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jkbabiey · 1 year

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Pairing: fwb!jkxreader(f)

Genre: fluf; smut; slight angst; college!AU: fwb2lovers!AU

Warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader (they try to switch it up but it’s just not in them), athlete!jk, medstudent!reader, rough sex, praise kink, spit kink, slight overstimulation, worried kook, anxiety :(

Jungkook knew, when you texted him a 'come over' at 11:56PM on a Sunday, that college was kicking your ass. It was finals period so the real question was who's ass wasn't being kicked, but he knew it took a lot for you to admit your ass was being kicked, yet you did text him a straight-up invite to fuck - instead of calling him and beating around the bush to see who'd cave first like you always did.

Obviously, being Jeon Jungkook, he didn't even think of complaining or refusing your invite but you both knew there would be a snarky little teasing remark about your urgency to be with him. He had thought of a million ways to tease you on the way to your dorm. Still, as soon as you opened the door to your room all of the witticisms that had come to his mind throughout the ride vanished, leaving him with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, while his eyes analyzed your freshly washed hair, your deep dark circles, and your chapped lips. You didn't greet him, opting to just turn around, walk to the kitchen to get a bottle of cold water, and leave him to close the door on his way in.

Jungkook found this - not being greeted with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, like always - weird, to say the least. Among every single soul he had gotten to know in his two years as a college student, you had to be the kindest, sweetest, and warmest person he had ever met, which contrasted a lot with the rest of the people he knew. Most people in college, at least in the environment he was in being an athlete and belonging to a frat, got a little consumed by the freedom of being in college and away from parents and further responsibilities, and most often than not got a little presumptuous and a tiny bit too extroverted, surrendering to bad habits.

You weren't like that tho. You were still in your first year of college and hadn't experienced the tumultuous life of college parties and alcohol because (1) you didn't exactly get along with the popular people that got invited to parties and (2) even if you did get invited to parties, you didn't really like them - too many people and way too loud music. Jungkook had met you in the coffee shop you worked in. It was near college and had the best iced coffee ever. You were a pretty girl and had a cute smile so you immediately caught his attention but he didn't even try to get your number because you just emanated that quirky nerdy energy to you and that was exactly what he wasn't looking for in a girl. Basically you were far from anything close to his type. Actually, he wasn't even looking for a girl - his life was busy already and the last thing he needed was another distraction.

Still, there was no denying you when a month of stolen glances and shy smiles passed and you handed Jungkook his cup of iced coffee with your number written under his name on the name tag. He remembers panicking and not taking any advances toward you the week after you gave him your number. He didn't even go to get coffee through that week. You genuinely thought you had scarred the man away. But after he saw you in a denim skirt and a black crop top walking through uni, he couldn't help but send you a little text.

Since then you two had been casually hanging out - which was a way of saying you had been having casual sex, with absolutely no strings attached and no expectations from either side. Jungkook did consider you a friend and he thought your playful banter and fun conversations meant you also saw him as a close friend. And you two had gotten closer than a lot of Jungkook's other friends because, in his eyes, you were without a doubt the most genuine person he had ever met and you always brought a feeling of freshness with you whenever you two got together. He liked you.

He came inside your room to see what seemed like anatomy sketches and notes sprawled everywhere on your bedroom floor. "Is everything ok?" he asked once you came into your room with your water bottle. "Yeah, I've just been having a hard time focusing and decided to take a break and go take a cold shower," you said, your voice sweet as ever. You set the water bottle on top of your wooded desk and walked towards him in your tank top and tight pajama shorts. "Thought you could help me focus a little better too," you whispered, enveloping his neck with both your arms. His hands were automatically placed on your hips while his head reached down to gently kiss you on the lips.

You guided him to seat on the edge of your bed while still kissing him and straddled his lap with your legs on each side of his hips, feeling his big hands groping the flesh of your thighs. You griped the thin dark hairs on the bottom of his head and pulled them a little, smiling against Jungkook's lips when he gasped against you at the little pull.

Jungkook wasn't exactly convinced that everything was okay and that you were just having trouble focusing. He knew you struggled with anxiety and could get a little too lost in your studies, even forgetting to take care of yourself.

You felt Jungkook's hand land on your right arm to pull you back a little "W-wait y/n, is everything okay? Have you eaten today?" he asked, watching your brows furrow and your legs starting to get off of his lap. You stood up, the annoyance was obvious on your expression and Jungkook had never even seen an ounce of that on you.

"Why do you care?" you asked, angry but still wearing the same quiet and sweet as honey tone of voice. "Listen, I really have to study. I called you here for a reason but if you're not in the mood, you should go. I have things to do and I don't want to waste my tim-"

"Ok, ok," Jungkook muttered seeing as your face started getting red and your behavior became more and more erratic and restless. "Come back here," he reached for your hand, pulling you into him once again and forcing you to sit back on his lap. And you did, looking down at your hands while Jungkook placed his hands on your hips and stayed quiet, just looking at you with a soft look in his eyes.

"I'm fine, I just need to relieve some tension," you quietly explained, fidgeting with your fingers like a little kid on Jungkook's lap.

"I get it," he whispered as his lips started puckering little kisses all the way from your cheek to the skin of your neck. You rested your arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer and letting him suckle on your neck. "I'll make you feel good."

In a second his hands were under your tank top, fondling your braless chest while you rolled your hips down into his, moaning into his hair as you felt his hardening length poking your leg. You reached down his back grabbed his sweatshirt and tugged it up to try and get it on your floor. Sensing your struggle with his clothes, Jungkook maneuvered to free himself of his sweatshirt and rid you of your tank top too. Almost automatically Jungkook's mouth was on your right nipple, his tongue massaging it and teasing you with little bites, while his hand fondled your other breast. You tilted your head back in pleasure, letting out breathy moans of Jungkook's name to which he buckled his hips up.

Soon both your sleeping shorts and his jeans were next to the rest of your clothing and Jungkook's fingers were cupping your heat. "God, you're so wet," Jungkook whimpered feeling the wetness already sipping through your panties, immediately pulling them to the side and running two of his fingers through your slit. “Bet you spent the whole day thinking of my cock, haven’t you?”

You nodded and hissed at the feeling of Jungkook inserting two of his fingers inside you abruptly, and pumping them in and out in a fast motion, not even giving you the time to adjust. Everything about Jungkook was big - his height, his cock, his fingers. Two of his fingers were thicker that three of yours, which was all you could handle when you played with yourself, but whenever you and Jungkook got together you knew you needed the preparation.

"I need you," you whined and he chuckled, husky and teasing, with his plump lips just beside your ear. You reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to reveal his hard shaft, that hit his abdomen. So close to you you could feel its heat. You humped your hips against his thighs, trying to get some friction after he removed his fingers from your pussy, and heard Jungkook groan, feeling the urgency in your hasty movements, watching the desire in your eyes, and earing the neediness in your high-pitched moans.

“You think you can take me already?” he asked, half serious, half teasing, and you nodded quickly, watching the smug grin on Jungkook’s face grow.

You always got so lost whenever Jungkook was near. His presence alone was intoxicating. He was able to overpower the habitual struggle of always reaching for something, always aiming to be someone. He allowed you to be whoever you were. He allowed you to be no one if that's what you wanted - he always managed to make you feel hyperaware of every single sensation that sparked through your body and that was enough. With Jungkook, you could fall apart. He'd be the death of you and you'd let him.

He reached down, grabbing your hips and lifting you a little so his dick would align with your entrance. He let you fall suddenly so his entire length would penetrate you and you hissed, shutting your eyes closed at the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times you two did this, you'd never get used to Jungkook's size. He reached his hand in between your sweaty bodies and quickly found your clit, rubbing quick circles against the hard nub.

"C'mon baby, move," he groaned before thrusting his hips up harshly. You cried out and he moved forward to envelop your waist in his arms, pressing light feathery kisses against your temple. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my dick."

You settled your knees on the space next to his hips, on each side, finding support to move on top of him, and placed your tiny hands on Jungkook's strong shoulders. You moved your body all the way up slowly until only his tip was inside of you. And then started moving back down at the same slow pace, defeatedly crying out at the size of him. "That's it, slow and steady baby," his voice guttural as his lips ghosted on yours, barely touching.

You repeated the motion, starting to fasten your pace when the burn of his size subsided and all that was left was the pleasure of feeling completely full of his cock. "You fill me up so good, Kook,” you whimpered and heard the deep groan Jungkook left out. He was losing patience. Jungkook wasn't a patient man and you knew that the pace at which you could comfortably ride him wasn't the pace he could reach when he was in control. Jungkook was an animalistic lover, going fucking feral whenever he got to be inside your pussy. You could see the self-control in his expression, the clenched jaw, shut eyes, and furrowed brows said it all for you.

It didn't take long until his self-control went out the window. All it took was a loud cry of his name out your mouth when you rolled your hips in a certain way so that your clit would rub against his pelvis. He thrust his hips up roughly, his abs clenching and let out a high-pitched whimper at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He then planted his feet firmly against the floor of your bedroom and leaned back, laying himself down on the matters and bringing your forwards with him. He placed both his hands on your ass cheeks, grabbing them hard and spreading them to start to fuck up into you, setting the pace that he wanted, rough and fast. You leaned forward, clinging to every single portion of skin you could touch, screaming out moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, love this pussy so much, always so warm and tight," he groaned into your hair and grabbed your waist so he could lay you down on the mattress, now on your back. He settled between your legs, grabbing your thighs and opening them as wide as they could possibly go, aligning himself with your hole, and going back to fucking you mercilessly. His eyes fluttered and the drag of your velvety walls against the sensitive skin of his dick, and his lips brushing against yours.

Jungkook groaned at the sound of your wet pussy sucking his cock in, reaching his hand up to roughly grab your face, forcefully pressing his fingers against your jaw. Your teary eyes locked with his lustful ones just for him to messily press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You couldn't keep up with his pace. You never could and you loved it that way. You loved just how messy he always made you. You loved how he used your body like you were a lifeless fuck doll, with little to no care about how you felt. You loved it just the way he did it. You loved to be fucked hard and fast.

Jungkook got on his knees, grabbing both your legs to support them on his shoulders, chasing his own pleasure. He reached so deep inside of you in the new position you felt your eyes roll back. His eyes opened and he took your fucked out figure in - teary eyes, heavy breaths, plump red lips wet with drool, wild messy hair, sweaty shiny skin, his dick poking your tummy every time he went in deep. You're so tiny compared to him, sometimes he wonders how you could take his huge cock like you always do.

"You're perfect, so fucking beautiful," he whispered reaching forward to bring his lips to yours. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips, his hips still pistoning against yours. "Such a pretty, pretty girl," he whined against your lips before pressing another kiss to them, this one softer and lighter. You brought your hands up his back, scratching him in the process and he let out a breathy moan, whiny and needy.

"Fuck Kook, I'm almost there," you cried out and Jungkook reached between your bodies to rub your clit. Gasps and moans flew out your mouth as he fastened his pace.

"Come for me, princess," and you do, going over the edge quickly after you feel his fingers pinching your clit, your pussy squelching every time he bottoms out while his fingers continued circling your sensitive nub. You feel his pace slowing down and his cock throbs from the feeling of your pussy tightening around his dick. He pulled back to watch the point where your bodies connected, the way his shiny cock went all the way in and out until only his tip was left, and then back to the warmth of your pussy, and the way your juices coated the whole length of his dick and pooled on your ass too to the point where your sheets were soaked.

Jungkook grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly and going back to the furious pace he'd set earlier, chasing an orgasm of his own, not caring at all about how overstimulated you were. You gasped and clenched the sheets under you in your fists, biting your bottom lip.

"Open your mouth," Jungkook groaned, leaning forward closer to your face. You did as told and soon after he spit in your mouth,, a bit of drool hitting your cheek instead of your mouth and he instantly feels your walls tightening once again around his cock. You instantly swallow it and he's caught off guard when you gather the spit on your cheek onto your finger and suck it clean. "Such a fucking slut," he moaned and felt his cock throb inside you. His brain was heady with lust and he could think of nothing except for your pussy. He couldn't control the volume of his moans when you reached down to rub your clit, warning him of a second orgasm. He loses it, rutting into you like a desperate beast until ribbons of white cum are spewing out of his dick and stuffing you full. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge once again and you're gasping and crying out along with him, as the tightening of your walls prolongs his high.

Jungkook fell heavy on top of you and your hands were quickly directed to his dark locks of hair, now partially drenched in sweat. You felt his heavy breaths against the skin of your neck and his panting chest against yours.

"Was I too rough?" he asked after a few minutes of just laying there and recomposing his breathing paces.

"No, it was just what I needed," you answered and he chuckled, pressing a quick peck against your neck, tickling you.

"Can I stay the night? Don't feel like driving back home," he asked, finally getting off you to lay on his back, next to you instead.

"I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight," you answered nuzzling your face against Jungkook's chest. "You can sleep here though, no problem."

"What do you mean you're not gonna sleep tonight?" he asked, his voice sounding a lot more worried already. "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I have an exam on friday and I couldn't study properly the whole day, so I'll study now."

"Y/n, you need to rest. You spent the whole weekend studying. You're coming to sleep with me now," he argued, standing up from your bed and trying to grab your hand to take you to take a bath.

"Kook, I already said I have to study. You're not entitled to just tell me what to do. I already decided I will spend the night studying and you can't tell me not to!" you snapped and Jungkook raised his hands in defeat. He moved and started to grab his clothes and get dressed, while you sat up on your bed. "What are you doing?"

"Going home. If you already decided you're gonna spend the night studying like a fucking maniac I might as well go sleep in my own bed," he grumbled and you just watched him getting dressed, trying to figure out if this was your fault or if he was being an actual asshole for not respecting your schedules.

"Are you seriously getting mad at me because I need to study?"

"I'm not mad y/n," he sighed. "I just think that you can't take care of yourself for shit. I'm sure all you've eaten since Friday was a fucking apple and two protein bars and you're probably running on two hours of sleep. And now I try to help and you lash out at me?" he expresses his anger in the calmest way possible and his eyes don't express anything other than worrisome. "I'm going home, now. Do whatever you want," he said, coming closer to you, that were still seating down on your bed, and leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. He was angry but he wouldn’t just leave without a kiss because that would just give you something else to overthink about. He always kissed your forehead on his way out.

He was driving towards his house but you still persisted in his mind. Had you slept at all throughout the whole weekend? And what exactly had you eaten in the last two days? Also, tomorrow was Monday and your first class was at 9AM from what he remembered from the timetable you had stuck on your bedroom door. So how were you planning on not sleeping?

He doesn't remember making any rational decision to stop in front of a convenience store to buy two boxes of instant chicken noodles and a pack of tea bags. He didn't exactly think it through. It was just a random thought that popped out and he just did it, like it was second nature to take care of you.

Suddenly, he was back at your door, knocking on the door, to find you already washed up, and brushing your teeth. "Wha- are yo-doin- here?" you asked, words muffled from the toothbrush in your mouth.

"I brought noodles because you actually have to eat something and you're having a cup of tea after to calm your nerves, so you can come to bed with me. Does that sound good?"

"Kook-"

"I don't even care, you have no choice. You are going to sleep tonight. I'm not letting you fuck up your body and your health over an exam," he interrupted you, already angry and the furrowed brows were back to tell you that he wasn't taking no for an answer anytime soon. And then he turned his back to you, walking towards your tiny kitchen to start cooking the noodles, apparently still angry.

You finished brushing your teeth and then walked up to Jungkook, a huge smile on your face that he didn't see because his broad back was turned to you. You enveloped his waist with your arms.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you whispered and he turned back to you, picking you up to take you in his arms as if you were a total baby as your legs circled his torso.

"Well, someone has to," he answered with a teasing smile on his lips, and you quickly leaned forward to kiss it away. "Now, you're staying up here. I don't know to which extent you won't just faint from how long you haven't eaten if I put you down."

Eventually, he did let you down and you two finished cooking together. After you ate together in comfortable silence he made you tea, which you drank in the warmth of your bed and then you laid down as he wrapped your body in his arms.

"Oh I forgot to tell you," you exclaimed from the space between Jungkook's shoulder and neck, where your face was nuzzled. "You're a great stress relief, I'll start calling you every time I'm having a nervous breakdown," you laughed and Jungkook's arms got tighter around you.

"You know you can, right? Call me if you are having a nervous breakdown, I mean," he whispered against your hair.

When you and Jungkook started hanging out, it wasn’t suposed to unvolve any kind of commitment. You were studying medicine and he was an athlete. You both had busy lives and a relationship was the last thing you needed. Everyone needed good sex from time to time tho, so that’s what you agreed on.

But you meant a lot more that just sex to Jungkook. And Jungkook’s meant a lot more than sex to you.

“I will, from now on.” you whispered, looking him in the eye and sending him a gentle smile.

It was in the way Jungkook’s arms were the most comfortable place you could think of even if you thought of your own home. There was no other place you’d rather be, when you’re in his arms. Nothing felt more like home than his arms. And it’s in the way the smell of your hair and the tone of your voice lifted the weight Jungkook was used to carry on his shoulders throughout the whole week. He could relax completely around you. He knew that when he was with you there was no pressure. You accepted him just the way he was. It’s in the way you loved when Jungkook’s eyes shone brighter when he talked about his passions or in the way he loved to take you to new restaurants because he couldn’t get enough of you childishly humming and dancing to random songs when you tasted food you liked.

It was in the way you just laid down that night and stared at each other for minutes on end, not saying a word. And in the way he moved his hand to run his fingers through your hair. And in the way you roamed your eyes throught his face, just to end up kissing his lips gently. And in the way you just closed your eyes, going to sleep with your arms around each other.

It all meant a lot more, and you both knew it.

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nuggiescrolls · 2 months

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HELP

I’ve been looking for this JKxReader, reader is uptight, jk is a soccer player has a fan called Mina or sumn.

Started as fwb but it’s clear from the start that jk was down bad and wanted more while reader didn’t want anything.

Anyway PLEASE HELP PLEASE HELP COMMENT IF YOU KNOW

thanks :)

#bts jungkook #jungkook #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts

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personasintro · 11 months

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yeah i know damn well he really did love her as if you’re not mentioned it 173838 times in the ff for the entire books so why you get offended everytime someone calling you out that kiko is indeed your fave character and this is literally kiko and jk ff instead of jkxreader. stop being hypocrite maybe

you always make excuses for kiko actions or how jk being ass towards yn in behalf of kiko

yet you always make yn character being miserable and pitiful. she have no self respect no matter how you try to convince your dumb followers that she’s not. not only she let jk use her for distraction and she actually being so pitiful that she often being insecure abt their friendship all the times. she even scared that jk will neglect her again, she let jk treat her like a shit and get away with it every damn time. why her pathetic ass always being the one waiting, following and apologize to jk first ? but jk would never ever do the same for her

even till the last chapter, yn still the one being pitiful miserable and embarrassing herself again asking jk for sex after calling it break just a week ago when jk don’t even give a fuck abt the break things lmaooo she always make fool of herself

i often seeing yn characters being dumb,weak and miserable in other ff but at least the yn character and jk character bond is strong that even tho things went downhill, ppl know their feeling is mutual meanwhile in your ff, after 57 chap, reader still the one being more whipped towards jk and jk character still being attached to his beloved ex and barely showing the same feeling like oc do

before you answer with lame “nobody ask you to read, you can read other ff” again

yeah i get it, but still some lil criticism after reading 57 chapter of your story is allowed right ? 🤷‍♀️

I'm sorry I haven't read this till the end but it's so funny to me how someone can get a mad over the way I write my story 😂 y'all are literally grasping at straws at this point.

#ask: anon

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cait-with-luv · 1 year

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Also opening a perm taglist so if you would like to be on it let me know bubs, working on a sneak peek for little leopard and JKXReader, here's the title as a little hint,

Heal me, Kiss me😊

@sunoosult @pb-n-juju @kimsaerom @tinyoonsblog @mintyoonjisworld @malewife-supremacy @army4eve3r @mageprincess7 @dreamamubarak @ot7nem @haleypearce @yoongiigolden @driftapart @carolinexkpop @koobratzy @devilsadvcte @colourlyhobbit @toughbook @ah2002 @beeeee06 @bbgniecyy @jaiuneamesolitaiire @bangtanxberm @murkydoesnotloveyou @cheychey-4788 @atinygracie @echo-ethe @yo-alli @blancflms @jamlessstars @theblueslytherin @rosquilleta @slash4slashers @chieftoadturkeynickel @rainbow-bunny-bts @thedarkwinterrose @anjoellamorte @welcometomyworld13 @sugarrush-blush @aviewerofthecosmos @danielle143 @singukieee @ayoo-bangtan @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered @popcatx0 @foreverweareyoung7 @josefines-things @avadakadabra93 @shmaptainbonky @blubearxy

#taglist #bts #bts fic #bts taglist

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hellbornsworld · 4 months

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heya

I was reading a really good jkxreader oneshot and lost it when my tumblr refreshed.

The couple were in an established relationship and newly weds, in fact it was about their wedding night. The main point I can remember is that jk and reader were talking about saving a slice of their wedding cake as a souvenir (ik that’s so specific).

I’m still searching for this one, please let me know if you can help find it or if you know which blog this is from <33

Hey sorry for the late reply 😔 I don't know about the fic sorry

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kpoppillowtalk · 2 years

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hello lovelies!!! the new episode is live and oh my gosh this episode (not to be narcissistic) but is so funny 😂 we have some of the best reactions we have ever had to a fic and I even loved listening to it again as I edited🥹 we hope y’all enjoy!💙💜

#kpoppillowtalk #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop podcast #spotify #jungkook #jungkook x reader #milly #over the odds #oto #bts #Namjoon #jeon jeongkook #Kim Namjoon #RM #jennie

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breezybangtanbebe · 2 months

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Ty for understanding I didn’t want to come out rude and i also didn’t even know you made a poll 😭 but hopefully we’ll get a jungkook x reader w/o a 3some ( sorry y’all 🪦) soon!

Just an FYI to those that does read any 3somes i have nothing against ya it’s just not my cup of tea 😔🍵

No worries lol its all love. I actually just dropped a JKxReader fic ❤️

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aaarrrmmyyy · 1 year

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You requested a JkxReader sickfic; I am working on it. It’s just been a hell of a time irl for me. Thank you for being patient <3

yees! tanks!

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soramel · 3 years

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Curiosity didn’t kill the cat | jjk ff

Part 2

jjkxreader Prompt: “You’re early,” said the grim reaper with a hint of amusement.

Fantasy au, grimreaper!jungkook, reader, romance, slow-burn

Words: 1.5k approx. Part 2/5

A/N. Omg help me, I’m doing my best to cut this story short without compromising the love story. This is just supposed to be a drabble in 3 shots but now I’m currently on the 4th. 7.7k words and counting. I hope to end it soon.

Check this out on my wattpad account! I post one part ahead there.

"Good morning, Sir," Jungkook greeted the man clad in white behind the humongous desk.

The man nodded back, "Jungkook, Y/n, have a seat."

You sat down after Jungkook did. If you're being honest nothing felt divine in this place. You wonder if this is heaven or just a penthouse office in Gangnam.

The man breathed in before speaking, "I pulled out Y/n's profile from the database and she's currently under your roster, Jungkook."

You looked at the two-faced grim reaper. His posture went rigid at that, as if a silent understanding of something grave.

"As she's not yet supposed to pass, as per her fate line... I still need to hand this over to the board for deliberation."

Hearing that pissed you off. So you decided for them to hear your piece, "Then what? Clearly, this is a mistake on your part. Do you take human lives this lightly? I've been hearing the same over and over. That this is not supposed to happen. I have family, friends, dreams, all of them gone in a blink. And you're passing me around like a ball. To a person of authority, to this committee, to be deliberated. I didn't know heaven is this bureaucratic ass much like humanity."

Jungkook gasped at your slander of the higher ups, much more on the expletive word you used to describe Heaven.

He stared at you in shock and worry, his eyes begging you to apologize. For him, your words and actions are much as well as his. You're in his roster. Meaning... if he failed to deliver you to the Gate before the 7 Trials, he'll be one soul short. He won't be able to leave this limbo. Forever. He got 10 souls left out of 700 that he's supposed to guide to Afterlife. You must not piss off a spirit guide.

You just raised a brow at Jungkook. His face painted red out of anger.

He suddenly stood up and bowed to the man. "Apologies, Sir. She must still be in shock. I may have failed to brief her enough before this meeting," he explained, still head down.

"I ask for your kind understanding, Sir," he followed.

The man waved his hand and let out a chuckle. "It's fine, it's fine. I've heard worse."

"Please, take your seat, Jungkook."

In which Jungkook followed.

The man turned to you, breathing in, "Y/n. How entitled of you to think that this is Heaven. We're still on Earth, but aren't. We are your messenger before the Afterlife. Heaven's still a long long way."

"I need to know first if your case is entwined with another fate line," he paused, thinking of a way to explain it in simpler terms.

"There's much more behind the dimensions known to humanity. This world, the universe, is a series of strings. Each called a fate line. Relatively, you have diverted from your path. You may choose to continue on the one you're travelling now or go back at the crossroad and live out your life."

"I can still go back?" you confirmed. The man nodded. "It's just like untangling your fate line, bringing it back to its place. It's not easy, but it's doable."

"How? How can I do that?" you eagerly asked. He breathed out and leaned back on his chair.

"Let the water flow its course first. I promise you I'll figure it out. For now, you have to stay under Jungkook's protection. You're living as a spirit for now, but your energy may attract unwanted beings. Humans are safe from them because they're in an unconsumable form."

At this Jungkook nodded. "I can feel it. She's like a meat flavored tofu to the roaming souls."

You winced at his metaphor.

The man clasped his hands as he gave his dismissive remark, "You'll receive a call, Jungkook. Keep Y/n safe until then. Give me 2 Julian weeks at most."

When the grim reaper stood up, you followed suit. Jungkook bowed and thanked the spirit guide. "That's generous of you, Sir. I know how busy you are. Thank you for your time."

When you didn't pay the same respect, Jungkook pulled your hand down, forcing you to bow. "Thank you," you muttered.

As you both turned back to the door, the man watched you intently. Jungkook's hand clasping yours. He let out a sigh as he looked above. "What now?"

The door fell shut as he thought he could only stall time.

Jungkook and you whirled out of a cobblestone wall. To him, passing through a wall seemed nothing, but to you, it's a wonder. You stared back where you came from before bumping to his back.

"Ow," you winced, massaging your nose.

He passed you to the other side of his back, his left arm caging you.

"Stay close," you heard him whisper. Out of curiosity, you peeked over his shoulder only to find a hideous ghost. Her hair sticks out in all places, large veins protruding around her eyes. Its color dilated in black at the desire to get to you.

If you still have a beating heart, you might have passed out then and there.

Your grip on Jungkook's coat tightened. He casted out a scythe on his right hand as he pulled a phone from his pocket to call someone.

"Taehyung, I found your assignee. She's here outside Jongno HQ."

After the call, Jungkook stepped back, thinking the roaming soul wouldn't dare to challenge a grim reaper.

But she stepped forward, garbling noise falling out of her mouth. Her grimy hands reaching out. She disappeared in front of him then you felt a pair of cold hands grabbing you from the back of your neck. You yelled in horror as Jungkook spun around whirling out a whip to cuff her hands off you. The being retreated as she let out a blood-curdling scream. You couldn't bring yourself to look. Your head buried in Jungkook's chest as you held on to him for your dear life – ironically.

His other arm wrapped around you. "Don't face her," he muttered as he snapped the whip back to scythe, pushing back the roaming soul back with an invisible force. It sent her flying a few feet back.

Taehyung arrived just in time to rope in his assignee.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I told you I'd find you. Nice choice of hunting grounds. In you go," he then pushed the unruly soul to the wall. He quickly sent a salute to Jungkook and followed right after into the headquarters.

Silence passed but your breathing's still ragged. You've been staring at the pavement for you could only remember her face, her hands reaching out to you, when you close your eyes. You could still feel her cold hands at the back of your neck. You flinched when Jungkook tried to soothe you. His hand caressing the spot where you were grabbed awhile ago.

"I'm sorry. Ghosts like her usually wouldn't dare. She seemed out of it," he muttered. You broke down, your knees wobbling, and you cried your heart out.

What did I do wrong to deserve this?

You died out of some mistake, what now of the people and things you left behind? You still have hope to go back if not another starving soul would get to you before the man on the penthouse figure everything out. Your whole life depends on a grim reaper whose job is to take souls.

The irony.

I don't deserve this.

You thought as you shook your head. Jungkook crouched down, concern filled his eyes. He called your name calmly.

Then again, in a whisper.

You looked up to him with your tear-stained face, your eyes and nose red from all the crying. He held your face in his hands as he wiped away your tears, tucking your hair away from your face.

Then he said, "I'll protect you at all costs. My life is in your hands as much as yours is in mine. Trust me," his eyes filled with sincerity.

At a beep, the door to his apartment unlocked. He ushered you in. His place is overlooking the Han river. It's minimally designed, wood and stones adorned the space. A sleek leather sofa served as the centerpiece of the living room you just entered.

He then led you to a door, "You can stay here with me. Here's my bedroom," he said as he entered.

"Excuse me?"

"Why?" he asked.

You didn't want to come off as an old-fashioned lady. You slept with your friend, Jimin, with no malice at all. But this... the man before you is a stranger. It feels weird.

"I... I can take the couch," you replied instead.

He nodded nonchalantly. "Okay, if that's what you want."

"I'll give you a duvet," he followed.

"Thank you," you uttered.

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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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My human mate - Date (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1306566575-my-human-mate-date?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=myhope_bts_7&wp_originator=DrOfPwsxD%2BRozz1t%2B4%2Bueg0AqKJ%2FqBkYHq6%2FSeCgILaokjekYPSngsnPKeTxOKoEMuiHhBV%2BgLGeE1Xzt5%2FpwxEHfFPbNE8nTWoS%2B%2FPLjKWRSl3wbistjTaGgqcF1Ugu strawberry fragrance..... Tiny body.... and long hair. I don't even look at any other girl for her. She will find me I just need to wait..... Will he get his mate? What will happen?

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jkbabiey · 2 years

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🇵 🇷 🇴 🇲 🇮 🇸 🇪 [ 🇯 🇯 🇰 ]

Words: 3.5 K

Pairing: hitman!Jungkook x medstudent!reader

Warnings: angsty; killing; using females as sexual distractions; very brief smut (it's not even smut, it's like a smutty phrase)

Song Rec: Alrighty Aphrodite - Peach Pit; Soda - Nothing but Thieves; Would You - The Vamps; Middle of the night - Eley Duhé; Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood; Searching - Z by Z

It was about three in the morning when you were suddenly woken up by the annoyingly high-pitched ringtone of your phone. You seriously had to change that. Your first instinct (and you'd be worried if it wasn't everyone's first instinct) would be to turn off your alarm and throw your phone anywhere far away from your peaceful sleeping form. It was your day off, you had to enjoy it.

But then you noticed Jungkook's warm presence in your bed, wasn't there and his side of the mattress was cold.

JK ❤️ CALLING…

You picked up the phone, as the irritating sound of your ring phone was substituted by Jungkook’s hushed tone.

“Y/n…” he started. There wasn’t a ‘sorry for waking you up' or a simple ‘hey’. He was in panic. Jungkook wasn’t ok, which made you sit up quickly, waiting to hear more of him. “Y/n, I need you to go to my office," you stood up and, in quick, large steps, got inside his dark office. "Beneath the secretary, there’s a key,” he sounded like he was whispering and hiding somewhere. “You’re going to find a big black bag inside the closet I always tell you not to open. Don't check what's inside the bag. Meet me in the dark corner behind the coffee shop near our place, yeah?”

It was the first time Jungkook sounded this desperate. Something had gone wrong and you were sure he wasn’t alright. Jungkook would never involve you in any part of the twisted world he worked in. “Baby, are you-“

“I’ll be waiting. Be as quick as you can.”

And he hung up.

Walking down the dark empty streets near your house, with a big black bag full of weapons, such as guns, knives, and drugs (of course you opened the bag, despite Jungkook's warnings), you saw the coffee shop Jungkook had mentioned from afar. You entered the dark alleyway behind it, catching a glimpse of a manly silhouette.

Jungkook’s face appeared in the dark alley, illuminated by the faint weak light close by. Jungkook had a busted eyebrow and lip and was holding his right shoulder. He approached you, catching the obvious fear on your face.

“Jungkook, what’s happening?” you asked, uneasy, but Jungkook wouldn’t answer, just taking the heavy sack from your hand and kissing your forehead softly.

“Go back home and sleep. Forget this happened, I’ll be home soon, yeah?”

“Fuck no!” you blurted and Jungkook was quick to take his bloody hand, which was previously holding his shoulder, to your mouth, covering it. You widened your eyes in panic, seeing the state he was in. His t-shirt was completely covered in blood on the right side of his torso and the skin on his shoulder looked like it had been cut.

“You’re gonna keep quiet. When I let you go, you don’t say a word and go. home.” he whispered, using the menacing tone he had used on you the day you found out about his sinister occupation. It didn’t really scare you anymore. You learned the worst way that Jungkook would never hurt you, in any circumstance, so Jungkook could use any tone of voice he wanted on you because you wouldn't budge.

You weren’t leaving, but you nodded with his hand still on your face, so he would let you go.

When he took his hand away from your face, it was covered in his blood. You quickly tried to wipe it away with the sleeve of your black sweatshirt. “You’re insane if you think I’m leaving after seeing you’re hurt,” you muttered as your eyes bored into his - your gaze just as threatening as his.

You had learned how to be scary when the time came to it. It could be alarming when Jungkook came home, frustrated, after a bad day at work - he could push anyone away in fear with how dreadful his attitude was in those days, so you learned how to deal with it.

Jungkook sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew you wouldn't leave if he didn't explain what was happening to you so he decided to do that. “I thought this would be an easy kill, but apparently the guy is crazy and armed. That’s why I needed this.” he raised the heavy black bag in his hand and you nodded.

“I’ll help you,” you muttered.

“No fucking way, Y/N. Go home,” he argued but you slightly touched his injured, placing your warm hand on his shoulder, which made him hiss and tumble back in pain - which proved your point.

“You’re injured, you can't do anything by yourself in this state - I’m not going home, just to wake up tomorrow morning with Jimin calling to tell me you’re dead!” you yelled and Jungkook sighed, regretting ever calling you and pulling you into this.

You had met Jimin about a month ago. You and Jungkook had had a whole argument about how he knew every single member of your family and all your friends and you didn't know one single person close to him. He did try to make it up to you with amazingly hot sex, but it didn't work - when you two finished you brought up the same issue and Jungkook had no choice but to call Jimin the next morning, asking him to go with the two of you to get breakfast.

"You're making this harder for me Y/N. Just go home, please," he begged but you quickly denied his request, shaking your head. Jungkook stepped away from you, walking anxiously from side to side. When he did, finally, look at you, his eyes were uncertain and you tilted your head to the side, silently asking what he was thinking of.

“What are you wearing under that?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Jungkook, it’s not time for dirty talk!”

“What? - I’m no- Just, what are you wearing Y/N?!” he repeated, frustrated, and you took your sweatshirt off, revealing the tight tank top you were wearing, paired with some short tight jean shorts. Jungkook gave you a once over and approached you, placing a hand on your waist and kissing you - completely ignoring the blood near your mouth, or maybe just unbothered by it - it's not like the guy wasn't used to working with blood, his and other people's.

“Would it make you feel shitty if I asked you to distract him? Don't do anything, just be flirty.” He looked you deep in the eyes and you squeezed his forearm, which was circling your waist.

“What if does something?” he held your body closer to his at that and kissed your lips again.

“I’ll kill him before he does."

You were walking slowly in the dark cold streets, waiting for your target, and you were freezing. The sweatshirt you were wearing, previously covering you from the cold wind of the night, was now stuffed inside Jungkook's bag.

Jungkook was hiding behind some bushes around the area. He had his eyes focused on you and he could see from where he was hiding the way you kept shivering whenever a particularly cold blast of wind passed you by. He had never regretted calling you as much as he did at that moment.

Suddenly, a strange-looking man appeared out of nowhere. Stumbling in the same street you were walking on. He was walking in a zigzag pattern as if he was drunk, but his eyes were scarily focused on every single corner of the street. Jungkook had warned you about him so you were expecting a man in the worst of shapes - but this was another level.

When his scary pair of eyes landed on you, you made sure to look back at him, sending a pretty and flirty smile his way. He seemed to like it, laughing and walking quickly towards you - ou felt like running and screaming out loud - the only thing that prevented you from doing it was the fact that Jungkook was close by and he would never, in a million years, let anything happen to you in front of his own eyes.

So you stayed still, just curling your hair around your finger.

When the man got close enough to talk to you, you noticed his nose was bleeding and Jungkook had managed to leave him in a bad shape, even unarmed.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing in the streets at four in the morning?" the man said in a hushed tone, his eyes still attentive to every dark alley next to you.

"Waiting for a gentleman to take me home, maybe?" you answered, trying to hide the disgust and fear from your tone of voice.

The man stayed quiet for a second, a crepy smile growing on his lips. "Well, it's your lucky day then," he laughed and got close enough for you to feel his heavy breath on your face. "What's your name?"

He was each and each second less focused on the street and more focused on your petite figure in front of him. "Why don't you give it a guess?" you asked back and he brought one of his dirty hands to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Suddenly you caught Jungkook's figure appearing from behind the bushes from the corner of your eye but didn't dare focus your gaze on him, in fear the man would notice and catch him. "C'mon beautiful, spit it out..."

It was just before his other hand could rest on your naked waist that you saw the man's head falling along with both his hands. His body fell on top of yours and you saw how there was a trail of blood running down his neck from a deep hole in the back of his head.

Jungkook quickly ran towards you, grabbing his victim's foot and dragging him away from your body. He threw your black sweatshirt back at you, telling you to put it back on.

You were in shock, quickly following his every instruction, even grabbing the dead man's forearms to help Jungkook carry him back into the dark alley you and Jungkook had met before.

It shocked you how this was all coming so naturally to Jungkook as he placed the body down on the harsh ground with force and grabbed his old phone from his pocket to take a picture of the body and send it to the person who had solicited this service.

When Jungkook was done with everything, he looked at you, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. "Let's go home."

"Is he going to stay there? You don't want to put him somewhere else?" you muttered, notoriously nervous and shocked with everything that had happened that night.

"Someone else is going to take care of that," he answered, as gently as he could. Jungkook didn't want to touch you right now after killing a man and being covered in his blood. It wasn't as if you weren't as dirty as he was, as the man had fallen on top of you when Jungkook shot him, but, still, he felt way too dirty to hold you - you deserved better. So he didn't, just signaling with his head for you to start walking.

You were standing under the running water of your shower. Your eyes shut closed and you couldn't do much. Everything that kept playing in your mind was the image of that disgusting man trying to take you home just before dying in your arms. You had carried him away from other people's eyes and left him in the streets to rot.

Jungkook was outside and he acted as if nothing had happened just thirty minutes before. He came home and walked towards the kitchen to get a cup of water, asking you if you wanted one. When you denied it, Jungkook told you to go shower first and you did. It was crazy how nonchalant he was about all of this and the fact that it didn't bother him to slightest left you wondering who, really, was the man you were dating.

How cold did someone have to be to be able to kill without any remorse?

Suddenly, you felt two strong arms, which you knew very well, wrapping around your waist. Jungkook's chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your neck. "How you doing?" he whispered and you didn't know how to answer that.

How were you supposed to be doing? Why did Jungkook even let you be a part of that, knowing you? Knowing that you are training to become a surgeon and save people, not kill them. "I don't know."

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, grabbing your arm to turn your body towards his, probably sensing your uncertainty towards him by your tone of oice. You faced him. He was way less scary under the lights of the shower, but you could still see the Jungkook you had met a few minutes ago - the Jungkook he was when he did his job was absolutely different from the Jungkook you were dating.

"Why did you let me do that?"

"I told you to go home Y/N! You're the one that decided to stay!" he answered, trying to sound as soft as he could, even when your inquiry had annoyed him to no extent.

"You shouldn't have let me do that!" you yelled, pushing him away, trying to get out of the shower. "Let me go," you said when he held both your arms with his gentle hands to keep you in place.

"I understand that you're in shock, but you're not going to put the blame on me for this Y/N!"

"Jungkook, let me go!" you yelled and Jungkook held you tighter, now pressing your body to his in a familiar embrace. You wanted anything but to be kept in a place you didn't want to be, so you fought, trying to punch his built chest with your closed fists. Jungkook didn't budge, just holding you tighter and tighter each second that you fought back.

So you gave up, letting the tears you had been holding all night fall and run down your cheeks. You rested your head on Jungkook's chest and he placed one of his hands on your hair, massaging the back of your head, trying to calm you down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby..." he muttered against your ear and you placed a soft kiss against the skin of his chest, where your head was placed. "I love you, I'm sorry."

Things with Jungkook had been... sour, these last few days.

After the night you saw Jungkook doing his job things changed - your behavior towards him changed, and he noticed it.

It isn't as if you didn't know what he did, because you did. He had made sure you did and you were with him only because you had chosen to be because if it depended on him, you two would've parted ways a long time ago. But, even knowing what your boyfriend did as his occupation, you were shocked to actually see him doing it. Of course, you had pictured it before, but actually seeing Jungkook kill someone in front of your eyes was a whole another level.

It got you questioning what you were doing with your life. For god's sake, you're the good girl in your group of friends, you have an amazing sister and two great parents, you're about to become a surgical resident and still, you're dating a serial killer.

It was even ironic in your head how you worked to save lives and he killed people every single day.

Another thing that kept on playing over on your mind was the way Jungkook had used you for your body that night. He had offered your body to a dangerous armed man. What kind of man was Jungkook, really?

Jungkook was nothing like you had seen a few nights before - and it got you questioning 'did you really want this life?'

Jungkook was a smart man. He had always been and he always had an advantage over other people for being able to see ahead of time and, many times, predicting what's going on inside their minds. You knew that and you knew that Jungkook knew exactly what was going on inside your mind. It was no big surprise when you got home, after a stressful day at the hospital and he was sitting on the couch waiting for you just to ask "Y/N, tell me what do you want."

"I want to sleep Jungkook," you answered shortly and turned your back on him, just before you felt him turning your body towards him once again, and pushing you towards the wall behind you.

"You're not going to sleep, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I know exactly what you've been thinking these last few days. You think I'm a cold-hearted serial killer that doesn't care about anyone else but himself, right?" Jungkook was angry and he could be scary when he got this way, but you weren't scared of him. You were either a psychopath for not being scared of the angry serial killer you had met the other night, or you were way too innocent to believe Jungkook would ever hurt you in any way because something in your mind kept reminding you that Jungkook would never do that.

"Isn't that what you are?" you asked back, making Jungkook chuckle at your boldness, something new to him - you were never this outspoken when he got angry at you.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I am. That's why I sent you to seduce that man a few nights ago. He could have done anything to you and I wouldn't care," he answered, the poisonous tone of voice he was using on you hitting you right in the heart, but also doing other things. You were unaware of that effect of Jungkook on you.

Suddenly Jungkook felt your lips being hardly pushed against his. You grabbed his neck and jumped to have him quickly grab the underside of your thighs.

Quickly both of your clothes were thrown somewhere in the living room and your ragged breath was mixing with his. Jungkook was rough that night, not sparing you any mercy when his thick grith entered you. You hadn't had sex in a while due to the tense atmosphere that was hovering between you two, so you missed each other - more than you'd like to admit.

It was wild, carnal, almost animalistic. It was quick and harsh. Jungkook had high stamina, not stopping the pace of his hips until you were crying out loud and begging him to stop. Jungkook loved the look on your face as you begged him to go slower - parted lips, blushed cheeks, and watery eyes, boring into his.

When Jungkook stopped, with his face buried on the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall - which you were thankful for, both of you knew that if he let you go you'd fall face first of the floor. You weren't prepared to hear Jungkook sobbing a few seconds after you two finished. The big contrast between the manly and strong figure holding you up against the wall and the vulnerability he was putting himself through was now clearer than ever.

You placed a comforting hand on Jungkook's head, playing with his dark locks of hair while still gasping for air after what he had put you through. You shushed him and kissed the skin of his neck affectionately.

"I'm sorry for what happened that night," he whispered against your neck as you kept kissing his. "I never wanted to put you through that, I didn't think you'd want to stay there. I just- I just thought what I told you to do was the safest you could do in all of that, but- but it wasn't, and I-I was so irresponsible... If any-anything had happened to you I wouldn't be able to live with it." Jungkook paused for a few seconds, a sobbing mess already. "I love you and I'm sorry Y/N. I'd kill myself if anything happened to you," he whispered after pulling his head away and locking eyes with you.

"It's alright baby," you whispered back.

Jungkook wasn't the monster you had been painting him to be the last few weeks. He was actually a very sensitive man and he love you. He loved you and you loved him, and that's what mattered to you when you came back to him months ago, and it was still the only thing that mattered to you now.

Yes, Jungkook had shown a completely different part of himself that night, but what now? The side of him you knew and dealt with every day wasn't that one and you were more than happy with the person he had learned to reveal to you. The person he became at work was the person his teammates and victims had to deal with. You weren't his teammate, let alone his victim. You were his partner.

You love him and he loves you and that's all that matters.

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iimaginebts · 4 years

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The Milkmaid // pt. 7

+ Paring/ Wolf! Jungkook x reader ( milkmaid )

+ Genre/ Fluff , romance, eventual smut :)

+ Summary/ Having milk in your breast ever since you were born got you outcast from the human world but accepted in another. When you met Jungkook, your life was completely flipped over, would you choose to stay with Jungkook or part ways with him…..?

A few minutes after Jimin had left, Seokjin returned with a bowl of oatmeal, topped with banana. You thought he was going to untie you so that you could eat but instead, he sat down beside you and fed you slowly, making sure you finish the very last drop. When you were done, he reached out to start the machine again before leaving. The aching feeling was back immediately, groaning, you had to breathe slowly to calm yourself down.

You started to think of whatever plan Jungkook had in mind. Jimin didn’t tell you specifically what had happen to Jungkook’s mother, so you don’t know how serious everything is, but based on the words bringing the kingdom down, it sounded pretty dangerous. Whatever it is, you silently prayed that Jungkook will be safe.

You glance around the room, looking for a clock as you have no idea whether it’s day or night time. The room was quiet, apart from the constant beeping coming from the machine. You felt your eyelids grew heavy as you heartbeat steadies, before you know it, you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, you realized that you were in a different room. The room had a white and brown walls, with warm sunshine shining into the room. You look up as you see a chandelier swinging ever so lightly, creating a soft music. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, trying to see the room through the bed veil. You glance down at your body, realizing that you were in nothing but a night gown. Your hard and swollen breast were poking through the soft silk of the gown as you bring your hands up to cup it to massage for a few minutes.

You heaved yourself out of bed as your foot touches the cool tiles. You wander in the room for a few minutes before heading for the door. You turned the handle, expecting the door to open but it didn’t. Of course, what were you thinking? Surely, they won’t let you go off wandering down the hallways, trying to find Jungkook.

Sighing, you walk towards the window instead, feeling the sunlight on your face as you relax, looking at the forest outside the window. You lean against the glass, wishing you could be there, feeling the nature. How you wish you could go back to the little cottage you live in, safe in the arms of Jungkook you missed the most. Deep in your thoughts, you failed to notice the rattling of keys before the door unlocks.

“ Noona? “

Your head immediately shot up to the familiar sound. “ J-Jungkook?! Am I dreaming? “

You watch as Jungkook ran towards you, lifting you up in the air, his bunny grin showing. You hugged him back tightly before you crash your lips onto his. After a quick two minutes of making out with Jungkook on the bed, you had finally noticed Jimin at the door, shyly trying to avoid his eye contact with you two. Blushing, you quickly pull away from Jungkook. After you recovered from the lack of oxygen and regained composure before questions came tumbling out of your mouth.

“ What are you guys doing here? How did you find me? Isn’t it dangerous? What if the guards caught you? Have you fully recovered? And what is your plan kookie, tell me please. “

“ Whoa slow down noona, how am I going to answer all these answers at once? “ Jungkook answered with a teasing tone, staring at you with his big round eyes and pouty lips. God you missed this boy so much. You bend down and peck his lips, unable to stop yourself, “ Just answer me already “ .

Smiling, Jungkook turned back to face Jimin, before giving him a nod as Jimin walked out of the room. He then secure his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him and placing you on top of his lap, cradling you.

“ Where is Jimin going? “ you questioned

“ He would be guarding the door outside, while I explain everything to you so if anyone comes, I’l still have time to leave. “ he watches you as you nod to yourself before continuing, “ Jimin is a guard, so it would be natural for him to ask the other guards where you are. As soon as we got the information that you were here, we wasted no time to come find you. It is lunch time now, so the guards are more relax hence the risk is reduced. But whats fun without danger right? “ you look up to see the glint in his eyes, before shaking your head and hitting him on the arm playfully. Jungkook groaned, before the playful hint in your eyes turned to worry as you gasped.

“ Kookie, I’m so sorry, does it hurt ? “ You frantically push up his sleeve to inspect him. You felt his hands on your chin as he tilt your head to look at him.

“ I’m joking noona, I’ve recovered fully. Apparently, my blood heals three times faster than normal humans “ you pouted as he chuckles, placing a kiss to your forehead “ I missed you so much noona, every minute without you felt like years. I wish I can just hold you like this forever. “

“ Me too, kookie. I just want to go back to the old days, just you and me, in that very cottage.” you replied.

“ Noona, “ Jungkook’s tone suddenly turned serious, “ I promise, I promise you we’ll go back to those days. Tonight, I will bring this very palace down. I will bring you back with me, and we will be able to finally live in peace. But first I have to revenge for my mother. “

“ Kookie, what exactly happened to your mother? Can you tell me? “

You watch as Jungkook immediately tense up, his eyes narrowing, “ My father originally had a Queen, who was Taehyung’s mother. But he also fell in love with my mother, and kept her as maid. By the time the Queen found out, my mom was already pregnant with me, that’s when the Queen realized a useful thing about her, breast milk. So my mother was caged up and pumped daily for her milk. The fact that the King fell in love with a mere human humiliated the queen, so she lashed out her angry by torturing my mother. On the night my mother gave birth to me, Jimin had helped her escape to where she found you. However, the Queen had realized her absence and sent the guards to look for her. They managed to find her eventually but not me. Jimin told me that the Queen requested to be alone in the room with my mother. But no one knew what happened before the room was on fire, with both my mother and the Queen dead. And the whole fucking time, the King didn’t even step up to help my mother. After that, Taehyung wanted to finish whatever his mother started, but the King stopped him. But he knows that my weakness is you, noona, that’s why he has been keeping you separated from me and threatening me with you. He wants me to go insane- “

You hugged Jungkook tightly as you stroke his hair lightly, feeling his whole body shake, “ Calm down, Jungkook, I’m fine. See, I’m right here.” You assured him, placing small kisses on his knuckles. He seemed to clam down a bit, holding you tighter.

“ But what is your plan kookie? When are you doing it? Can’t we just leave the castle silently instead? I don’t want you to get hurt. “

“ It’s tomorrow night, noona. Don’t worry, Jimin and his team will help me. I’ll make sure you’re safe away from the castle before I carry out my plan, your safety will be my top priority. “

“ But Jungkook- “ you were about to protest before Jimin burst into the room.

“ We need to leave now “ his voice was hard.

“ Noona, take care of yourself okay? I’ll try to come find you again tomorrow. Until then, please stay safe. “ Jungkook say quickly, as he plant a longing kiss on your lips before standing up and darting out of the room, with Jimin following closely behind.

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Part. 8

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cloudyyoonji · 6 years

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Study Love.

Summary: After a long day at university, you’re left stressed. But Jungkook is always there to save you from your stresses.

Jeon Jungkook and Reader (Y/N).

Genre: Fluffy.

Word Count: 1363 words.

Authors Note: Hello guys! Here’s another JK imagine to ease your troubles!

Edit: to anyone who has seen this post, originally it was an angst uni imagine. But I was unhappy with the writing so I decided to change it and make it a fluffy uni destress imagine, as Im sure it relates to a lot of people’s stresses right now. Again Thankyou for the support and enjoy!

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University, the best years of your life some say. Yet, university had easily worked its way into being the most stressful part of your life. You were really beginning to doubt if your degree was even worth it anymore.

But of course, he’s there.

Jeon Jungkook, Your boyfriend of 5 years. He’s been there all the way through it. Though the application process all the way to the studying for your final exams that were in a few weeks.

Studying was tough, but you were almost at the end. And it would be so worth it.

You sigh, signing your name amongst the thousands of others on the lined paper. Exam season unfortunately meant a jam-packed library.

Sitting down at a small desk in the corner, you pull out the books from your bag. A light wind generated from your rapid flipping of pages tousles your hair, your eyes scanning over the blank pages for a sign of your cursive handwriting.

Expecting the few lines of a summary, youre instead met with the small, neat handwriting of your boyfriend.

You roll your eyes at the note, a smile gracing your lips. These were special moments you cherished.

You were both so busy that small, precious notes were the only way you two could comunicate in the day.

Closing the book, you reach for the small stash of palm cards in your planner but instead.

“Fighting!”

You can’t help but laugh at Yoongi’s messy scrawl.

Had everyone written you a note of motivation?

Taehyung, than Seokjin, Hoseok, Namjoon and even Jimin, all seven of the boys reminded you to stay on top of your studies, and remember to take a break when you needed it most.

Sighing happily, you began your summary on your essay.

These boys knew just what you needed today.

How long you actually studied, you had no idea. But the ringing of what signaled the end of a hard day of studying made you race to your car, desperate to get home.

Today, the beautiful evening pink sky made you feel somewhat better about your study, but made you even more excited to get home.

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Shoving the keys into the door, your mind is pounding with the positive words of the notes and with the sligh headache of long term study. You remind yourself to bring you glasses with you tomorrow.

“Hey!”

His silky voice is music to your ears, your preoccupied mind melting away in an instant, but the sight of your planner clutched in your hand is enough to arise the bittersweet reality of today. You still needed to study.

Sighing slightly at the work ahead, you walk into the kitchen, dropping your bag onto the tiled floor beneath you.

You’re met with the gaze of your boyfriend, who stands in the kitchen, coffee in hand. His eyes are glazed with worry as they scan your face.

You smile brightly, assuring him that you were just tired. He mirrors your smile, satisfied that you were okay.

Putting your planner down, you hummed in procrastination, Jungkook raising his eyebrows at you. He knew your procrastination habits were bad.

“Let me guess, you’re not going to do that.”

“Nope.”

He laughed at you, “So what are you going to do?”

You smiled, a perfect plan for tonight forming in your mind.

“I’m going to go have a shower.”

The warm water washes away your troubles, settling yourself on the couch wrapped in the comfort of your favourite blanket to further relax yourself. The random movie playing on the television doesn’t quite have all your attention as you wait for him. But the moment he walks in, you feel yourself relax a bit more. He sits down next to you, estranging no words as he moves to get comfortable.

As moments pass, your studying mind eases just by his presence.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes shift from the tv in front of you to your boyfriend.

But his eyes are already trained on you. Your heart pounds at just the site of him.

“Hi.”

You smile at the simple words. “Hi.”

Laying his head on your shoulder, you hear him sigh in content.

This was rare, the two of you being at home together, uninterrupted. One or all of the boys were normally over after they finished practice. And sometimes you weren’t home until late hours in the night, staying up at the local library drilling the countless words sequence into your head.

“You know how that I’m so proud of you right?” He asks, pulling you a little closer to him.

Nodding, you take in his rare scent and presence.

“Then you’ll believe me when I say you’ve been overworking yourself?”

Sighing, you nod again. It’s true. The exams, now less than a week away, we’re being to replace your boyfriend. The desk now your bed, and the words formed by your pen replaced the texts from phone.

But somehow, you still couldn’t get your head around this essay, and it was stressing you out.

“You’ve been so busy getting ready for the next comeback and you’re always so tired or busy… I didn’t want to bother you with a meaningless essay.” You tell him. It was the truth after all.

Amongst all the positivity in your life, this was one you couldn’t really control. And you wanted to be able to do it yourself.

This time it’s his turn to sigh. He shakes his head at your words.

“Jagi. Seriously, I don’t care if you wake me at 3 in the morning to tell me you’re having a problem studying. I can help. I want to help. These exams are hard, and I want to help as much as I can. You know that I love you unconditionally, and you know I hate seeing you under so much stress? So please, let me help you somehow. ”

His words hit you right in the heart, you’re eyes avoiding him in guilt. You’re speechless at his sincere words. It had not even occurred to you to ask him for help while you two were at home like this. You were so determined to just spend time with him that you... you procrastinated a lot, than made up for lost time at the library.

But Jungkook has his own plans to help you de stress today.

Taking your hand, he pulls you up from your comfortable spot on the couch and guides you to your shared bedroom. Gesturing for you to lie down, as he climbs into his side of the bed. You obey his gesture, climbing into your own side, and pulling the covers over yourself.

“What are you -“ he cuts you off with a finger to your lips.

“Cuddling.”

His lame reply makes you smile, rolling your eyes a little at his goofy smile. The essay completely gone from your mind.

He pulls you close, intertwining your limbs to ensure there was no gap between you both, your head pushed into his chest.

A soft smile graces your features as you pull back to take a look at him, your noses now touching. He laughs at the gesture, making you shyly pull back a bit more. But your shyness only makes him laugh more, instead, he opts for a different approach to your shy nature - closing the gap between you both.

His lips are soft on yours, the kiss being slow but full of passion. Every brush of lips against lips sends shivers down your spine. The quick swiping of his thumb on your cheekbone and the silent shaky breaths calming the raging storm in your mind, the memories of today completely melted away by this moment.

He was worth it all.

His touch, his kiss, his breath. It is worth all the short amount of time you’re weren’t studying.

You smile into the kiss, Jungkooks touch sending ripples of shivers down your body. When the kiss is broken, you both are left completely breathless.

“I love you. So much.” Your breath, your eyes flicking up to meet his warm brown ones.

He smiles, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

“And I love you more.”

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