#btsff

[hritika13-tamboli]

J𝑒𝑜𝑛 J𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 1...

Series :

Lone blue egg @foxymoxynoona

Summary : Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he's a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. At least he's good at one thing: taking care of his precious egg. A comfort egg, not a real egg, he's not a real penguin, just a man with penguin DNA and behavioral tendencies. Just like Yoongi isn't actually an owl, even if he does stay up all night and sometimes hoot to fuck with their roommates. But this is a real love story, even if a slightly odd one.

Summer Nights @marginalmadness

Summary : A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

Evocation @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.

4-7-8 @jiminrings

Summary : you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you. alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

Love sewn @jvnghxope

Summary : You’ve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything –from his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.

Sweet tooth @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Alpha jeon @pbandjk

Summary: You’ve been raised to be a Luna since you were born. You’ve always had an idea of how your future would be, there was little room to imagine anything different. You’d meet your mate and fall madly in love, and the two of you would take over for your parents once they got older. But what happens when a certain wolf comes in and throws all of your plans on their head?

i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane @taexual

 Summary : jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

Please love me @ahundredtimesover

Summary : As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

Rattled @gukslut

Summary : "Jeongguk?" His chin quivers and he bites at his bottom lip, clenching his jaw as his eyes flood with tears, meeting Jin's questioning gaze as he collapses against Jin's broad shoulder, sobbing. Jeongguk struggles to make words come out of his mouth.Jin holds him tightly, not speaking, just waiting, trying to put the mess of puzzle pieces together in a way that might make sense. Finally, Jeongguk sucks in a heaving breath."I had a baby," he sputters out. "That's my baby.""I didn't know this baby existed eight hours ago," he chokes out, sniffling.

Lacrymaria olor @bonny-kookoo

Summary : In which you've survived on this foreign planet for more than two years until you're caught and brought to the King, who will decide your fate.

Bitchin @kinktae

Summary : The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

Under your skin @armpirate

Summary : You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Unstable @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Wrong place, wrong time, wrong everything. And yet, maybe it's not as bad as you thought.

One-shot :

Idealizations concerning real life relations @venusiangguk

Summary : jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

Night After Night @brown-bi-beautiful

Summary : "Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is".... You broke up with your boyfriend because he couldn't let go of his fuckboy antiques now he's gonna win you back whatever it takes.

If i told you || two-shots || @gukyi

Summary : in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

Scattered stars || two-shots || @taegularities

Summary : “And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.“

Welcome to the heartbreak show @numinousher

Summary : you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him?

In which she's done with him @minstrivia

Summary : Jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone !! happy ending!

Angel in the marble @venusjeon

Summary : after you fail to pickpocket him, the famous yet arrogant artist Jeon Jungkook takes you off the streets to make you his servant, and the more you know him, the more you realise he's not as detestable as everyone claims he is.

i can't wait to tell you, "i told ya'." @serendipitous-seven

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, a nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

Los Angeles Laker @xpeachesncream

Summery : being one of the most popular players in the nba, jungkook takes absolutely no shit from anybody. he could give a fuck about the press, what people think about him, serious relationships. it’s a personal hell getting wrapped up with jeon jungkook— and you can’t help but fall into the same trap as every other woman who crosses paths with him. the more you fall, the more you realize that you will never be able to change a man who doesn’t want to change his ways.

#jeon jungkook #fanfic #fic rec #bts fanfic #btsff #angst #jungkook #jjk ff #smut #jk ff #hybrid #bts jk #jungkook hybrid au #bts hybrid x reader #bts hybrid fanfic #jungkook masterlist #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic recs #fluff #bts #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook

[bts-0t-7]

Sharing The Moment | MYG

Pair: Yoongi x reader 

Summary: You and your son went to D-Day 3 to support Yoongi. Your son stole the show after appearing on stage and ARMY was absolutely… swooned. 

Genre: fluff, established relationship, parents au, married au

WC: 1169

Before the both of you stepped into the stadium, you could feel the ground vibrating from all the fan’s anticipation. The arena felt alive before the real show even started. It was the last day of Yoongi’s D-Day tour in Seoul and all the fans were there early. Whether is it giving out fanmade gifts, food, or drinks, they - Is that a tangerine in her hand? And is that a whole bag of it?!

The atmosphere was electric but for you, today was something even more special. You were not only here as a fan but also as Yoongi’s family. While ARMY’s certainly had eagle eyes, they have yet to catch on that you weren’t the only surprise that day. Your son, Min Ji-Hye, a carbon copy of his dad, was the source of the surprise. His little body was buzzing with energy. 

Since young, Ji-Hye has looked up to his father’s music and absolutely idolizes him. Every time Yoongi works from home or comes home with new music, Ji-Hye would demand listening to it even if it is the rawest version. Of course, Yoongi tries to keep the cursing to a minimum whenever Ji-Hye is around. 

The both of you found your seats in the middle catalogs which the staff has reserved especially for the both of you. Ensuring that Ji-Hye wouldn’t fall off his bumper seat, you started to set the area for the both of you so that you wouldn’t miss a single second to find some water. You were so engrossed in ensuring that your son had everything he needed that you didn’t realise Jin and Hobi were standing right next to you. 

You jumped when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, immediately turning around with large eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t cause trouble for your husband if you got mobbed or something during his concert. But you found two laughing figures and calmed down once you heard Jin’s signature laugh. 

“Yah, don’t scare me like that!” You chided.

“It was you who weren’t paying attention! We were here the whole time!”

You were about to shoot back another snarky remark when - “Seoul, ARE YOU READY?” 

Cheers from all directions engulfed you as fireworks lit up the stage. Yoongi came blasting from the backstage and no matter how many times you have been to BTS concerts, you never get tired of seeing them perform. The raw passion in their movements and voices always ensures that the audience has one of the best concerts. 

You turned over to see Ji-Hye at the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the stage. You had dressed him in Yoongi’s stage outfit, complete with a cap that looked a few sizes too big (it was taken from Yoongi’s closet). With his cat-like eyes and gummy smile, he was essentially Yoongi 2.0. 

Watching your son sing and jump to the lyrics of his father, your lips curled upwards in a loving smile. While he didn’t quite understand the depth and innuendos of the songs, he was enjoying himself and you knew how much this concert meant to him. With the news of Yoongi’s enlistment, you knew that your time together would be cut short for two years. 

You had told him that telling ARMY a day after the concert wasn’t going to be the best decision but management pulled through so it was scheduled as it is. So both of you continued to enjoy the concert with the new addition of Uncle Namjoon. 

As the music filled the stadium, Yoongi delivered an electrifying performance, pouring his heart and soul into every lyric. His presence on stage was magnetic and the fans were completely enthralled. You thought that you could hold back the tears as he broke down in front of all his fans but the tears streamed down your cheeks, staining them in a salty caress. 

Amidst the sea of fans, Ji-Hye suddenly squirmed and wriggled his way past the people in front of him. Running down the steps, you tried to catch him when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist. “He’s safe, don’t worry. There are guards everywhere.”

But you couldn’t help but worry. What if he got lost? What if fans start to swarm around him and he can’t make it to Yoongi or any of the guards in time? Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his little figure making his way up the stage. There was a collective gasp from the fans nearby as they realised what was happening. 

The surrounding security personnel recognised him and allowed him to approach the stage, guiding him carefully so that he didn’t fall down the large steps. Yoongi had just finished a ‘Life Goes On’ and was taking a moment to catch his breath when he saw little feet running up towards him. His eyes widened and broke out into a huge grin when he saw him, squatting down to his level and spreading his arms. The fans, realising that he was Yoongi’s son, started to cheer even louder. 

The moment Ji-Hye crashed into Yoongi, every ounce of fear that Ji-Hye would be afraid of the cheers washed away in that instance. Yoongi scooped him up, hugging him tightly as your son laughed into the microphone, causing another wave of cheers to vibrate the stadium. It was a moment of pure, unscripted love between a father and his son. You stared at the two most important people in your life on stage, celebrating as if they were the only ones in the world. 

The fans were absolutely swooning - taking in this whole scene with hearty eyes and red faces - their hearts melted by the sheer adorableness of the scene. They watched as Ji-Hye whispered something into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. 

Yoongi turned to the fans, holding Ji-Hye high above his head like the scene from Lion King. “This is my son, Min Ji-Hye.” He announced proudly. “He’s a little ARMY like all of you.”

The fans erupted into cheers, shouting their love for both Yoongi and his son. Ji-Hye waved at the crowd, his gummy smile wide, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart felt so big that it was going to explode. 

As the concert continued, Yoongi held Ji-Hye in his arms, dancing with him on stage during a couple of songs. It was a moment of pure joy and it was clear that this concert had become something extraordinary - not just for the fans but for Yoongi and your family. 

After the concert, Yoongi was still beaming with light as he continued to hold Ji-Hye in his arms. “You know, you stole the show today.” He chuckled to his son.  

Ji-Hye looked up at his father, eyes shining with admiration. “Daddy!” He swung his little legs. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”

Yoongi’s heart swelled with love. “You can be anything you want. Just remember to always be yourself.”

#btsfanfiction #bts #btsff #fluff #love #femalereader #music #yoongi #minyoongi #alternate universe #establish realtionship au #au #idol au #yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc #Yoongi x you #yoongi imagine #yoongi love #yoongi scenarios #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #married au #parents au

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic | JJK || Masterlist

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

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#armpirate #army #boxer #bts #btsfanfic #btsff #btsjungkook #btssmut #btsxreader #fanfic #ff #jeongguk #jeonjungkook #jk #jkxreader #jungkook #jungkookxreader #kook #kookie #kpop #reader #readerinsert

[vinetae]

Bloodline - PJM

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊɪᴍɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (Neighbor!AU)

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 18+ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ/ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ!ᴊɪᴍɪɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

Word count: 5k

Read the teaser - here

Taglist - here

Metal. That’s all Jimin could smell. Fellow kids watched as he stumbled back, landing flat on his ass to the hard cement. Hand coming to pinch his bloody nose, cursing under his breath in pain. 

“Aish, what are we gonna do with a pervert like you, huh?” Seo-Jin bows at the waist, body towering over Jimin as he looks down at the young boy in disgust. His clan of schoolmates are soon to chime in. 

“I think we should tie him up.” One comments, spitting on the floor next to where Jimin had laid. 

“Nah, little pervert would probably like it.” Seo-Jin’s voice is harsh and demeaning as his hand comes to grip Jimin’s chin tightly, tilting his head to catch the Senior’s hard gaze. “Fucking little pig.” 

Jimin’s chest heaves out a cough, spitting in Seo-Jin’s face. He lets out a chuckle, rising to his feet. Jimin’s eyes take a glance over to a small boy on the sidelines, watching as his fellow classmate gets beaten to a pulp. The small boy’s structure stood frozen, hands coming up to conceal his eyes from the bloody sight. Jimin’s teeth grit in pain and anger. Seo-Jin glances over to where Jimin’s stares had landed, a smirk pressing his lips. His body turns towards the young boy, as Seo-Jin’s two henchmen lift Jimin’s body from the blood-stained concrete, holding his head in place for the small school boy to see. His eyes widen with terror, as Seo-Jin’s arm comes to wrap around his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. 

“Yah, you know this boy?” His head shakes slowly, watching as one of the older boys lands a harsh blow to Jimin’s stomach, as he spews out a cough of blood onto the cement. Seo-Jin’s arm tugs at the boy’s figure, shaking it gently. 

“You sure you don’t know him..” Seo-Jin leans to the side, reading the young boy’s name tag as he continues. “Taehyung-ie?” 

Taehyung’s head shakes violently, eyes squeezing shut as to not watch this horrific scene. 

Seo-Jin scoffs, pushing Taehyung to the ground with a harsh shove. 

“If that’s how you wanna play.” 

..

His skin burned with fire. Blood tripping to escape, just for the boiler’s heated surface to swallow up any trace of skin left. His flesh melted away as if it had been a bowl of ice cream sitting in summer’s sun. Jimin frantically screams out, body writhing back and forth, but it has been no use. He was immobilized. Useless. Helpless. Seo-Jin’s left foot baring down between Jimin’s shoulder blades, as the two other students push his arm further against the boiler, earning a loud, shrieking scream from the struggling boy. 

Seo-Jin chuckles, deepening his heel onto Jimin’s spine. “You fucking like that, you little bitch!?”

Tears stained Jimin’s reddened cheeks, as the last bit of flesh he had of his forearm, diminished. Leaving only in its trail a path of pain and sorrow. Tears for the person he once called ‘friend’. 

..

Once he'd finished grad school, he'd decided to move into a small little town on the outskirts from the city. Nature calling, rather than his boss. He preferred it that way. Not having to listen to anymore dramatic, stretched college sex stories of who fucked who. His mind had been at peace.

Until a certain little lady stepped into his sight.

The white tailed summer's dress cascaded down her elongated figure. Half exposed legs stretch further than he could see. A pair of sparkly, white heels to match.

Certainly wasn't a usual sight for the south.

His breath rolls out in a few hushed chuckles, wiping the excess paint from his feather brush. He watches the young woman haul the minimal of her suitcases towards the neighboring house, plopping the load onto the bouncy oak planks of Miss Kim's old porch.

He lowers himself down to the little padded chair he'd sat out for his creative activities, knee bending at the joint as he relaxes a bit. The cool winds of summer brush along his lightly tanned skin like his brush strokes upon the once blank canvas.

His eyes train upon the newly announced stranger's slim figure, watching as she struggles searching for the key the previous owner had hid. A chuckle rolls from his breath, mind wandering to his faded memories of the previous tenant.

A few moments drip by, before he mumbles a few, familiar words to her un-aided struggles.

"Flower pot."

After a few more seconds, he watches the expression of her features shine like the sun. Lighting up like the fourth of July, as your hands place themselves right where he'd silently explained.

A smile creeps his sharp features.

Interesting.

..

Your hands fumble with the keys. If only the renter hadn’t used her space set as a ring holder for Christmas pictures of her cats. 

You take in a deep breath, scanning the room  as you take in all of its glory. A true to form, traditional house, on a beautiful piece of property. The backyard looks out into the open lands, making out nothing but freedom and skies from here on out. Your chest finally felt like it had been lifted. A weight, no longer burdening your heart. 

Feet trailing along the wooden heated floors, you get to work. Ripping the clear sheet protectors served to preserve the clean looks of her furniture. Small lamps sit in the corner, as you start setting up some of the items Miss Kim had put away for a while. 

After a few minutes of preparing the place you’ll be staying for the next week, your lips tug to a smile. Admiring your hard work. Your head turns to check the clock. 

1pm. 

It had taken about five hours to drive to this little town. The craigslist ad seemed a little sketchy at first. Once you checked the location, and talked with the verified tenant, you’d decided to book it for the week. A relaxing vacation near some open land and wildlife is just what you needed. 

Reaching into your luggage to pull out your painting easel, you set your things up on the back porch. 

..

The camera zooms to focus. Lens calculating in his grasp, as he snaps the beautiful scene. Life’s wondrous views, right in the palm of his hand. The figures curved and shaped to beautiful proportions, as a glowy afternoon dew drips down the scene. 

Her muffled screams ruin the sight. 

Jimin’s eyes roll, ripping another strip from his packaged tape, slapping a double piece to shut the struggling woman up. His knees bend at the joints, as he places a finger against the duct tape that had been hiding her thinned lips. Eyes glasses and fogged, as she had looked gaunt and malnourished. 

It had been her own fault, anyways. Jimin offered, for days on end, some delicious meals to her, but she just kicked the serving tray away and screamed. Fought him on every little thing.Beginning to be fed up with her antics, he’d been left with no other option. 

Her back propped against the hard concrete wall’s vertical surface. Thinning limbs trembling in starvation as she begins to thrash around violently, working with what little space of movement she had been given. Jimin’s eyes roll, as he grips the ball of her ankle, yanking her body forcefully down the wall’s flat. Her figure slides down to collide her back with the cement floors, a loud whine exiles her taped lips. 

 Jimin tsks, caressing the crown of her head gently. 

“You know, this would’ve been a lot smoother for you if you had just done what I said.” He sucks in a breath, before his palm hits the side of her thigh, earning himself a covered moan. A smirk plasters his cheeks, as he sets the camera to ‘flash’. He angles the lens to ghost over her body, getting a clear and full shot once.

“Smile” 

..

Your hands reach up, feeling the efforts of your paintings taking a toll on your bad posture. You place the brush down, leaning back to admire your small artwork. The beautiful mountains peak high in the background, as a stream of water rushes past, making the sight one of mother nature’s most beautiful works. You never really liked the city anyways. Always preferring the peaceful side of the country, to the buzzing hum of the rich. Actually, it was never a hum. More like a shout. 

Your French-dipped nail drags along the canvas’ filled spaces as a sigh escapes your lips.

..

The night sky dips down in watermarks across the horizon. Sun bidding farewell until the morning. Unpacking the rest of your things, you go to bed early. Hoping to awake bright and early in the morning for some sightseeing tours you’d signed up for. As your eyes are slow to drift away to Dreamland, your heart swells with all of the adventures you’re sure to encounter. All the different people, experiences, places, and more. 

..

This place was a ghost town..

Not a single soul was in sight. The town looked as if everyone had just upped and left as soon as you rolled in. Well, for the first few minutes of your miniature tour of the town, anyways.  Fresh baked rice cakes aroma could send even the strongest man to his knees. The delicious, chewy goodness tempts you strongly. Giving in, you quickly make your way to the little shop you’d spotted on the very end of town. 

His smile is warm and inviting. A man around your age stood tall in the window frame, as he flashes an early morning hello. Box-dyed blonde locks pulled back into a short ponytail, as his neck adorns a simple white button up collar, thighs wrapped in some cute loose blue jeans. 

“Hey there! What can I get chya?” 

Your nose follows the smell of scrumptious rice cakes. Finger automatically pointing towards the display case. As he’s preparing your to-go bag, you question. “Hey.. uh- where is everyone, by the way?” Your hands fiddle with the string of your coat, as his hand extends to give you your order. 

“Huh? What do you mean?” His arms place on the counter, eyebrow raising. 

“Uh..” You take another look around. “On the brochure..” 

He cuts in. “Brochure? Ohhh you mean Miss Kim’s listing?” You nod. His chest expands, letting out a laugh. “Ah.. she likes to over talk this place a lot.” Your eyebrow raises, as you take a bit of the little rice dough cylinder, he continues. “She’s lived here since the 30s. Her and her husband practically founded this little joint.” 

Your lips form an O-shape, chuckling. “Oh, so that’s why she was so enthusiastic about it..” He nods, upper body leaning closer to catch your gaze. His voice lowers, whispers colluding with the summer air. “It’s a quiet town, maybe a little too quiet…”  Your head swivels, catching him bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“I’m kidding! There’s no ghosts here or anything, promise. So, how long are you staying?” His boxy smile makes your cheeks burn red from embarrassment. To think, you took this countryside boy seriously for a second. His hand reaches around, scratching at his neck. 

“Oh, just until Saturday. I’m leaving early in the morning.” You reply, admiring the shop’s vintage aesthetic. It’s like everything in the town has been put on pause, like time has not affected anything in it. As if it had been Father Time’s favorite child.

“So..” You start, licking the little rice cake sauce from your thumbs, making a popping sound. You catch Adam's Apple bob up, then back down. Tongue swiping across the pad of your lips as you continue. “What’s a guy like you doing here?” 

His eyebrow raises. “Guy like me?” He doesn’t recognize the sentence. Well, that makes sense. By the way he’s dressed, he could’ve passed for just a rich, young looking grandpa. The slacks he wore had been pretty brand new looking as well, giving off ‘rich uncle’ vibes. In fact, his whole aura just screamed Old Soul.

“Uh well, you know?” Your voice begins to stutter, trying to fix the wording. “Like- a young guy. Handsome, pretty well off looking-” 

He stops for a second, processing the question. “You think I’m handsome?” A smirk presses his lips, as your heart begins to race. Shit. That’s not how you- you didn’t come here for a good fuck and run, Y/n. You came here to escape your problems, not add to them!

“I- uh.. I would be lying if I said no but-” He chuckles, tapping the counter softly. 

“Ah, you seem really nice but I’m uhm..” Your eyebrows knit together, trying to fill in the blank. He pulls his phone from pocket, as the screen lights up brightly, showing him and a picture of another man - kissing.

Your cheeks flush red. Great, Y/n. You just automatically assumed his sexuality- Are you really that obsessed, thinking everyone wants to bang you!?

Your lips falter, a deep crimson tints your face. You wanted the world to swallow you whole. 

“I- Uh.. I’m- c-congratulations..” He smiles, sliding the little device pack into its pocket. His cheeks burn with the same embarrassment. 

“Hah, thanks? I mean you’re really pretty and all.. Ah, I’m sorry.” He extends his hand out as a peace offering. “Can we start over?” 

You nod, shaking his hand in agreement. His lips curve into a smile, as he introduces himself. 

“I’m Taehyung.” 

..

You needed a long bubble bath after that awkward situation. You and Tahyung had been talking for a few minutes before an elderly woman called him to the back. You quickly exchange goodbyes, as you make your way out of the little shop. Hands swinging the little decaled paper bag mid air, while walking the rest of the little town’s small trails. You scoot out of the way, making your body fall to the side. A hand catches your arm before you’re able to collide with the piles of thorny brush. 

“Are you okay, Miss?” 

..

Fucking banshee. Jimin lets out a sigh, scrubbing at his wooden floors with a small brush. Knees aching and bruised the dips and sharp cracks along the basement’s floors dig into the surface of his skin like tiny knives. He dips the scrubber back in the bucket of water, going back to cleaning the floors. Tugging the lower part of his lips between his teeth, he mumbles out a few curses towards the woman’s silent pleas. Her legs fold inwards to bring some kind of comfort to this situation. Jimin’s hand lifts her heel up from the floor, as she lets out a scream. He’s quick to tower her body, pinching her nostrils to cut off her airway. 

“I thought you said you were gonna be quiet.” He grumbles, fingers tightening on her nose. Eyes were red and swollen from how many times she’d cried just today. He let go as soon as he could see the blue starting to paint her cheeks. When she’s released, the tape flies off from the side, as she’s gasping for air. Chest heaving tightly, taking every gulp of air she could. Her body falls to the side, hunched and curled up into a ball, trying to protect what little sliver of dignity she had left. 

Jimin’s eyes roll, as he rips off another piece of tape from the large Costco sized roll he’d bought a few weeks prior to this event. . He thinks for a second, an image of the woman he’d seen earlier, settling in his body. He wondered how you’d sound with all tied and taped up. Would you scream? Beg? Plea for your life like the others? He knew some of the older kids now loved that kind of stuff. When he visited Seoul two years ago, serial killers, murderers and masked men were all the rage. So much so, that he thought Halloween had come early this year. Now, he just knows that this generation might be just as fucked up as he is. 

This brings a smile to his lips. The woman tries to kick her left leg towards him, but he’s too quick. Gripping onto her ankle to twist at the joint. She screams in agony, as his body leans over hers. Sweat glean off the surface of her fake-tanned skin, as he mentally groans in disgust at the sight. Her black, choppy locks cling to the sticky palette as her chest heaves in uneven breaths. His lips  graze the skin of her lobe, a deep and commanding tone clear in his voice as he whispers. 

“If you wanna keep this foot I suggest you shut the fuck up.”

..

She just had to scream, didn’t she? 

Jimin grudgingly hauls the large bag across the floor of his small house, before swinging it over his shoulders, making his way out the door. 

She screamed and screamed until her throat seemed as if it had shriveled up. He started to silently worry just a bit when he saw the color from her skin drain. After a few minutes of her screaming out some incoherent words -mainly threats by her tone, he assumed-, her body fell forwards. Lifeless and cold. Jimin’s hand stretched to her wrist, feeling for some kind of sign that maybe she’d just been exhausted. Her body gave into its own needs before putting up her pride as a shield for so long. His eyes widen just a tad at the lack of pulse. 

Nothing. 

(

The doorbell sounds through his tiny apartment. His hands clamp up at his sides, as he slowly opens the door to reveal a tiny woman. Her body was dressed in a simple pair of light-washed blue jeans, and a white cropped sweater. A shy smile curls the ends of her lips, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Can I come in?” 

After a short study session she places her textbook to the side, letting out a long breath of air. Arms reaching upwards, tugging the hem of her cropped sweater along with it. Jimin’s eyes glance down, feeling the back of his throat dry at the sight. Her exposed, slightly toned waist makes Jimin feel like Pavlov’s dogs they’d been studying for the past thirty-minutes. 

Jimin’s pulled out of his salivating state, as he notices the screen of her bunny sticker covered phone case lights up. She giggles, typing quickly back to send a message. 

Who was making her smile like that?

Maybe it’s a funny video her friend texted, Jimin thought. His hands had become a lot clammier since her arrival. Barely being able to hold his number two pencil in his hand long enough to jot down the notes you’d been taking alongside. 

Arms reaching upwards, she stretches once more. This time, lips parted slightly to allow a soft moan slip to unconsciously grace Jimin’s ears. As you rise to stand up, he panics.

No.. He thought. 

You can’t leave. 

In a matter of seconds he too is lifting off from the couch, the pile of textbooks and notepads falling from his lap in a hurry from his sudden action. Her head tilts in confusion from his jerked movements. 

“I- uh..” He couldn’t find a word to say. Everything in his mind ended with ‘please stay with me forever’.

Her eyebrow quirks, flashing the world’s cutest smile that makes his heartstrings tug in agony. 

She was torture. 

He was being tortured. Yet, blessed at the same time. 

For months on end, he’d been going around campus, bribing his way into her life. Talking to her friends, co-workers, colleagues, and even teachers. Now, he finally has her..

And he’s not planning on letting go anytime soon.

His voice is small and frail, but there were some dangerous intentions behind his meek exterior. On the outside, he looked nothing more than a cute little bookshop boy who’d looked as if he never even reached puberty to begin with. His thin and lean proportions due to the extra shifts at work, hadn’t helped his boyish, angelic appearance. 

However, there’s always thorns attached to roses. 

Her bright smile acts as if it could light up the dark pits of Hell itself. Cheeks tugging upwards as a rosy tint hues her features. She leans down to collect her things, stuffing them all back into the comfort of her drawstring bag before continuing. 

“Nice meeting you, Jimin.” 

As she makes her way towards his front door, he follows behind like a little puppy. Waiting for her to turn back around at any time, and just beg to stay, instead of it being the other way around. 

Her hand reaches for the door before he’s able to catch her. The silhouette of her figure lights up like an aura from the corridor’s fluorescent lights.

Just as quick as she’d entered his life, she was gone. 

His chest groans out, feeling the weight of her body on his. The smell of rotting flesh begins to decay inside the innocent looking gym bag. He’d dressed in a loose white tank-top and basket shorts to really sell the idea. Now, he hauls the bag out his pure daylight where anybody could see. Not that anyone wo-

“Ow!” A small girl yelps, as her body collides into his. He curses under his breath, helping the woman to stand to her feet. As straggles of your hair flip to the side, he feels a certain, familiar tug in his heart at the sight.

 The.. smell.  

She flashes a wide smile. “Oh- sorry! I didn’t see you there.” He returns the gesture, tilting his head to the side. Preening the false gesture in a sort of chivalrous manner. 

“It’s alright.” Fuck. 

He knows that perfume anywhere. 

Soon, your nose catches up to the scent emitting from the gym back. Hand coming to pinch your nostrils together at the oder. He chuckles, swinging the bag down for it to rest at his side. “Ah, sorry. I just got back from my workout.” 

“That’s okay. There’s a gym near here?” Yes. He silently celebrates his victory, as he points to the mountain’s direction. 

“Yeah, just over that hill.” He watches your head tilt to the side. Eyebrow raising. 

“A gym.. On the mountain?” 

He nods once more, which seems to help in buying in your trust for that obvious lie.

“Is it free?” His head shakes. 

“The only gym that’s free is the gym at home.” You chuckle, as he watches the cute little lines on your cheeks fade into sight. 

You nod politely. He masks the shock he felt  in his heart. Had you really not recognized him? Were you trying not to? I mean, he has built some muscle in the past few years.. And dyed his hair.. But, was he really that forgettable?

He tries to start the conversation back up, grasping for more information. “So, what brings you here? You don’t look familiar.” 

Liar. 

Your head swivels, taking a glance around at the beautiful sight you’d been blessed with. Mountain scapes far off in the distance, covered by a thin sheet of low hanging clouds, as the clear blue skies sing happily on this wonderful afternoon. “Ah, I’m just here on vacation.” 

He nods, taking in a breath. “Yeah, sure is beautiful. ” 

Bullshit. This place was nothing but tumble weeds and dead bodies to him. 

A shy smile graces your lips, as your head bows slightly in agreement. “So, maybe I can give you a tour sometime?” His hands dig into the pockets of his basketball shorts, dropping the duffel bag to the ground. 

Eh, it’s not like he’s trying to keep the mouthy bitch alive. 

Your head takes back to his large form. Something felt.. Odd about this man. A coiling feeling in your stomach twists and pulls, making the patterns in your heart begin to fasten. Hands brushing to the sides of your body, in hopes of seeming not too intimidated. 

“Yeah-” Just then, an echoed voice rips through the awkward conversation. His breath is staggered and running out, as he bends down to place his hands on his knees to catch a breath. 

“Taehyung?” You question, moving to the side to give him some room. 

“Y-You forgot your- shit, I needa down..” His ass plops to the dirt path, as Jimin’s eyebrow raises in confusion. Who was this man to you? Why had he never seen him before? Jimin’s eyes focus in more, much as his camera’s does when it’s needing a clear shot. The strange man had been sporting an apron with the cursive logo stamped on the chest. 

‘Taekkbokki’

He scoffs. 

“Kim Taehyung.” Jimin retorts, tasting the soured syllables against his tongue. The corner of his mouth curving upwards, as Taehyung takes a glance up. His body immediately went stiff at the sight of the familiar stranger. 

“A-Ah.. Jimin.” You glance between the two men, eyebrows quirking in confusion. Taehyung’s posture ceasing to show any confidence whatsoever. If he had a tail, it would surely be between his legs by now.  

“You two know each other?” 

A smirk presses Jimin’s lips, as he reaches down to the grass stalk to tug off a piece, curving his plush lips around the thinned strip of grass. His feet turn outwards, pointing to the direction he’d been planning to move. 

“Nope. Never seen him before in my life.” 

Liar.

_______

A/n: Ahhh how’d we feel? Taehyung’s appearance? Jimin’s past? Let me tell you guys I got so stuck on the plot for MONTHS. I tried so many different drafts, but they just never seemed good enough. With all  the hype that Bloodline’s Teaser got, I felt really nervous in trying to perfect this first chapter. I know what you guys are thinking “Why only a chapter” 

Well, because I told you guys it was going to be drawn out TO THE MAX. Like, this ain’t a slow burn. It’s a tortoise burn. XDD

I’m so glad I finally have a plot now so I can start writing the next chapters for this!

_____

©2023 Vinntaege

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[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Pairing: Taehyung x OC (Yuna)

Genre: god!taehyung + yandere + a little smut

Words: 36,785

Summary: What happens when an ancient mummy wakes up just for you? His only motive - to love you and make you his. He doesn't tolerate anyone in between you and him. The more you run away, the more his power grows to hunt you down. Will you fight or give in?

Warnings: Heavy yandere behaviour, Taehyung coerces the OC into doing things she doesn't want (nothing much sexual), kidnapping, OC's murder happens (in the past life not the present)

A/N: This is a dump from my Wattpad. You can read it there too.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Epilogue

#taehyung #bts #btsff #taehyungff #yandere taehyung #yandere #egypt #gods #kings #past life #romance

[avocardorablegirl]

Taehyung Instagram post 📯

#taehyung #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #bts jimin #jeon jungkook #libra #btsff #bts #british royal family #catherine middleton

[thedeluluverse]

The finale! While it isn't necessary to read the previous parts to understand the plot, it helps you understand the couple's journey. if you want to, you can read parts 1 & 2 here! Annnddd if you want their origin story, check out Burning Film!

Author’s Note: Well, that’s all for this series, folks! Let me know down below or in my always open inbox what you think! I was nervous to try a series, but this trio of prompts just works too well to be separate drabbles! Thanks always for the love and have a great weekend! I’ll be working on a couple more stories and making a list of who and what I will write so stay tuned! <3

Pairing:  Jinny’s Kitchen era bf!Tae x oc!Nari.

Rating: 16+

Genre:, fluff, established relationship, series, coworker relationship

Word Count: 2,199

Warnings:  none; just have tissues ready because this couple is too cute! Slight mentions of smut but nothing happens

After a week in Bacalar, Jinny’s Kitchen has created quite a reputation for itself, and word has spread that you'll be leaving tomorrow.

These factors have resulted in the busiest day yet! At day’s end, you find out that the sales were pushing $20,000; that explains the blisters on your feet.

Once everything was closed and packed up for the final time, you all had to prep it to be transported. On top of that, you had to ensure all your belongings were accounted for and set out your outfit for the flight home. You’d be damned to wake up ANY earlier than required.

Awaking on top of your comforter, unsure how you got there, you check your phone to see that your boyfriend has sent you a good night message along with an explanation as follows:

“Annyeong jagiya, you passed out not even 5 minutes into me driving, so I brought everyone else back, and then I dropped you off. I knew you wouldn’t want to dirty your sheets, which is why you are on top of your bedding. I hope you get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow

Saranghae, Your TaeTae”

You grin at how thoughtful this man is, and your heart swells with affection for him, warming you from head to toe. While snuggling into bed is tempting, you know that today, of all days, it would be a sin not to shower first.

You decide to pamper yourself and take your time shaving, moisturizing, and doing your full skincare routine before shuffling to bed and sighing contentedly into your cool sheets.

There is just one problem: you aren’t tired the least bit. You toss, turn, and try all your usual tricks to fall asleep, but nothing works.

Feeling sentimental, you pull on a hoodie over your pajamas and head over to the communal house one last time.

Typically, you never are this emotional, but the fact that you thought you would be apart from your Tae for this song brings tears to your eyes in gratefulness for the manager’s last-minute plan. Returning from poolside reminiscing, you hear a clattering, and your anxiety skyrockets!

Did someone break in while you were outside? Was there a rat? You pull a chair from outside in and raise it, ready to deal critical damage, when you see the origin of the sounds: your boyfriend.

After heavily exhaling in relief, you lightly punch him on the shoulder, “Aish pabo, what are you doing here?!” He just cocks an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, which makes you a pabo, too, yeah?”.

You roll your eyes and defend yourself, “ I just couldn’t sleep and wanted to see this place one more time. What’s your excuse?”

A slight blush crosses his features, and he tries to claim the same reason, but you see right through it; “Kim Taehyung, do not lie to me. If that were true, you wouldn’t be clattering around the kitchen. The truth, now, please.”

Rubbing the back of his neck in the embarrassment of being caught, he admits, “Okay, Nari-ah, you caught me. I was hungry and had a craving for black bean noodles, so I came here, but it looks like they packed it all up already. The clattering you heard was me rummaging through everything to see if they had misplaced it or something. Happy now?”.

You cannot help but cackle, which only causes your hungry boy to pout. “They didn’t misplace it, jagi; you ate them all.” His eyes widened in shock and horror, “b...but when we got here, there were like 12 packs. There’s no way.”

You simply nod and smile warmly at him. “We all partook, but there were a few nights you were extra hungry or tipsy and wanted noodles with your tequila.”

He slumps down onto one of the chairs by the kitchen island, looking defeated, “Oh, I am the true pabo then. I just couldn’t sleep and thought that would help, but oh well.”

You sit on his right thigh and cup his face kissing him sweetly, “Well, for what it’s worth, you’re my true pabo, and I love you as you are.”

Grinning as he kisses you back, hand guiding the back of your head closer, he abruptly pulls away. Lifting you as he gets up and places you on the seat instead, he heads toward the door.

“Um, what are you doing, Tae?”. “Well, I figured since we are both night owls, we might as well have a snack, yeah? Stay here, and I’m going to grab snacks from the closest store.”

You find it odd because why not just take you with him and go back to the hotel, but you decide just to nod your head knowing that determined look on his face.

It takes about a half hour for him to return, but he does so with more energy than you’ve seen in over a week. Wordlessly, he picks you up and places you in the car; as he buckles your seatbelt for you, you place a hand over his. “Jagi, where are the snacks? Why am I in the car?”

He kisses your nose and says, “Don’t worry, babe, I got you. Just trust me.”

Ignoring the fact that neither of your questions got answered upon feeling the butterflies in your stomach flutter over him being this close to you and how secure you are with him, you grin and giggle, giving him a wink.

As you head down the road, you notice it looks a lot like the route to the restaurant. There’s a reason for that: it is.

Tae parks the car, sees your confused expression, places a finger to his lips, and goes around the car to take your hand and lead you with his other hand covering your eyes.

You smell vanilla and start to open your mouth to question what on earth he has done when he whispers into your ear, “Please just wait, jagiya, it’s a surprise.”

Once he has led you up the stairs, he instructs you to keep your eyes closed until he says otherwise, which you comply with.

After the longest 10 seconds of your life, you are allowed to open your eyes, and what a sight! Candles on every flat surface and there’s the softest array of thick comforters, blankets, and pillows where the chairs were just a few hours ago. All of that is second best to the view in front of you.

Your boyfriend is on one knee with the ring he knows you have been drooling over since he has known you and bought it even before being yours officially.

He isn’t sure whether it was his way of trying to manifest or just being sure that you got what you wanted, whether that was ever him or not.

Tears start to well up in your eyes again as you fully take in the scene and start to open your mouth to say, “I do,” but not before Tae puts up a hand to halt your action. He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, then says

“Nari, my life has been permanently altered for the better since you came into my life. The day we fell in the field, I knew you were special. I instantly fell for you but doubted you felt the same way, so I didn’t say anything until I almost lost you. I realized that day that strictly friendship was not an option. The idea of anyone else claiming they know you as well as I do got my mind blurry with rage. I bought this the first week I knew you once I saw how your eyes shone more dazzling than this jewel upon seeing it. I know it may be too soon, but I will wait my entire life for you jagiya. Nobody else will ever be able to compare to my brightest star. So, I humbly ask you, will you spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me, Nari-ah?”

Falling to your knees with tears streaming down your face as you wrap your arms around his neck, you look into his eyes with your forehead on his and mutter out, “Of course, I will, my prince!” in between ecstatic sobs.

You sit back on your knees as he points out every detail and, finally, the inscription saying, “My Star.” He then affixes the ring to your finger, and you admire it for a moment, then hug him with such force that he falls onto his back, holding you tightly with him.

You are both giggling with relief and how surreal this has all been for what feels like an hour, but it was only about 10 minutes. Once you have both caught your breath, you prop yourself up on his chest with the flames of the candles shimmering in the gem on your finger and ask, “How did you do all of this so quickly? What made you do this now? What if I hadn’t been at the house too?”

He explains that he had packed all of this stuff so you wouldn’t find it while he was gone because he wanted to propose once he got home, but once you showed up, his plan was seemingly at risk.

Upon seeing you at the house, the secondary plan was formulated in his mind. If you hadn’t been there, he would’ve brought everything back home and continued with his original plan.

For the next two hours, you both reminisce on all the last few months' memories and reflect on fate's craftiness. If either of you had been in another place that day in the field, he might have never met the love of his life, and you never landed your dream job.

After resting in his protective embrace, staring up at the stars through the glass ceiling, you finally feel at complete peace and are about to doze off. He notices this and points up, “Jagiya, what do you think of the view?”

You slightly shake yourself more conscious and answer, “I adore it! We can never see the stars this clearly at home.” Your brat mode kicks in, and you question him, “Do you see the stars now, or are you still blind?” (referencing his line in Airplane pt. 2).

He just smirks and shakes his head, “Aish, just wait until we are home. I’ll give you the attitude adjustment of your life. Especially now that you are officially mine forever, expect the events of the other day in the kitchen times 10, my good girl.”

Successfully rendering you speechless, he answers your query, “As for the stars, I barely notice them. You are the brightest star in my life and outshine the entire galaxy one-hundred-fold, my Nari Starry.”

You nuzzle into his chest, and he feels you smile against him, wishing he could freeze this moment forever. But not completely, as he cannot wait to see what the rest of his life with you will entail.

He can’t wait to tell the rest of the crew since they’ve known about his plan for weeks and have had to play it cool but have been rooting for you since you met them a month or so ago.

Feeling you drift off, he slightly nudges you awake and picks you up to place you in the car while he resets the dining room and packs the car with the enchanted scene.

He returns to your hotel room and decides he will get your car tomorrow. For now, he craves nothing more than to be snuggled up to his new fiancé.

As he settles in next to you, he kisses your temple tenderly and wraps his arm around your waist, placing his hand over yours. A few seconds pass, and he swears he just heard you giggle. Leaning in closer, he whispers, “Jagiya, are you dreaming?”

You squeak in surprise, thinking he was fast asleep, and try to ignore him and act asleep, but he knows you too well. He leans over your face and sees the huge smile on your face, poking your cheek and making you break character.

You roll onto your back, cackling, and this poor sleep-deprived boy is so confused, wondering if she should be worried about you or not.

You see his expression, assure him that you are fine, and settle yourself down, “I just have one question, jagi.” “Yes? What is it, my love?” “Since I am your fiancé now, does that mean I am promoted?” you burst into a giggle fit again, causing him to cock an eyebrow amusedly while nodding. “I guess you can say that my silly goose, but in Jinny’s Kitchen, you are still the greenest intern.”

Deeply chuckling, you shut him up, peppering his face with kisses until he grabs your chin and kisses you until you both nod off and pay no mind to the alarms that will be going off in about 3 hours.

Nothing could make tonight not worth it, and neither of you have ever been more thankful for anything than for the second wind that kickstarted the second half of your lives together.

#btsfluff #btssmut #btsxreader #taehyung #taehyungxreader #btsff #usermaggie #ughreads #usertaeyungie #established relationship #ocNari #eoieopda archive #jungyumi #choiwooshik #parkseojoon #jinnyskitchen #series #part3 #burningfilm

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Na Na Na

Summary: You liked him when you met him. You thought he was cute. And then it turned sour. Somewhere along the way it pissed you off. His charisma. How other girls flocked to him. You did too, once upon a time. But you simply don’t believe in prince charming anymore. 

🎯Genre: Smut 

🎯Words: 1k

🎯Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

🎯A/N: AU WARNING! Coworkers to Lovers! Don’t like? Don’t read.  

                                        __________

You were at your last straw. You had it up to here with his bullshit, and you were terrified of what might ensue if you yelled at him. 

The office was quiet today, as the two of you were finishing up cleaning for the day. Of course Lanina decided to assign you both the same day. You hated how he smiled at you with such kindness when he had no problem breaking your heart before.

“I’m sorry, I don’t like you that way. I hope we can still be friends!” You were embarrassed. This man was hugging you even though he so cruelly let you down.

“Yeah, o-of course.” You stuttered, moreso confused as to why he kept you around.

Of course, you figured out shortly later that he liked having you around to stroke his own ego. Now you were a junior in college and interning for the same company. Despite going through a competitive process, Taehyung came out of it unscathed. He was still as bubbly as the day you met him. He gave you a warm smile, coming up from behind you as he reached for a whiteboard eraser on the middle of the table.

“Sorry, I had to get that,” He turned around, locking eyes with you and tucking a strand of his long, jet black hair behind his ear. He was a stunning man but you felt nothing for him these days. “Did Elaine get back to you about the showcase?”

“Yes, it completely slipped my mind. I’ve been super busy.” You sighed, setting down some files on your boss’ desk.

“I can tell.” You shared a look in silence for a moment. His eyes darkened as he smiled at you, almost like you were sharing a secret. Except you weren’t. You didn’t know anything about him. It was better that way, you supposed. 

You couldn’t remember what exactly happened next. You were suddenly on top of an office desk, Taehyung hovering over you, both of you sweating like you worked out. You blinked up at him, seeing if there was anything more than just this dominant side to him. You were happy to find he had a glimmer in his eyes, happily switching positions so that he was under you instead.

“Listen, dick, I want nothing to do with you after this internship. You always get in the way and ruin things for me with your carefree attitude. I don’t like how irresponsible you are.” You gripped his collar, breathing heavily as he stared at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t decipher if what you felt was just anger or pent-up sexual tension. You knew it was a mixture of both, the urge to wantonly strip down and ride him until you couldn’t feel your thighs.

“Fuck it all to hell.” Taehyung closed the gap, now hovering over you as you kissed him back with an equally as aggressive ferocity that could only be described as two starved lions fighting over a deer. His lips melted into yours and god, was he a good kisser. You felt damp between your legs, wetness pooling within and around your cunt. You gasped as he roughly maneuvered behind you, not even giving you enough time to process as he suddenly had you in the air, standing as he sat down to pull off your pencil skirt and tested your wetness with a finger.

“Ahhhh!” You let out a shout, urging him to bring his palm down to your ass with a smack. 

“Be quiet.” You struggled a bit as he stuck a finger into your mouth and you quickly realized you were tasting yourself. He was making you lick your own juices off his hands, and you couldn’t get enough of it. The saltiness mixed with the sheer size of each individual finger, and with how masterfully Tae had placed them, you were being choked while he continued pleasuring you.

His hands were big, enough so that it hurt when he started going a little deeper while fingering you. You were trying your best to remain silent, biting down on your lips to keep from moaning and covering your mouth with your hands from time to time. And then, he found your clit. No man had ever bothered touching you there, although that was arguably the most sensitive part of your body.

Your eyes fluttered as he rubbed you and fingered you in turns, bucking desperately against his fingers as he darted them in and out of your heat.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…mmm.” You leaned your head back, letting the horny feeling take over your body as you thrusted your hips forward into his hands while he was seated between your legs, and you were still on top of your desk. You were fully naked as Tae had stripped you down earlier when you’d started feeling uncomfortable with how hot you were getting in your dress shirt. 

He couldn’t resist looking at you anymore, finally sinking into your pussy, head and all. His tongue was toying with your pearl while you let out a shriek, not caring for the first time if someone walked in to witness your abhorrent display.

“Fuck me harder, I’m gonna cum!” You rubbed your pussy as Tae looked up at you with a seductive smirk and then finished the job by slurping on your juices as you came.

“Ahhhhh!” You rubbed your clit all over his tongue as he happily licked up the rest.

And then he got up, stripped down naked right there in the middle of the office, dick springing to action. He held your legs as you got into position, lust filling your body once again as Taehyung slipped his cock into your sheath.

“Fuck.” You groaned, falling back to a more comfortable position.

“You have no idea AGH-How long I’ve wanted to do this.” He moaned as he was fucking you.

“How long?” You stated him dead in the eyes as he fucked you at a slower pace, and even though it felt damn good, you stayed completely still.

“3 months.” He said, changing the pace once again.

“Do you like seeing me like this? Naked and getting thrashed around without reacting to anything?” Taehyung pushed in again, as you sucked in a quick breath.

“It’s impressive, I’ll admit. But could you remain that way even when I’m fucking you like this?” You squealed as he put you in a different position, one where he was right above you, and fucking you fully on the surface. “Shit. This won’t do. Come here.” Before you could process what was happening, he picked you up and brought you to a meeting room, one that was in a more secluded area. The table was empty and white, and there was more than enough room to hold you both. 

He finally got to it, slamming into you with a wet smack every time his dick hit your drooling pussy.

“Ah…Ah….Ah!” You moaned in between. He loved your little moans so much that he picked up the pace, now drilling into you like a maniac. You were screaming from pleasure, orgasming so much that your entire body was shaking, and Taehyung groaned into your ears as he came inside of you, white semen spilling from your pussy and onto the table. “That was so fucking sexy.” You grabbed his face, kissing him furiously as he looked at you with parted lips, his dick limp as men didn’t have a fast recovery time after the fact. You didn’t comment on it, instead reaching to his face as he looked at you with eyes full of wonder.

“I love your moans.” 

“Yeah?” You laughed as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“I think I’m seriously in love with you. That was some of the best sex I’ve had in years.” You didn’t know what to say. Taehyung was ready to be there for you as a partner but you weren’t sure if he would be committed.

“Look, I was mad at you because you didn’t return my feelings but after all that…I’m not. I could never be mad at you, and if I was, I realized I would much rather be fucking you rather than chewing your ear off, so I accept.”

“Great. Then you’re my girlfriend. Let’s go on a date tomorrow?” You smiled, as he kissed your cheek affectionately.

“Let’s slow it down. Ask me out after we’ve gone on a couple dates.” You didn’t know he would be so eager.

“Sorry, I think I’m just pussywhipped with you.” He smirked as you played with your hair.

#taehyung #bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung ff #Smut #bts v #bts fanfic #fanfiction #btsff #taehyung imagine #bts tae x reader #bts tae tae #mature

[thedoctorsthings]

masterlist

no body gonna use this but it might be usefull for someone out there

The links for the headcannons don’t connect to the right member but i’ve given up on trying to fix it.

getting married to bts

- Seokjin

- Yoongi

- Hobi

- Namjoon

- Jimin

- Taehyung 

- Jungkook 

bts as boyfriends

- Seokjin

- Yoongi

- Hobi

- Namjoon

- Jimin

- Taehyung

- Jungkook

bts Hogwarts headcannons

- Seokjin

- Yoongi

- Hobi

- Namjoon

- Jimin

- Taehyung

- Jungkook

scenarios

SERIES

Power to the King

Yoongi:

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

#btsfanfic #btsff #bts fanfiction #namjoon #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #yoongi #jin #hobi #bts #angst #fluff

[unwantedalien]

CHAPTER 2

chapter 2 gonna be published today :D

#bts #jhope #jimin #namjoon #taehyung #yoongi #jin #jungkook #bts fanfic #btsfanfic #btsff

[hritika13-tamboli]

J𝑒𝑜𝑛 J𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 2...

Series :

Day by day @hansolmates

Summary : a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together

Aim for the heart @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Bedeviled @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Money. Fame. Power. Love. Health. Courage. Strength. Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it.  Convincing yourself to go to the Underworld? Easy... Walking through to get something that you've waited many years for, accompanied by a demon that will stop at nothing to make sure your soul belongs to him? Maybe not so much. Making deals with the devil is a tricky business; one you might not have realized could end in something much more painful than death itself if you make a single mistake.

Animal - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 @cutaepatootie

Summary : “I don’t want to go without telling something.” The girl frown looking at the old man “What do you mean, Mr. Jeon?” “I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.” “About her?” the girl frowns. Maybe his daughter? His sister? The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving. “Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

Into the woods @junqkook

Summary : getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

One-shot :

The habits of the broken heart @softykooky

Summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.  alternatively, “You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

Something in the heir @hisunshiine

Summary : The king of your empire will be leaving soon to head off to fight against Soiros, a foreign enemy, and his seven knights of the order of Bangtania will lead the way. One of the seven, Jeon Jungkook, with his dark eyes and easy smile, is someone you long for. Children believe he has slain dragons, and adults think he’s killed over one thousand Soirian soldiers. Everyone thinks he is a heartbreaker, making his way through every unwed wench in the land...but all he wants is you.

Miracle of the season @cybrsan

Summary : Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. When a familiar face pops up, you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Amortentia @jungkxook

Summary : jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him.

Black magic   @hansolmates

Summary : a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

(Un)crushed    @hansolmates

Summary : you’ve liked jungkook for the longest time, but you believe it’s time to cut the cord—literally 

What's wrong?  @oddinary4bts

Summary : Reader overhears Jungkook talk to his friends and mention how she’s always clinging on to him and doesn’t let him breathe sometimes and that she’s annoying because she’s too loud and energetic. When he comes back home she acts the complete opposite and tries to avoid him without letting him know what’s going on, until he realises that he actually prefers her clingy and loud🥺

High demand @bunnyhugs77

Summary : modern day Romeo and Juliet

Coin toss @yoondoze

Summary : you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

#bts ff recs #jeon jungkook #angst #smut #fluff #jeon jungkook ff #jk #jk ff #jungkook ff #jeon Jungkook recs #jungkook recs #jungkook fic recs #jungkook x reader #jungkook #btsff #bts #hitman jungkookff #devil jungkook #dad jungkook #angel jungkook #witch au #bts series #bts oneshot #witch jungkook #bts jungkook #goblin au #goblin jungkook #hitman au #angel au #jungkook masterlist

[bts-0t-7]

Moonlight Sanctuary | OT7

Pair: Werewolf OT7 x F Reader 

Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.

Genre: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader

Chapter Warnings: Violence, abuse

You aren’t alone. If you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there. If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Borahae💜 

WC: 2297

The moon hung low in the night sky as you ran in the opposite direction of your house. Well, your brother’s house. You had never considered it a home the moment things took a drastic turn after your parent’s death. A home is a place where one feels safe and secure but this is… this was no home. 

You had no sense of direction as you blasted through thick foliage and wet mud. The sky was dark and thunder boomed when you left but now it was pouring. Drenched from head to toe, you felt your anxiety rise as the sky darkened and your lungs collapsed. You paused at the foot of a tree, bending down to catch your breath. You had no idea where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to run. 

Run. Run. Run or they will catch you again. 

The air was still with your heavy breathing and loud splatters of rain when you heard rustling sounds. Suddenly blinded by the onslaught of light, you made out the rough shape of your bulky brother. Fearing for your life, you quickly stumbled up and ran again. You didn’t dare look back but you dared to look up. 

The moon was shining bright tonight, despite the darkness that was chasing you. It casted an ethereal glow over the dense forest and if you tilted your head just right, you could see little rainbows in the making. You ran through the trees, heart pounding against your chest. You didn’t know how far or how close you were to your brother and his gang. At the same time, you didn’t know where the fuck you were. You could just imagine being eaten up by some sort of nocturnal animal in here. 

“BITCH! Come back here! Who said you could run away, huh?”

You tried to pump your legs harder - to give you more strength. But you found yourself short of any sort of energy. You didn’t have dinner and it was during your break did you sneak past the back door and run away from them, hastily slipping on your clothes for some decency. You carried nothing with you - just you, underwear, and clothes - which is essentially whatever you were wearing. 

“Ey! I swear you’re going to get it from me when we catch you! FUCK, you’re done!”

The sound of your own harsh breathing drowned out the haunting echoes of your abusive brother’s threats. For years, you endured his cruelty,  but tonight - tonight you had enough. He sold your body. Sold your body to his friends. You had sobbed and begged with every last shred of dignity you had but they never listened. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer. 

You stumbled through the woods on clumsy feet, the darkness of the foliage seemed to close in around you. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, knowing it would do you more harm than good if you started to panic. Branches clawed at the exposed skin of your feet, the ground beneath the flimsy slippers you hastily wore was uneven and treacherous the deeper you went. Fear gnawed at your insides and despair threatened to overtake you. Breathing harshly, you tried to keep yourself calm. 

Just as you thought that all hope was lost and you would have to be running forever or be caught, your attention focused on the soft glow of light emitting from a cottage house. Without thinking, you ran towards it and pulled against the handle, trying every one until you found an open door and slammed it shut behind you. 

Sliding onto the floor, you placed your head between your legs, breathing through your mouth. You were tired and bruised. You heard before you saw someone stand in front of you, shadow covering half of your hunched over body. Your breath caught as you slowly took in the sight before you. You were the centre of their attention, their eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. You were sure you weren’t breathing. THese were the folklore of your little village - stories passed down by the elders from generation to generation. 

Werewolves. 

Nobody believed that there were such mystical beings living amongst you. But you were certain that they were exactly what you believed. These seven men that surrounded you brought around them an aura of power and grace. 

You could easily tell by the tall and commanding figure to your left that that was the leader of the pack. He stepped forward, gait slow and steady, approaching you as if you were a scared prey. But you were quite the opposite. As you looked at each of them, they surveyed you quietly. Looking at each of them in their eyes, you felt a connection deep in your blood - a spark of recognition of what belongs. 

“Are you in danger?” he asked, voice low and soothing. 

You nodded, voice trembling as you replied, “My - my brother, he and his friends, they - they -”

The door was suddenly banged open as you stumbled into the man’s hold. You felt a sense of protection and comfort you had never known when you were with them. They surrounded you again, this time, as a protection barrier between you and your brother. 

You curled deeper into yourself. 

Without hesitation, a man grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at his smiling eyes. “Hey! My name is Jimin! What’s yours?”

“Y/N, come here now.” Your brother commanded. Shivering in your spot against Jimin’s body, you shook your head and rejected him. You didn’t want to. 

“Come here now or you will regret it.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to go back to the life you once had. If it was considered life. 

“Come here and I won’t kill these ‘men’. They are vicious monsters, you know that.”

Your head turned when you heard your name being called. “You are safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you now.” You nodded and turned away from your brother, clinging onto Jimin’s shirt tightly. 

“It’s funny how you claim to care for your sister when you sold her off. It is funny how you think you would be able to hurt us.” The man with cat-like eyes formed into slits. He certainly looked more like a cat than a wolf.

“HAH!” Your brother laughed maniacally. “You are a bunch of monsters. Werewolves? Ridiculous! You are not wolves nor are you humans. Monsters is an appropriate word to use for paws.”

“Shall we let her choose then?” The man with a fluffy head of hair said. 

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air was at its peak and both sides were ready for an attack. 

“Come now, Y/N. Let’s go home, I’ll get you some ice cream if you cooperate now.” Your brother held his hand out, palm facing up - placating. He didn’t want to lose his face in front of his friends and males who didn’t even know you. 

But you refused. Your head went to Jimin’s neck as you stood up, trying to hook a leg onto his waist. 

Keyword: trying. 

You were just too short for him. 

The man with fluffy hair chuckled lowly at your attempts. Quickly hooking a hand under your thighs, he lifted you up onto Jimin’s hip. As he left, going back to his spot, your hand shot out to hold him in place, accidentally pulling against his hair instead. Your hand quickly retracted and your head shot up. 

“I -”

He was quick to soothe you, one hand patting your thigh in a soothing rhythm while the other went to your untamed hair, softly stroking the back of your head. 

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, okay? You can do whatever you want with me.” You hesitantly pulled against the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Stay? Please?”

He nodded. “Of course, darling. I wouldn’t dare go anywhere.”

The rest of the males reformed themselves to ensure that the three of you in the centre were protected. 

“I think it is clear what her choice is. Now leave.” The pack leader commanded, voice strong with power. You saw your brother’s friend pull him along. 

“Fine! Die with these mutts around you, whore!”

The cat-wolf lunged for your brother when the pack leader pulled him back. 

The males remained in the formation only when they were certain your brother was far enough and they couldn’t smell him from the distance anymore. Only then did they relax their posture, slowly turning towards you with worried eyes. You were no longer shaking in Jimin and the fluffy hair’s hold but your scent was still sour with fear. 

They cautiously moved up the stairs to the living room where they sat down at the sofa. You turned your head to look at them. All seven males were foreign to you - as foreign as the way they made you feel safe and protected. 

“Should we… say names?” The man with a whole sleeve of tattoos asked, eyes big and filled with curiosity - just like a bunny’s, you thought. 

“I’m Namjoon.” The pack leader started. 

“Yoongi.” You finally had a name for the cat-wolf.

“Taehyung.” The fluffy head of hair appeared into your view again. “But I give you special permission to call me TaeTae!”

 You nodded. 

“I’m Seokjin but just Jin is okay, yeah?”

“Me! Me!” The bunny man hopped up. “I’m Jungkookie!”

“You can call me Hobi!” 

Oh that man was filled with sunshine, you could clearly see. 

“And I’m Jimin but you already know that, little one.”

You nodded. 

“Would you like to ask us anything?”

You shook your head then nodded again, pointing to Yoongi. “Cat-wolf. Cat. Meow-Meow.”

Jungkook burst out laughing from your left, igniting a round of laughter that filled the room and lifted the heavy atmosphere. 

“For you, you can call me whatever you want, darling.” Yoongi smiled, gums out as he looked at you with adoration. 

In that moment, you felt their strength and loyalty, their offering to you of a sanctuary - a refuge from the darkness you fought so hard from. From those that have haunted your life for so long. 

As time passed, you became part of their pack - a human amongst werewolves. They were patient in teaching you their traditions and customs, their code of honour and their ways. You learned that they were the protectors of the forest, guardians of the vulnerable, and that they are the core value of the balance of nature itself. 

Namjoon, with his kind eyes and strong presence, quickly became a source of your strength and guidance for you. His knowledge and wisdom never failed to keep you entertained. Although clumsy, this man was the foundation of his pack. 

Seokjin, with his unseriousness and constant care, he helped heal the wounds that your brother and his friends had inflicted upon you. He kept you steady as you grew, always ensuring to pull you up when you got down but bringing you down when you were too high up.

Yoongi, the car-wolf, with his gentle hands and calm nature became another one of your rocks. He never failed to teach you something new that day and he most certainly cooked one of the best foods you have ever tasted - rivalling Seokjin’s. 

Hobi, with his everlasting laughter and sunshine, was an easy person to be around as you healed from your wounds. He never fails to make you laugh. With him around, there was never a dull moment. 

Jimin, with his soft and calming nature, he unintentionally healed both your emotional and mental wounds. While Seokjin cared for your physical wounds, Jimin was always a talking buddy that helped you through understanding yourself and your worth. 

TaeTae, with his outgoing mischievous nature, the both of you were constantly creating something to be cleaned up. Hand-in-hand with Jungkookie, the three of you liked to run out and about, being everywhere. 

Jungkookie, with his curiosity and strength, the both of you were always causing mischief for the others. Like partners-in-crime, the both of you would be curious about everything and anything, so the both of you would always take it upon yourselves to figure out the answers. 

But you have also come to realise that the entire pack was more than just a pack - they were a family. Each of them had their own unique qualities and were a force to be reckoned with. Today was a full moon and under the light of the glowing orb, you discovered a love and acceptance that you had never known. Your past, with all its pain and suffering, seems to fade into the background when you are with them. Embracing the new chapter of your life, you ran forward with them, putting your full trust in the seven males you had learned to understand. 

With your heart and spirit soaring, you felt the exhilaration of the transformation, the wind against your fur, and the pure joy of being truly free. In these moments, you knew you had found your place - a home amongst those who have shown you the power of love, trust, and transformation. 

As you looked up the the moon, you couldn’t help but feel a huge wave of gratitude. The moon led you here today - to the sanctuary - a place where you were no longer a victim but a survivor; that you were no longer alone but in a place filled with love and acceptance. 

As you howled at the moon and cuddled amongst your pack, you came to realise that sometimes, safety and love are found in the most unexpected places. For instance, in a moonlit sanctuary of a werewolf pack that had become your everlasting family. 

#btsfanfiction #bts #btsff #fluff #love #femalereader #minyoongi #yoongi #werewolf au #alternate universe #bts ot7 #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #ot7 x y/n #ot7 x oc #ot7 x you #werewolf #bts werewold #bts werewolf 0t7 #non idol au #non idol #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts werewolf imagine #bts werewolf scenario

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 8

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 21 minutes

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Her eyes instantly rolled when she opened her door and he was coming out, too. She had been trying to forget what happened between them a few days back, and she probably would've volunteered to get a lobotomy if someone knocked at her door with the offer. She enjoyed it, she surely did while they were at it, and even at some point she thought that her neighbor could be a good pick to spend a random night every once in a long while. Until he poke. Jungkook and his annoying tongue always acted right after she tried to walk in his shoes.

He wasn't even that attractive... if it weren't for his strong arm daubed in ink, or the piercings on his lip that made his pouty lips stand out even more, or those wide shoulders where she'd gladly sink her nails on... But that cocky smirk made the pout disappear, and the mock on his voice distracted her from the sin his body was.

Thankfully.

—Yo, 3A. How was your weekend? Jumpy? —he asked, poking his hands in his pants after closing the door.

That word didn't even have the meaning he was trying to give it. There was no point in arguing back with him. The best thing she could do was to simply ignore him.

—No answer? Okay —he sighed—. I've been thinking...

Her eyes went blank when she realized he was the type not to get the hint of when to shut the fuck up. Jungkook just went on, trying to get a reaction from you.

After Carly threw that curse on him, he didn't really have to worry about seeing his hookups a second after sleeping with them, they were always gone by the morning after and he hadn't seen either of them. But there was Y/n, a person he'd have to keep seeing as long as he lived there, and a person that he wouldn't mind keeping in bed with him for a second round if he was offered the chance.

He was attracted, but there was also in the bickering they had going on in the previous week that made him feel... entertained? His neighbor wasn't only dangerous in the sheets, she was also funny and witty.

And he liked that.

—Maybe... One of those days that you need a hand... Instead of using yours, you can use mine.

Jungkook was forced to quickly stop from advancing, turning down every wrong idea he had to hop on the lift with her. Her tongue clicked, while her index lifted with a dangerous warning as she pointed at him.

—Go back to your side.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at that comment. He thought that after what happened the other night, Y/n would just get over that dumb idea. But he seemingly thought wrong.

—You talked about things. But if I step on your side, will you also do what you want with me?

—Yes, and that includes tying up your tongue and making you eat it —she clicked on the button to call the lift—. Or put you in that arcade box and bury you four meters underground.

—Wait, that's not... —he stopped, thinking of her words.

—What was I even thinking when I fucked with you? —she mumbled, massaging her temple.

—That's an easy one! You were thinking of my —his eyebrows raised, playfully, teasing her— big attractiveness.

—Average —she commented, twisting her lips.

At that comment, Jungkook chuckled, trying to hide the fact that he was indeed offended by her words. Before he was able to land a hand at the side of the lift door, her eyes were already throwing him a warning glance so he would pose that palm on the side that wasn't marked by the tape on the floor.

—Over the average.

—Below average.

Dedicating him one last smile, she stepped inside the lift, clicking on the ground floor button to set an ending for that conversation.

Or so she tried to, before she found an out of breath Jungkook, supporting himself on the wall as he tried to hide his shaky breathing.

—Why don't you just admit you're dying to repeat what happened?

—I'm not the one almost coughing my lungs out —she mentioned, disinterested.

—Because you're keeping it all inside —Jungkook tilted his head, walking in her direction—. You'll feel lighter once you start being honest.

—I'll feel lighter once I get rid of you —before she continued speaking, Y/n made a short pause—. Listen carefully, because I want you to get this as clear as possible: getting in bed with you was the biggest of the mistakes I could've ever made. And never, in my life, I will ever sleep with you again. Are we clear on that?

Jungkook just puckered his lips, adopting a leant back pose as he looked down at her.

—We'll see.

—We're seeing now. It won't happen —she cut him off—. And if I ever end up in the same bed as you again, it'll probably be to choke you with a pillow. Don't ever talk to me again unless it's for something serious —she rolled her eyes.

Jungkook sighed, trying to extend the conversation and the time they were together in the same place, for some odd reason.

—Do you want a ride to your workplace?

—And let you know where I work? —Y/n shook her head— I have enough with you knowing where I live.

Just like that Jungkook saw her go, following the gentle moves of her body as she rushed on the other side of the street to make her way to work. He got captivated in an instant, hooked by the way her hips swayed one way and the other, getting a short flashback of how they looked when they moved on top of him.

He shook his head, trying to move on from that image and concentrate back on anything else that wasn't her. It was a matter of time for Y/n to crawl back to him, and surrender to him the same way he did a few nights back. There was no point in insisting and making a fool of himself when he could have some fun somewhere else in the meantime.

It was all probably due to the new temptation of living in front of someone he had slept with. Before, they usually disappeared the morning after, but Y/n would stay there.

It was interesting to see how that'd play out.

Hanging his helmet by his elbow, Jungkook started dragging his emerald Kawasaki Z650 RS. That motorbike was probably one of his most precious relics, acquired with half of the money he was paid for one of his wins in all of those fights. And he sighed while he remembered the good times, when boxing was actually a thing, and it didn't all depend on the grafts some people did by rigging some of the fights he was in.

Usually he never woke up so early. Hardly ever he had the chance to meet up with Y/n by chance. But that day he'd receive the visit of one of his sponsors, which meant he'd probably get to give some upgrades to the gym that was almost in ruins.

That was the reminder of why he did what he did.

Those fights were a headache in a lot of different senses, but the amount of income, not only monetary, he received was always backed up for it. Last time one of the sponsors was happy with him, he managed to change all of the boxing bags to ones with better quality, and add some machines to actually give it the gym vibes he was looking for when he opened it in the first place.

He parked his motorbike in the narrow alley next to his gym, and that also had a door that connected directly to the office, and that he never used -basically because of the door being stuck.

Jimin huffed when he saw his friend trying to fix his hair, moving his fingers through his locks before his bangs fell over his forehead to cover it.

—What took you so long? —the brunet reproached, walking over to him to snatch the helmet away— Today it was the only day you needed to be here early, yet you are thirty minutes late.

—He isn't here, isn't he? —Jungkook answered, relaxed— Then what are you even talking about? —he huffed at the silence his friend used to answer.

—He could've come by now —Jimin sighed—. You know that dude makes me uncomfortable, and you know how to deal with him.

Jungkook walked past his friend, throwing his head back as he sighed. It wasn't like he knew how to deal with him, but he knew how to talk to him, while Jimin only stared from afar and waited for the inspection to be over.

But it wasn't like he expected him to do more. Jimin was only there as a guide into the gym, and a point of information for the training and schedules.

Nothing else.

And he was already doing more than what he was paid to do.

—I'm sorry —he sighed—. Something came up at the last minute.

Y/n.

Y/n came up at the last minute.

He knew he had to be there at the establishment before the opening time, but he still found himself peeking through the peephole to manage to come out at the same time as her and seeing her. Delusional enough to think what happened two days back would open a door for him instead of closing it on his noses.

—I don't even know why I even try. You always have an excuse for everything —Jimin rolled his eyes.

Her fingers flew over the keyboard, making the typing louder with every tap of her fingers on the latest keys before she was peeking her eyes over the monitor before they fell over her finished article:

"Underground Brawls: Uncovering Illegal Fights in South Shore"

And right below, there was a good quality pic of the two fighters of the night. The blond boy was easily recognizable, while Jungkook's face looked a bit blurry -while the other half was covered by the thick boxing glove. She could've picked many of the other screenshots she made out of the video she managed to film, but something in her kept insisting that the shot was the right one.

Although maybe it wasn't a bad idea to blast her neighbor's face in the middle of the page, linking him to a crime that could take him out of her way.

Her lips twisted with disappointment, thinking there was something off with the article itself. It felt empty. It didn't trap her, and she was sure the chief editor would have an even worse opinion on it.

Y/n got up from her seat after her boss called her into his office, knowing a little bit too well that meant his opinion would be so harsh that it was bad to even say it out loud in front of everyone. She closed the door behind her, assuring herself that she'd keep her own shame trapped in those four walls.

—Is that the article you've been working on? —he lifted one of his thick eyebrows.

—Yeah. I think it's ready to be released on the special of Monday.

—It's not a bad one, but I don't think it's enough.

She wasn't able to know what exactly he meant, as her eyes tried to dig into his blue gaze that kept looking lazily over his screen.

—Police showed up, and somebody also took my phone away before I could take better pictures.

—I don't mean that —he stopped her—. The article is good, the exclusive is great, the content is brilliant, but I think it'd be better to get a bit deeper.

Deeper? She almost ended up either arrested or with her hand cut off by the gangsters who were behind those fights. She knew what the consequences were when someone crossed their boundaries and put their territories at risk, although she had only seen them on things that weren't as important. She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if they had caught her that night.

—I don't think I understand.

—Try to give something that people haven't seen before. Your article seems more like the script of one of those news anchors. Try to give it a more personal touch.

—A more personal touch?

—Yeah, like trying to do some covert work, or interview one of the fighters... —he shrugged—. Or, if you want to go on with this type of article, try to get more information than just what you've seen. Use as much time as you need, and come back to me when you think you're ready.

—But... the release date? I thought you were in a rush for this.

—Let's leave it aside, alright? Work on it, while you also work on other things. Take your time.

A more personal touch... If she gave it a more personal touch, she'd probably be censored and arrested after writing all the barbarism that went through her head. The owners of the club used the people that were desperate for money, or a career, to to represent their clubs, all while just seeing it all unfold from afar, or by receiving the results of those same fights when they received the envelope with all the betted money. Meanwhile, the high-ups looked at them from their comfortable places as if they were watching a TV show.

It was disgusting.

She threw the pencil over her desk as she approached it, before letting her body fall on the office chair.

At first, she hoped that the first article would sum up chaos in that community, slowly for all of them to crumble and expose themselves, so she could write one last article with the faces of all those involved on the website.

She didn't think the editor would like the article so much to turn it into a full coverage, so now she had to think in a way to make it personal, but not too personal to spill all of her feelings on it.

The location in her phone marked right in front of where she was standing: the shabby and filthy establishment that looked like it'd collapse at any point.

That was the place Jack sent to her.

Apparently a friend of his source trained there a few times per week, while said source kept the club they trained in to themselves so they wouldn't end up in trouble.

Y/n couldn't blame him, and it wasn't like she could see much difference. Seen one, probably seen them all.

From outside she could only spot three people inside the gym, through the wide windows. One of them was training on the boxing bags, while the other two were lying on the ground with two ropes in between them. She could just assume they were probably getting some rest after one of the sets.

—Good morning —she greeted, after stepping inside—. Is any of you the owner of this place?

The two boys whose backs were lying on the ground lifted their heads, looking at her over their knees before they sat to answer her.

—He's busy right now —the tanned one answered.

—So he isn't here? —her frown furrowed as she looked around.

—He is, but he's dealing with something —the dry punches on the boxing bag stopped so she could be able to hear his reply—. Did you book an appointment to his love nest? —her jaw twisted by the cockiness in his tone and the sided smile he dedicated to the other two boys.

When he finally turned to her and stopped bending his arms, she managed to see some small red marks that turned darker on the center, on his inner elbow. Her eyes moved over him quite fast, scanning his features: he was slim, but maybe a bit too much to be a boxer aiming to compete on those fights and thinking he could win, and those dark circles under his eyes kind of gave her a hint of what he could be spending they money of those fights on even if it was left destroyed.

She had seen all that before.

—No, but I bet a look into your bag could send you to one big dude's love nest in jail. How does that sound?

His mocking smile disappeared almost instantly, dedicating one of the younger boys a quick look to motion him somewhere. Right after he demanded him to stand up, and pointed somewhere in that place, the boy disappeared.

Jungkook motioned Peter to leave where he came from, waving his hand in the air as soon as he saw his head peeking through the door to his office. Although either he was blatantly ignoring him, or the few knocks out in the past fight killed some of his brain cells, because his head kept popping inside every few seconds.

—There's someone asking for you —the young boy whispered, when Jungkook interrupted the tall man in a suit in the middle of his office.

—Tell them I'm busy.

—We did, but she's still outside.

Jungkook sighed, wondering who the hell could be in such a hurry to see him at that exact moment, right when he was in the middle of getting a few improvements for his business.

—Tell her to get lost then?

—I think she's a cop.

Could be it was her imponent aura, or how she didn't double down when Rob tried to intimidate her. Or how she stepped inside like she was looking for something more than just aerobic lessons.

His blood froze at the mere idea of it, looking at Peter with wide eyes before he quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure the man inside didn't hear a single thing he said. Elijah was a serious person in general, but he was completely strict over anything related to his image. The last thing he needed was dealing with a cop right in that moment. He couldn't scare Elijah away.

—I'll be right back —Jungkook announced.

One look was demanding him to stay, Jimin was trying to convince him that whatever was happening outside wasn't more important than what was going on in that ofice. But Jungkook left either way.

To no one's surprise.

As he walked through the corridor, his head just tried to get to the way to kick that person away from his gym. There was no way they could be there for neither of those fights. Last time he received one of those visits was five years back, and he managed to get away from it quite easily.

His walk slowed down when he recognized that brown long thin coat, shaking his head as he tried to take her out of his head. Not only was she constantly in his head while he was at home, now he was also seeing her in a cop?

—You have to be kidding me —Y/n whispered.

As soon as she saw the thin boy looking over her shoulder, along with some steps sounding at her back, she knew she got what she went there for. Although the smallest glimpse of victory disappeared when she saw her neighbor walking next to the other boy that welcomed her earlier.

—Nice to see you, too —Jungkook tilted his head—. I know you can't stop thinking about me, and whatnot. But can you not tell people you're a cop to have an excuse to see me?

—I didn't say I was a cop —she frowned.

Her eyes instantly moved to the short-haired guy, who lowered his gaze and walked past her to go back to the place he was sitting on before she interrupted.

—Also I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for the owner of this hole.

Jungkook felt tempted to tell her he was indeed the owner of said hole, but he knew she'd only throw one of her bothersome phrases, like "It makes sense that you are".

—Why are you looking for him, Hops?

—That's something I will tell him only —she crossed her arms, not falling into his provocations—. Can you get lost somewhere and stop wasting my time?

—Princess, I'm already telling you you don't need to pull up any excuses...

—Don't you ever shut up? —her eyes rolled before she turned to him— I'm here to talk about the fight you were in a few weeks ago, not about your dick and your size complex.

His face drastically changed, although she didn't know if it was because of the way she teased him back for what happened that damned night. His fingers enclosed around her elbow, motioning her to walk out of the gym

—You have to leave.

—What? —her heels stepped on the ground as hard as she was able to, trying to make sure he would have a hard time moving her body away.

—You have to leave.

—I'll leave if I want to —her voice cracked by the strength fight they had going on.

All that push and pull ended before Jungkook was able to move her body one step away from where they were, by a sedated deep voice behind him.

—Any problem, Jeon?

—No, nothing.

Jungkook stepped closer to her, trying to cover her up with his body. The few seconds it'd take Elijah to get bored of that pathetic situation before he stepped back into the office.

—It didn't seem like nothing.

With two taps on his shoulder, the man with slicked black hair was warning him that he'd probably push him, and that it was better for him not to fight it back as much as she was.

—Your face looks familiar —Elijah murmured when he finally was able to see Y/n properly.

Of course she was familiar. He was at the fight, and he was the one who sent one of his men in her direction so she'd stop recording after being caught. He didn't want to know what Y/n's response could be to that, his head was working faster than her tongue, turning his body towards Elijah to speak again.

—She's my girlfriend.

Elijah's lips puckered, lifting both of his eyebrows in surprise as he completely ignored the confused look on Y/n's face after Jungkook came up with that.

—You probably remember her because she was in one of the fights —he mentioned, stepping closer to her—. The girl whose phone you broke?

The oldest man's face finally expressed the click on his brain after Jungkook shared that last bit of information, finally getting an idea of who she was.

—Technically, it wasn't me. But yeah.

There were several possible answers going through Y/n's head at that moment. But she chose to be careful, rather than making use of her sharp tongue.

—She was filming me, she loves watching me fight —he started to explain, wrapping his arm around her shoulders—. She's one big fan, I'm almost like a god to her, righ...Ah!

His body squirmed when she managed to pinch his side with two of his fingers, grasping a slim bit of skin on the area of his ribs.

—I think you're confusing what you feel about yourself with what I feel about you... love —she smiled at him.

Elijah looked disinterested as soon as the people in front of him seemed to start having one of those couple bickerings that only made him cringe.

—Right... I already talked with Jimin, but I'll send you more details through email. I gotta leave now, but I hope to see you soon —he dedicated those last words to Y/n, making her gulp thick.

Both of them stayed hugged to each other, until he disappeared from one of the windows. Almost as she was relieved from a heavy lift, she pushed Jungkook away, slapping his shoulder.

—What's wrong with you? Wh... Hey! —she called him out.

Jungkook dragged her away from any public area, getting her to walk to the office. It wasn't like that assured them more privacy, but at least gave him the idea of it.

The way he stepped inside the room with her made Jimin get up from his chair and look at the both of them, trying to understand what was going on before either of them could try to give him an explanation that would either be a lie or would make no sense.

—Should I leave you two alone? —he asked.

—No —Jungkook rushed to answer.

—Yes —Y/n said at the same time.

—Alright, then.

Jimin sighed, picking up his phone before he made his way to the door, closing it up right after he left the small office.

—Do you know who that man was? —Jungkook answered the question she asked before he dragged her there— I was just saving your careless ass. Normal people say "Thank you".

—Normal people also warn the other person before pulling that dumb act that no one with working brain cells would buy —she replied back—. "Hey, I have a dangerous gangster in my office. Come back in thirty minutes'' it'd have been great, actually. But obviously your dick and your ego were more important, that didn't click some sense into you.

—You're never happy with anything I do, right?

Y/n simply shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest while her eyes were still fixed on him. Jungkook simply sighed, overwhelmed by how difficult to handle she actually was. Nothing was well done, no words were proper either... How was he supposed to deal with her at all?

—I don't really know why you were playing around so much, instead of saying you were the owner of this place —she mentioned, looking around.

—Why would you want to know?

—Because I told you I needed to see the owner —she mocked his tone—. Business.

—Business? —he scoffed, raising both of his eyebrows.

—Not really business, but similar.

—I'm intrigued now.

As the minutes went by and the tension slowly went easier on them, Jungkook felt free to relax again, moving over his office to support his back over the edge of his desk. Y/n followed his movements, finding herself disconnecting from reality, and concentrating a bit too much on how his tattoos moved by the way his muscles flexed when he crossed his arms over his chest, imitating her pose.

—Remember the reason why I went to the fight? My editor wants me to...

—No.

—You don't even know what I was going to say.

—I don't care. It's a no.

—Honestly, I wasn't really asking for permission —she started moving in his direction—. I was just telling you you're going to help me.

His serious expression quickly changed, molding to his smile and the cackle that came from the deepest part of his throat when she mentioned that. Annoyed by how he didn't want to take her seriously, she sighed, sinking her hand inside one of the pockets of her jacket to take her phone out and look for a picture in the gallery before she placed it in front of his face, at the height of his eyes.

Slowly, his laugh decreased its volume, until it completely disappeared. He could only focus on the image in her hand. He was clearly visible on that ring, even if the shot wasn't in the best quality his face and tattoos were on full display, enough to make him recognizable to anyone who knew him.

—What about it? —his tone was calm, trying to hide how nervous he actually was.

—If you don't help me, your face will be all over the news by next Monday.

—And your corpse will appear in the gutter by Monday night —he answered back.

—You really think I'm scared of that? —she challenged him.

—The people that work for the man you met before will reduce you to nothing, I'm just warning you because I know how they work.

While he gave her something to focus her attention on, Jungkook moved, trying to snatch the phone away from her hand. Y/n was faster anyway. Her reflex had her moving her hand away on her back before he was able to move a centimeter closer to her. His arm was wrapped around her body, and her torso was rubbing against his chest while they were so dangerously close that he could even smell the strawberry gum scent that came out of her lips.

If he wasn't so annoyed, he probably would be kissing her.

—I want an answer before eleven —she whispered—. I'll write this article with or without your help.

There was something in him that had her wanting to be glued to him for a bit more, just five seconds more. But she stepped back while the third second was still processing in her brain, starting to perceive that subtle cigarette scent that came from him.

—That's blackmailing, and it's also a crime.

—Says the person who broke into my home and also filmed me without my consent to, surprise, blackmail me. I want an answer by eleven, 3B —she mocked the way he used to refer to her—. Have a good afternoon.

Jungkook watched her go, supporting the weight of his body on the edge of the desk as his head fell back.

That woman was the biggest pain in the ass he had ever met.

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[vinetae]

"We're made to fade, my dear."

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊɪᴍɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (Neighbor!AU)

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 18+ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ/ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ!ᴊɪᴍɪɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀꜱ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ, ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ꜰɪʀᴇ.

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖: (To be decided..)

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚆𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚘; 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 :(

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His love for stealth and secrecy got him into a bit more trouble than most kids. While other children had been busy blowing their allowances on the newest video game or action figure, Jimin had been saving up for something major. A small but carefully designed polaroid. Similar to the ones teenagers in the movies consider 'vintage'. He'd saved all one-hundred and seventy-two dollars for that rickety thing.

He'd spent hours snapping innocent pictures with his newly acquired, first love. Bees buzzing quiet in the hives above his little grounded tree fort, some ants marching on by during a planned and directed motive to store food for winter days, and even a few quick pics of his favorite dog, Ki.

For a while, things had been calm on his camera roll. A few blurred mess ups, but it had all been part of his learning experience. Things had been calm.

Quiet.

Until puberty hit.

His innocent images faded and once foliaged film strips had been slowly swapped with more.. how would you say...

Provocative activities.

Thousands of snaps, thanks to his college one-night stands had been plastered on his dorm walls. Each woman having a different set and sight to feast like-minded starving artist's minds upon. Some had been tied down, ankles cuffed to their twin sized bed, one of Jimin's belts practically shoved down her throat, etc.

His sexual needs dripping into the pot of his once innocent honeyed hobby. Narrowed and darkened eyes now guide the unsuspecting hands of his own creations and motives, as he's led blindly through the rest of his campus years. Taking in women, in exchange for more beautiful creations of his own. Women ranging all from each sides of the spectrum. His selfish deeds had given the girls unconscious boosts of confidence. He'd been titled "The Flasher".

Some had even agreed to the act. Allowing him to dress them up in all sort of attire and -unattire- until his heart's end. Some sensual black lace coiled around their beautiful sculpted figures, while some had preferred to be in the complete nude.

They never complained. Some were even asking for copies after their scandalous acts. The women had been pretty kind to his hobby.

Once he'd finished grad school, he'd decided to move into a small little town on the outskirts from the city. Nature calling, rather than his boss. He preferred it that way. Not having to listen to anymore dramatic, stretched college sex stories of who fucked who. His mind had been at peace.

Until a certain little lady stepped into his sight.

The white tailed summer's dress cascaded down her elongated figure. Half exposed legs stretch further than the he could see. A pair of sparkly, white heels to match.

Certainly wasn't a usual sight for the south.

His breath rolls out in a few hushed chuckles, wiping the excess paint from his feather brush. He watches the young woman haul the minimal of her suitcases towards the neighboring house, plopping the load onto the bouncy oak planks of Miss Kim's old porch.

He lowers himself down to the little padded chair he'd sat out for his creative activities, knee bending at the joint as he relaxes a bit. The cool winds of summer brush along his lightly tanned skin like his brush strokes upon the once blank canvas.

His eyes train upon the newly announced stranger's slim figure, watching as she struggles searching for the key the previous owner had hid. A chuckle rolls from his breath, mind wandering to his faded memories of the previous tenant.

A few moments drip by, before he mumbles a few, familiar words to her un-aided struggles.

"Flower pot."

After a few more seconds, he watches the expression of her features shine like the sun. Lighting up like the fourth of July, as your hands place themselves right where he'd silently explained.

A smile creeps his sharp features.

Interesting.

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Again, this will be a drawn out fic, rather than a short and sweet one. There will be LOTS of heavy tension and avoidance of certain.. ahem.

Feelings.

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[soggykookiesandcream]

Ɩųཞɛ - ʝʝƙ ơŋɛʂɧơɬ

Pairing: Jungkook x OC (Yeona)

Genre: college!jungkook + yandere (ish) + smut

Words: 3,629

Summary: Jungkook is a coward to approach her. So what does he do?

Warnings: Weird yandere behaviour, Yeona is weirdly convinced she likes Jungkook even though she does not, wet dreams, smut, ridiculous and cringe dreams (Because dreams tend to be wild)

A/N: This is a dump from a Wattpad collab. You can read it there too. Check out Hibiscusyriacus on Wattpad. She has a slightly different version. ;)

“Fuck,” he cusses with his eyes screwed shut, “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Thank you,” she mumbles, “You’re hot too.”

“Yeah,” he sighs as he opens his eyes looking down at her.

They moan in unison as they come to an end.

“That was good,” she sighs with a small smile.

“It was,” he grins back and leans in for a kiss.

“AAH!” She jerks forward, “What the fuck?”

Sweat rolls down her forehead and she felt wetness pooling in between her thighs. Did I just have a wet dream…?

… About a boy in my class?

What a nice dream to begin the day with.

She pulls the duvet off her and gets off the bed, “I need a shower,” she whispers to herself.

She walks into class with her stuff and takes a seat. She opens her book and looks through what the professor was going to lecture. She looks up to see the same guy in her dream walk inside. Her cheeks dust pink as she thinks about her dream. It was weird. She’s never had a wet dream before nor has she ever been horny enough to have one.

He takes a seat and looks back to see her. His eyes bore into hers. She looks away nervously. Why did he look at me? Does he know?

Don’t be silly. How can he know about your dream?

“Good morning, students,” the professor walks looking the same as usual—bored and annoyed.

“Today,” he clears his throat looking at his book, “We’ll be going through…”

She zones out and looks at the guy. His name’s Jungwon? Jungbin? Yongkook? Something with a “J” and a “K” I know.

She notices a “J” keychain on his bag. Definitely a “J”.

“I’ll also be returning all your project reports,” the professor says looking at them from above his spectacles, “It needs revision, please. I don’t want to hand in abominations to the exhibition board.”

He sighs, “At least do this for the college reputation.”

He slowly hands out the project reports, “I must admit though. Jungkook has done a good job. Jungkook and Sarah too.”

Jungkook. Yes, that’s his name.

“I must be failing as a teacher if so many of you couldn’t make a simple project report,” he shakes his head in disappointment, “College isn’t just about partying, please. Make sure your academics are on point too.”

She takes her project report and shoves it inside her bag.

“Anyway,” the professor turns to the projector, “Coming back to the topic.”

She gathers her stuff and leaves as the class rushes outside. She feels a hand on her shoulder. Turning around she’s face to face with Jungkook, the boy from her dreams.

“You left this,” he gives a pen to her.

“Oh, thanks,” she says taking the pen.

“Bye,” he says before turning on his heels and walking away.

“He stares a lot,” she thinks before looking at the pen. She realizes that she’s never had a pen like that. She looks through the sea of people for him, “Hey! This isn’t mine.”

She looks around like an ostrich for him, “Motherfucker,” she breathes and leaves the premise.

“Just like that,” he grins, face fucked out in bliss, “My dirty girl.”

“Uh,” she breathes softly feeling him inside, “Please.”

“Keep going,” he encourages in a whisper, “You’re doing so well,” his hands find her waist slowly lifting her up and down.

“Tired,” she whimpers.

“So fast?” He chuckles before stopping, “Well, you’re lucky. I have the energy to go a few rounds.”

He flips them over on the couch and lines up with him. He seals her moans in her mouth with a kiss and pushes in.

“Oh God,” she cries.

“Don’t call him when you’re sinning,” he grins thrusting in harder.

“Shut your damn mouth,” she curses focusing on the pleasure.

“Do you wanna write it down?” He asks with a smirk.

“Write what down?” She opens her eyes to see him holding a pen. The same pen he gave her in class.

“My name,” he grins, “On you pussy,” her jaw drops, “Cause I own it,” he finishes and pulls out.

“Wait- I’m not done,” he pulls away from her and tosses the pen to her.

“See you later,” he smirks, “My dear dream fuck buddy.”

She jerks up sweating profusely, “Why the fuck do I keep dreaming about him?” She looks down between her thighs, “Asshole didn’t even let me finish!”

“What a ridiculous dream? Who would ask someone to write their name on-“ She grumbles and gets out of bed to change for college.

Her mood was entirely ruined for the day. The “fuck buddy” from her dream didn’t let her finish and she was feeling extremely weird and moody about it. Walking towards class, her eyes fall on Jungkook. Her face twists in anger and walks into the class with long and angry strides.

Asshole couldn’t have let me finish before giving me the pen and leaving.

“Settle down!” The professor walks in, “Have you revised the project reports? Please tell me you have. I don’t wanna be embarrassed in front of the board with your grammatical deformities.”

“I’m ready to put forward a deal,” he sighs upon the silence, “If your project report earns a compliment from any board member, I will grant you extra points on the upcoming finals. Good?”

Everyone exchanges looks before nodding and saying yes.

“Alright,” he smiles in satisfaction, “You may turn them in tomorrow. Let’s begin class.”

“Dismissed,” the professor shuts his textbook and leaves.

Everyone rushes out and she looks around for Jungkook. She spots his little coconut head near the door and makes her way to him, his pen in her hand.

“Hey,” she taps his shoulder, “Jungkook. This isn’t my pen.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, “Well, keep it. Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “Of course not but-” He doesn’t stay for her explanation and walks away.

An asshole in my dreams and in real life too. She grumbles before leaving.

“It’s exam season!” Her friend, Areum, chirps, “Where’s my anxious little cheese cake?”

“That is so cringe,” Yeona shakes her head, “Please, don’t say that ever again.”

“Aww,” she laughs, “Okay, my sweet cupcake.”

Yeona slaps the book on her forehead, “I’ll never be free. Will I?”

“Yes,” she shrugs, “When I die.”

“Have you ever had alcohol?” She asks Areum.

“Alcohol?” Areum thinks, “Yeah, my dad let me try once. Why?”

“I wanna try it,” She says with a sigh, “It looks fun to be drunk.”

“You know,” her friend turns towards her excited, “Dowon is gonna have a party after the exam—an end of the year party. We should go.”

“I hate Dowon,” she scoffs, “You know that.”

“There’ll be booze!” Areum exclaims, “A lot of it. And I need a plus one. Please?”

“I’ll think about it,” Yeona sighs.

“Pretty please?”

“Fine!” She agrees, “I’m gonna go. It’s almost time for my exam.”

“Bye, baby,” Areum winks.

She rolls her eyes and walks away reading her textbook. Her eyes were baggy, barely staying open. She stayed up till 3 in the morning and then her fuck buddy had to get into her dreams and annoy her. Summary? She didn’t get sleep.

She bumps into a boy and drops her book.

“Ugh,” she grumbles, “You couldn’t have moved after seeing me?”

“I don’t know,” his voice alerts her, “Maybe I didn’t want to.”

Jungkook. Fuck buddy.

“Sorry,” she apologizes and tries to walk away but his arm stops her.

“Don’t want your book?” He asks bending down to pick it up.

“Oh,” she grabs it quickly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he brushes his shoulder against hers while walking away.

She feels wetness pooling and curses, “Fucking asshole!”

“I know you’re sobbing about your exam being trash but it’s over!” Areum pleads, “Just live.”

“It’s not over till the results come out,” Yeona scoffs, “I need to do well.”

“You will!” She pulls her frustrated friend along with her, “Let’s get you clothes for Dowon’s party.”

“Why? I’m going there only for booze-”

“Booze or not. You’re going to a sophisticated party,” she chirps, “You must be well dressed.”

“I’m not letting you choose,” Yeona grumbles, “I hate your yellow and green colour choices.”

“Hey!” Areum’s eyebrows furrow in offense, “Green is totally my colour.”

“Yours,” she rolls her eyes, “Not mine. I prefer darker colours. Maybe darker shades of red? Oh! Dark blue and stuff like that.”

“OH MY GOD!” Areum squeals pointing at a store window in the mall, “Wine,” she pauses, “Red dress.”

Yeona looks over and falls in love. Wine. Red. Dress. It was like a Taylor Swift song. Near the dress is a pair of matching red heels and a purse. Now, it’s a Taylor Swift album.

“Oh my,” she whispers, “I like it. Should I get it?”

“Should?” Her friends looks offended, “YOU MUST!”

“Okay!” Yeona grins and drags her friend to the store.

“How can I help you?” A sweet assistant goes over to the giddy pair.

“Hi,” Yeona greets her, “We’d like to know about the wine red piece on the window.”

“Oh, yes,” she smiles, “It’s on sale. Would you like to try it?”

“Sure,” she grins bouncing on her heels.

“Go on over to the trial rooms,” she points in the direction of the trial rooms, “I’ll bring the piece over.”

“Thank you,” the two friends squeak out before rushing to the trial room.

“It’s beautiful,” Yeona’s eyes twinkle as she looks at herself in the mirror, “I love it.”

“We’re getting it,” Areum smiles, “It’s affordable too.”

“Yes,” she grins, “You should pick something out too.”

“I have my eye on another piece,” her friend replies, “My mom sent me a picture of it a few days ago.”

“Let’s get going then!” She blows a kiss to Areum.

“Ma’am?” The assistant comes back with a box.

“Yes?” Areum responds.

“That piece also comes with a necklace,” she explains, “It’s free with the set.”

Yeona steps forward to take a look at the necklace. A simple silver chain with a small red stone at the center.

It was now a Taylor Swift album featuring Lana Del Ray.

“Okay, I think for once,” Yeona breathes in, “Yellow is going to look good on you.”

“See,” she rolls her eyes, “The right shade of yellow does the trick.”

Yeona chuckles, “Yeah-”

She drops her bags when her head comes into contact with someone chest.

“Can you not see where you’re going?” She scowls rubbing her forehead and looks up only for realization to hit her, “Jungkook.”

“Sorry,” he replies, “You’re too short to see.”

“What-” He doesn’t stay to entertain her offended reactions and swiftly moves away.

Yeona looks at her friend who was holding in a laugh, “Am I that short?”

“He’s a weirdo,” she comments as she watches her outfit laid out on the bed.

“Who?” Areum asks applying golden eyeshadow, “Dowon?”

“Jungkook,” she answers.

“Why are you thinking of him all of a sudden?” Her friend squints her eyes in suspicion, “Does he have your little heart on lock with his little weird interactions?”

“No way,” Yeona is quick to deny her friend’s accusation.

But in the back of her head she knew it was partially true. Why else would she have such… intimate dreams about him?

“Then don’t think of him too much,” she says, “Go get changed and I’ll help you with your hair.”

“Alright,” Yeona drags herself up, “All this just for a little booze.”

“Hey!” Areum snaps, “That dress is an investment. You said it yourself. A Taylor Swift song.”

Yeona chuckles as she grabs the dress, “Should I go commando?”

Her friend looks at her, bites her lips and contemplates. A small smile creeps up to her lips. She winks making it clear.

Commando.

“Oh my God,” Yeona says over the loud music blaring, “It is really loud.”

“What did you expect?” Areum chuckles, “It’s a party.”

“Where’s the booze?” She asks looking around.

“You wanna get drunk already?” Areum asks, “Let’s dance or do something else first and then drink.”

“Okay,” she nods and follows her friend futher into the party.

“Don’t let go-” Yeona yells but her friend gets dragged away by other popular girls.

“Oh my God,” the girls squeal, “Your dress is amazing, Areum! Your friend looks good too!” They compliment Yeona as well.

“Thank you,” Areum grins, “Yeona is here only for the booze. She wants to try it for the first time.”

“I see,” one of the girls nod, “I’d say the booze at the party is like… Okay? I’ve definitely had better alcohol.”

“Oh,” Yeona’s face drops and her head gets dizzy from the flashing lights, “I’m gonna find the restroom.”

“It’s over there,” one of the girls point, “If you can’t find it, come back right here. We’ll wait for you.”

She smiles before leaving to find the bathroom. She’s never met such nice and genuine popular girls.

Now. Where is the bathroom? She groans. I think I’ll just go back.

Just as she turns back a hand grabs her and pulls her along. She tries to scream but a hand covers her mouth.

“Mmmpff,” her screams were muffled but she hears his voice.

“Shush,” he says.

“Jung-” She breathes, “Jungkook?”

“Hello,” he breathes, “Follow me.”

“Where?” She asks as he drags her upstairs.

“Somewhere more silent and private,” he winks.

Her heart stops at his words. Were her dreams coming true?

He opens a door, pushes her in and crashes his lips to hers. She squeals a little as her body gets pinned on the wall beside the door. His hand reaches out and locks the door.

She tries to kiss back but his lips move down her neck. She reaches out to pull him back up, “Come back.”

Jungkook chuckles before smashing his lips back onto hers again this time pressing his body into her.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers.

Yeona was partially convinced that this was another dream. Why would Jungkook kiss her? No reason.

Her body gets pulled away from the wall and onto the bed. He pulls his shirt off and gives her a quick kiss before kissing down her neck.

“Let me take your shirt off,” he says and her arms go up automatically to help him take it off. He pulls it off smoothly with a small smile.

His eyes fall to her breasts, “Fuck,” he murmurs before his face lowers. She releases a small moan.

“Sensitive here?” He smirks as his hands knead her tits. She nods, eyes screw shut.

“I’m gonna have so much fun,” he whispers kissing lower down her belly, “So much.”

“You are?” She asks raising her head and looking down at him.

“We are,” he says opening her legs apart, “If you let go and try to enjoy.”

She nods as he lowers down kissing her inner thighs. She shivers at the sensation. Her thighs lock onto his head as he gets closer.

She sighs as his lips come in contact with hers. He darts his tongue out to lick a stripe. She moans and pulls on his hair. His smug face delves in deeper.

“I’m gonna eat your soul out,” he chuckles, “I wanna see you squirm and scream.”

She quivers listening to pure dirt falling out of his mouth smoothly.

“Let’s see the button that’ll make you cry,” he pauses searching around until he finds the nub, “There.”

“Fuck,” she curses and comes undone after a little pressure.

He crawls back up to her, “I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

She nods eagerly pulling him down into a kiss.

“You look so fucking good in a red dress,” he says softly, “I love it on you. Love it when you wear these types of colours.”

Confusion boils at the back of her mind but she ignores it as she hears the sound of Jungkook’s zipper and excitement fills in her stomach. She looks down to find him pumping himself.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispers sweetly, “Tell me you want me inside.”

“I want you inside,” she replies, grabbing onto his shoulders.

He groans aligning his tip to her core, “You’re so fucking fine,” he groans pushing in, “So wet and ready for me.”

She lets out small whimpers adjusting to him. He curses a few times waiting for her to give a sign to continue. Slowly she starts grinding herself down and he takes it as a sign to start slow. He takes her small moans as appreciation and quickens the pace.

“I’ll never want someone else more than you,” he grunts out, “You’re too fucking addictive.”

His passionate words resonate with his thrusts and he loses most of his senses fucking into her. Her eyes roll back, her toes curl and her nails claw at his back. She taps him lightly and his hands rush down to her nub. Her hips lift up trying to match his pace.

“I’m close,” she gasps, “Jungkook-”

“I got you,” he rasps out and adds more pressure to her clit.

She cries as everything unravels around her. She comes undone and she breaks into sweat. He soon follows and pulls out pumping himself with his eyes shut. He groans with his release and falls aside. She sighs and takes deep breaths.

“Finally,” Jungkook smiles, turning his head to look at her, “I got you.”

3 months ago

So beautiful, he thought as he watched her do her work at the campus cafe. He had never fallen so head over heels in love with anyone before. At least not enough to stalk someone.

“Are you not done watching her like a creep?” Eunwoo sat beside him.

“I’m just having coffee,” he shrugged and looked at his friend.

“Sure,” his friend rolled his eyes, “Why don’t you just ask her out?”

“She doesn’t know who I am,” Jungkook sighed, “Why would she accept a stranger?”

“Then make yourself known!” Eunwoo stressed, “If you really like her then just charm her, woo her and ask her out.”

“Charm her,” he thought, “Charm her with what? I don’t really have anything nice about me.”

“You need more confidence, you need to do something you know, something like-" Jungkook stopped his friends mid-sentence

"Black magic," Said Jungkook, making Eunwoo chuckle, assuming it was a joke

There was a long silent pause and a serious look on Jungkook’s face.

“... Shut the fuck up- Jungkook!” He exclaimed, “Are you really going to-”

“Okay, do you know anything about all this? I know what I'm doing," Jungkook slicked his hair back.

"You mean you've been…" His friend couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah, I've been," Jungkook shrugged.

“Don’t involve me in this,” Eunwoo shook his head, picking his bag up, “Just don’t get into trouble, please.”

He’s been torturing her in her dreams. Dropping small enchanted charms in her bag to nicking her notebook to write spells and symbols in it. All to induce dreams. Dreams he wanted her to see. He notices her mood every day in class. Somedays it was nice and those are the days he’d let her finish. He grins to himself when she walks into class grumpy knowing he didn’t let her finish. He also notices her cheeks turn pink when she notices him.

He had to make his physical presence more prominent in her life. He had to have some sort of interaction with her. He holds the charmed pen in his hand. For now, a small one would do. When the class dispersed he handed the pen over to her like she had left it behind. And being a girl with an attention span of a sparrow, she took it. He walked away before she had gotten the chance to look at the pen, hoping she’d keep it with her so he could induce dreams with it. He walked quickly to stand hidden behind a locker.

“Hey! This isn’t mine,” she noticed and he smiled after hearing her cuss him out.

He had decided to make several more “accidental” interactions between them. Bumping into her at college several times, dropping his books after… Making sure her books or belongings fell too.

He stalked her the entire time at the mall watching his plan unfold smoothly. The charm he dropped to tempt her towards alcohol was working. She was going to Dowon’s party just for alcohol but what was waiting for her was so much more. He couldn’t do anything if she drank alcohol so he had to snatch her up before she’d even get to the alcohol.

He saw her look like a kid who saw the most mouth-melting candy at a store when looking at the wine-red dress. While she was in the trial room he purchased a simple silver chain with a small red stone at the centre and asked the sweet lady to give it to her as a set with the dress.

Seeing her at the party with the wine-red dress and heels on did something to him. Something he’d never recover from. He thought he’d get her when she reached the alcohol booth but in favour of his plan, she searched around for the bathroom. She got to the darker areas in the place so he could easily grab her. He thought she’d freak out but she seemed much more accepting than he had expected.

His plan, the one he had been coiling up for months was unfurling like a long red mat into a gala. And damn right he was going to walk on it like he owned it.

Because he did.

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