy space buns you'd had in your hair, and how there was even glitter in them. The pout you'd given him as you'd said goodbye, and the way Danbi had literally dragged you to the door, those cosmic calamities you like to call eyes still on him.

Smiling, as if he's just won an eBay bid for another 'sculpture' to add to his collection, Jungkook mindlessly continues his train of thought.

“DB just… well, she is glitter, isn’t she? Like a… Like a little shooting star. I always think that, y’know. Whenever she’s in the club. Just zooming about like a little shooting star.” 

His smile is so sweet, eyes so sparkly - just like they always are whenever he thinks of you.

“You’ve got a zoom meeting?” Jimin finally looks up from his phone, expression a little vacant. “With who?”

“What?”

“Sorry, were you talking?” Jimin bares his teeth a little awkwardly. Hadn’t been listening at all. Hadn’t even realised he’d been responding.

Had been too engrossed in a 5-Minute Crafts video. Was far more interested in seeing how they’d turn a pair of shoelaces into a pencil - resin is how, and an industrial size drill that no regular household would ever need. Disappointing. Still, he’d watched the entire thing.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Jungkook frowns, yet to realise that it’s a blessing in disguise. Jimin would never let it go.

“...Yes?”

The roll of Jungkook’s eyes is subtle as he heads into his bedroom. Has an assignment to finish off. Can’t be dilly-dallying, fawning over fuckin’ glitter.

“Hey,” Jungkook calls back, just before he turns into his room. “You and DB… that’s like… that’s not a thing, right?”

“DB?” Jimin glances over to Jungkook, curious by his line of questioning. Shakes his head. “Nothing more than what it was.”

“So you guys aren’t, like…”

Hooking up? Mutually interested? Intending on round two?

“Why?” Jimin smirks, not needing him to finish. “You got a crush?”

“No,” Jungkook defends almost too quickly. “Just curious. S’all.”

“No,” Jimin mimics. Jungkook groans, slamming his door shut, which just earns a laugh from his housemate. Doesn’t believe him for a second. “Just curious.”

“SHUT UP!” 

Jimin laughs again, then shakes his head. Is quiet, as he mutters to himself. “Cute.”

#return of the notebook!! #sooooo fun to think of early days jk he he he #so foolishly unaware!!!!!! #thinks that everyone feels the way he feels!!!!!! #stewpid boy!!!!!!! #jimin is stewpid too!!!!!!!! doesn't drink enough water before bed!!! #this was fun! #thank youuuuu #bd!drabbles #byholly #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook ff #jk ff #jungkook x reader #jungkook drabbles #bad decisions #bd!jk #dappleddaisies #jungkook fluff

[muniimyg]

PARALUMAN // KSJ (FT. JJK)

one is the sun, burning so bright he burns himself out; the other is the moon, too cold and distant to love you. sol at luna, both struggle to redefine friendship, love, and themselves

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in love and afraid of losing oc, jungkook attempts to clean up his act to compete with his calm and collected roommate who has done nothing but break oc’s heart over and over again

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pairings: 

childhood best friends // badboy!jungkook + oc 

sneaky link // jungkook’s roommate!jin + oc

au/genre: 

love triangle

best friends to lovers // friends with benefits to lovers // oc has no boundaries

smut, crack, angst

social media au + written 

warnings: 

implied + actual smut

name calling, slight age gap, love/hate friendships, slight mention of smol character death

toxic aspects such as: back and forths, lack of self respect, implied violence, gaslighting, manipulation, etc. 

parts: 

50+/50 ( completed 01/28/2023 )

index # paraluman jinkook

i . (10/10) the beginning of our end

01 | intro 

02 | wake up, imy 

03 | cute

04 | pushover

05 | happy friendship anni ✒️

06 | i have a crush on him 

07 | this stupid tent ✒️

08 | that’s not my hoodie✒️

09 | stay the night 

10 | the laundry 

ii . (20+/20) you are my paraluman 

11 | so what

12 | friday

13 | full offence

14 | noms

15 | focus on him

16 | hi

16.5 | the party

17 | be honest

18 | be serious

19 | the vase

20 | a concept (links from here on are wonky)

21 | pawpin

22 | tummy hurts

23 | be real

24 | lose it

25 | it’s you ✒️

26 | accusations

27 | you knew

27.5 | wya

28 | that’s my girl ✒️

29 | my love

30 | choose me ✒️

iii . (ongoing/20) the ending of our beginning (LINKS FROM HERE ON ARE BROKEN,, CURRENTLY FIXING)

31 | date

32 | breather

33 | unfair ✒️

34 | handstand

35 | do you even care ✒️

36 | hsm

37 | tried

38 | awkward

39 | make up or break up

39.5 | plot twist

40 | muse ✒️

41 | what about me

42 | stay ✒️

42.5 | when will you ✒️

43 | thank you

44 | era

45 | sol at luna ✒️ 

46 | what if

47 | i love you ✒️

48 | my sunrise

49 | the theory ✒️

50 | picturing 4ever

+ note

— tahana extra

— read if u wanna be sad

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