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min yoongi fic rec list (Ⅵ)

she's back bet you didn't think i'd post another list this quick but since they've been building so much i figured why not soooo this week is yoongs and next week with be taehyung i've been reading alot lately so i wanted to share them asap so before my week gets hectic again i thought i'd post it, i honestly loved these ones i am exploring a little bit for with certain genres and i must say it like a whole new world i'm enjoying it and i hope you like them too. remember too always show lots of love and support to these amazing writers they dedicated so much time to writing these fics and they are absolute geniuses and deserve the world for sharing them with us so please follow them and take a look at their masterlists cause i will 100% guarantee that you will find your very own favourites there as well, leave the a little comment i know they will appreciate it so much and send them all the love in the world... i will reblog these through out the week and as usual minors do not interact i will block those who do.... happy reading everyone see you next week with taehyung's list and if you have anything you would like to share with me or you just wanna ramble about a fic you loved my asks are always open i love hearing from you🖤✨

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stalemate by @shina913 f s a

↬"The truth is, I'm not afraid to take that gamble anymore...in the off-chance that I get lucky again and feel the way I felt when I was with you. I'd happily make that bet over and over."

oh, my darling by @yoongiofmine f s a

↬ starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

little bit of your heart by @/yoongiofmine f s a ft. jjk

↬You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it?

sinful lust by @oddinary4bts s a ft. jjk

↬ in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

after hours by @archivedkookie f s a

↬ staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.

Vows by @hamsterclaw f s a

↬ You're five years into your arranged marriage with Min Yoongi, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

sutures by @farfromsugafanfic f s a

↬ There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

and so it goes by @prodagustd f s a

↬ You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.

collateral by @theharrowing f s a ft. jjk & knj

↬ Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

till death do us part by @colormepurplex2 s a

↬ Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

grey area by @blushoseoks s a ft. jhs

↬ you spent the days staring at your wrist and tracing the skin where your soulmate’s name would one day appear. the nights were for telling your wrist about your day, as if the person whose name would one day stain itself there, like red wine to a dress, could possibly hear you. for years you thought up countless scenarios, imagined numerous possibilities, formulated conversations and rehearsed them over and over, until your mouth ran dry. outcomes and conclusions performed in your head on a repetitive loop. but out of everything you thought up, out of all of the time spent towards thinking about your soulmate, about what could possibly occur, none of it could ever prepare you for what would actually end up being. none of it ever came close to the way it happened when you finally met him. and now, after it’s all been said and done, you were left asking yourself one thing, and one thing only: “was it really worth all of this in the end?”

isn't it romantic by @jeonqkooks f s a

↬ Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

Flux by @yoonia f s a ft. jjk

↬ One of them is your longtime secret crush, while the other is the man with whom you had shared many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire, forever kept as your biggest secret of all time. You had sworn that those sinful nights would end, and that your secret crush would remain a secret. (poly au)

mean yoongi by @jjkpls f s

↬ Min Yoongi asks you to take care of his plants when he’s gone. It doesn’t go as planned and well, he has to deal with your misbehaving ass.

pretend by @gimmesumsuga s a

↬ “You know what they say: the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?” idol au infidelity

naughty little kitten by @jungkooksxo s a ft ksj

↬ Jin figures out that you’re super into the idea of Yoongi listening in on you two having sex. Yoongi is super into listening to you and Jin having sex. Jin invites Yoongi to come play with his naughty little kitten.

babydoll by @jungcock s a

↬ Your childhood crush, now famous and successful, comes to visit you while you’re drunk and have a lot to prove.

eleven months by @bratkook f s a

↬ it’s been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing what's coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.

pause by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a

↬ Life is like a cassette tape. It seems like it’s constantly repeating, flipped from side A to side B, and the songs can’t be skipped. You can only pause, rewind, fast forward, play after you’ve already heard the song. After you’ve already lived it. All Min Yoongi knows is his own tape, until it smashes right at his feet, and then he has to learn to dance to a different beat.

darksided by @eoieopda f s a

↬ It all started with a bad joke and a bottle of Tanqueray.

three squeezes by @nomnomsik s a ft jhs

↬ Yoongi is notorious for his grumpy and emotionless behavior as director of an upcoming company. Yet, it’s a mystery to everyone how manager Hoseok always seems to soften him up. The truth is that the two are actually engaged. Unknown to this fact, you happen to take an interest in Hoseok… and he does too.

one-shot

bad decisions by @jjungkookislife f s

↬ Jimin is desperate to get his apartment back to himself. He’ll move hell and earth, and even drop to his knees to beg you to take his brother, Yoongi, out of his hands. Who are you to say no to that pretty face and sinister grin?

breakfast in bed by @joonbird f s

↬ “Min Yoongi, a grumpy Ikea employee, is wondering who you are and why exactly you’re sleeping in the display bed at his Ikea.”

Tricks of the Trade by @stutterfly f s a

↬ The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That's why you frequent it. It's definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you've been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you're waking up in a body that definitely doesn't belong to you. You can't decide if it's the best or worst thing that's ever happened to you.

threads by @yoonia s a ft. knj

↬ Life is full of surprises, just like how people are full of secrets. Just when you had thought you have been lucky enough to have your life figured out, life decides to throw you a curve ball when you least expect it. And there is nothing you could do to avoid it, except to hope that you could hold your secrets as tightly as you possibly could before everything blows up into smithereens.

under the willow tree by @orchidyoonkook f a

↬ The town outcast shows up in the one place you find solace from it’s residents. The people you force yourself to fit in with, even though you never want to be anything like them. Will he ruin your only place of salvation, or become the most unlikely friend?

mami by kithtaehyung s ft. knj

↬ you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

the devil wears valentino by @orchidyoonkook f s a

↬ Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

angel by @sailoryooons f s

↬ Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences

a boy like you by @cinnaminsvga f

↬ for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you. {or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

last nite by @tayegi s a

↬ This is a zombie apocalypse AU based on The Walking Dead, The Stand, World War Z, and elements of Attack of Titan

zombie bites by @luffles424 f s a

↬ Your friends have always been willing to assist you when you need a model to practice makeup on. And with the upcoming zombie film on campus is no difference. But something feels different this time, can a zombie movie be more than just a zombie movie?

heaven's winter by @jksangelic f s a

↬ your duty as the village daughter places you in line for the season’s Offering; a tradition not to tread lightly upon. as the snow falls slow and heavy, and the seraph awaits in the shallows of the mountain, you fail to realize what the winter has in store for you.

heavy sugar by @kinktae s

↬ The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

all that holly, jolly shit by @daechwitatamic f s

↬You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

calling the shots by @chans-room f

↬ College basketball captain Yoongi

until death by @kpopfanfictrash s a

↬ Jade has always shaped the island of Kekon. Mined from the mountains, it enhances the abilities of Green Bone warriors who wear it and allows them protection from outside harm. No one understands these threats better than you do, second-in-command of the mighty No Peak clan. When a new danger appears, seeming to come from within, everything you once took for granted is called into question. Including the bonds you’ve made, some more dangerous than the others. None more so than Min Yoongi, head of No Peak and the only one capable of destroying your heart.

whatta catch by @aredheadedmess f a

↬ One, two, three strikes you’re out. When opposing opinions find you roughing it up with the university’s star pitcher, he makes it his mission to show that you’re wrong about college sports—and maybe your feelings about the player himself.

shatter me, embrace me by @95rkives s

↬you longed for him, yearning for love, yet all that awaited you was heartbreak.

you're losing me by @/archivedkookie a

↬ ❝ He’s losing you, and yet, he lets the flower die in front of his eyes instead of doing everything to save it. Alternatively, Yoongi and you are losing your love toward each other. ❞

spotlight by @back2bluesidex f a

↬ No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

all the wrong places by @mrworldwideshoulders f a

↬ After getting separated from your friends during a night out, you get stuck with a hefty bill – one that you can’t pay. So when a handsome, emotionless stranger covers your tab in a random act of kindness, you’re determined to track him down and pay him back. inspired by 24K Magic by Bruno Mars.

now we reign by @/oddinary4bts f s a

↬ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

stay by sugarwithtea f s a

↬ what happens when you get stranded in a remote town with no place to live except for a lodge owned by a dangerously handsome but annoying man? yeah, a lot.

when the stars align by @itskimtaehyung f

↬ With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought...

egotstic by @pasteljeon s a ft. knj

↬ The timing was never right. He loved you when you were kids, knees scraped and cheeks red. You loved him when pimples bloomed across his skin, voice cracking and he found solace in the scribbled lines in his notebook. The stars never seemed to align for the two of you, but perhaps it was because you were meant for someone else.

on the court by @centerhaechan f

↬ As captain of your school's winning women's basketball team, it is only understood that you despise the men's basketball team and their captain. Your main rival, Min Yoongi, enjoys testing your patience while he attempts to lead his own team to a championship victory. Your coaches believe you both have problems with teamwork, and insist that working together will produce a promising solution.

sugar by @zehakoo f s

↬ desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

from the ashes by @fortunexkookie s a

↬ Someone is sobbing ugly, wrecked sounds that shatter the silence in the room. You need them to stop; it’s distracting and you need to focus. You need to clean the ash from his skin. You need to comb the knots from his hair. You need to dress his beautiful body in something befitting the king you know he is… but the sobbing is too loud, and your vision is blurry. It takes Yoongi wiping your tears away for you to realize that the gasping cries echoing off the stone are coming from you.

the dark by @/bratkook s

↬ your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

Triplicity by @kainks ft. jhs

↬ Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

fermata by @jeongi f s

↬ fer·ma·ta: from fermare, it means to stay or to stop. min yoongi teaches you exactly how to let go.

private lessons by @dntaewithluv f s

↬ Your little sister finds it odd how you’ve been taking private lessons from her piano teacher for over a month now, but she hasn’t heard you actually play even once…

first love by @geniuslab f s a

↬You learn a lot of new things in your first year of university, including what it feels like to fall in love.

↬looking for other myg fics or the other bts members check out my library

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fentyjjk · 7 months

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Hey! I just love your fics, like they're so damn good, just wanted to ask you that, when are you going to post the 2nd chater of Love Me, series(no pressure)tho

Hello! First off thank you sm I appreciate you reading and enjoying my fics more than you can know <3 Second, uni has been absolutely kicking my ass (which is why I haven’t been on here as much) however, I will be updating when I get the chance to! I do plan to update “love lost” first and then “love me” bc I have already started a draft for the second half of “love lost” thanks again 💓

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fentyjjk · 9 months

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synopsis triggered by chase atlantic

warnings this is fiction don’t be stupid and drink and drive, gun, implications of murder, speeding, cheating, mentions of an unknowingly recorded sex tape

songathon m.list

Yoongi’s foot slammed on the pedal as he drove, his grip on the wheel paling his knuckles. His thoughts were loud, contrasting the quiet car. How could you? His eyes drifted from the road down to the liquor bottle adjacent to the glove compartment. He doesn’t question his morals as he reaches for the brown bottle taking his hands off the wheel to pop it open. He chugs it hoping it'll mute his thoughts long enough to reach your place.

The highway stretches for miles as he downs a third bottle, then a fifth. The more alcohol burns his throat the less it becomes about yelling at you or talking it out, but watching life slowly drain from your eyes and him being the cause of it.

Yoongi makes a sharp turn onto your route, the skin of his cheek caught between his teeth ripping as he finds your bestfriends car parked in your driveway.

He’d hoped that blurb of a video Jungkook had sent him was a joke, that couldn’t be his girlfriend getting fucked by the guy he “didn’t have to worry about” no, his girlfriend wouldn’t do that. However looking up at the shadows casted onto your bedroom wall from the window that was indeed the case. Your shadow mixed with his as Jungkook’s as pushed your back down thrusting forward—he looked away. His heart ached. How could you?

More blood poured into his mouth as he bit harder.

Tears clouded his vision as he reached forward, opening the glove compartment.

With blurry eyes his hands wrapped around the cool metal of his gun.

He would never let you hurt him again.

#yoongi drabble #fentyjjksongathon #minyoongiff #btsminyoongi #vivwrites

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fentyjjk · 9 months

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synopsis she by tyler the creater and frank ocean

warnings stalking, implications of murder, stabbing, blood, breaking and entering, mentions of suicide, mentions of necrophillia, jimin is irrational, everyone sucks, fast-paced plot — unedited/revised

songathon m.list

you were new in jimin's new life. you were the exciting that covered the mundane in his life. the boring, the repetition of everyday didn’t matter. the gym, library, gym, sleep. he hated it all. he was close to ending his life. he hated it every day the same shit, but then you moved in and he saw hope. almost immediately he knew he needed you to be his, you already were, you just didn’t know it yet.

he was so excited to make a move on you, just across the street from him he’d watch you get mail each morning and feed the stray dogs, you were so kind. you had such a kind heart and paired with your beauty—he was in love.

that first day when you came to his house offering baked goods your full cheeks pulling into a smile, he could’ve sworn he loved you the first time he saw you. you were curvy with detailed stretch marks, but he didn’t care. all the more he could love.

and he was going to, love you. in his mind it was time to make a move after carefully watching you from his window. mondays you worked from morning to night which was undoubtedly stupid because the neighborhood was dangerous, that’s probably why you moved in. cheap finacial housing due to the added risk of death from gun violence or rape that was also pretty common, but once you moved into his place he’d never let you be outside by yourself again. he’d protect you and kill any man that even tried touch you. that was true love. but back to the schedule. tuesdays were slower for you from morning to afternoon then you’d come home and stay inside all day. he could always see what you were doing. you weren’t keen on keeping your blinds drawn and when he got curious he traveled along the side of your house to your bedroom window. you had just got out of the shower, you were still wet. water traveled from your hair down.. down.. your body was beautiful even your stomach that protruded he loved it. soon it’d be bigger. he’d fuck so many little kids into you. then you’d truly be his.

the second time he watched you from the window you touched yourself, your moans were faint through the window, but they were all he needed to come untouched, your body slumped against the bed as did his against the grass outside, that was when he truly noticed the hold you had on him. he needed to do something.

saturday, your free day you were off and typically went to the gym on this day every two weeks. you weren’t serious about it he could tell. jimin managed to get past your shitty security after you left and overheard you on the phone complaining about how much you hate the gym when you came back. then the conversation turned to your new neighborhood. “its good here, shelbs, everyone here is so attractive and nice, and oh my God my one neighbor i think his name is jimmie or something like that, he was mowing his grass yesterday and he has this tattoo oh god, i wanna fuck him so bad.” you laughed about something your friend said before you began undressing putting her on speaker. “you know i rarely ever see him though, its like he stays inside all day, which i don’t mind more time to fuck.” jimin would’ve never guessed you were so provocative and horny, but he knew you were talking about him. his tattoo, his buffness, you wanted him. it was mutual.

thank god.

sunday rolled around and that’s when jimin was confident enough to ask you out. he spent most of yesterday in your bathroom cabinet and then in your bedroom watching you sleep.

so it had to be sunday, he wore his best outfit—a dark blue fitted shirt and dress pants. it was around four and now you were probably laying in bed watching tv, but you weren’t paying attention to the tv you were on your phone.

he checked your house through his window first before he unlocked his door slowly pulling it open when he did he slammed it shut again. junho was at your door with flowers behind his back he knocked two times and you opened the door. you smiled upon seeing him and then wider when you saw the flowers. you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down hugging him.. maybe it was just a kind gesture. jimin thought you’re new to the neighborhood. there's nothing wrong with being friendly—that is until you began kissing him walking backwards into the house as he grabbed your ass. jimin's eyes became cloudy as he looked at junho’s arm littered with tattoos just like jimin's.

you weren’t talking about him, he never had a chance. you wanted junho.

“FUCK!” he threw the vase of flowers he bought you at the wall, crystal snow falling as a result. he went to his room grabbing the envelope of your photos. he tore each one slowly, enjoying watching your sleeping body being torn into two. he’d burn them later on tonight.

jimin sat there for hours surrounded by shredded pictures of your sleeping body. finally he stood. since when did you like junho.. was it always that obvious? was jimin oblivious to your attraction to him? did it matter? you fucking cunt! you led him on. you knew exactly what you were doing coming to his house in those tight ass jean shorts and that tank top. you knew! you did, you had too.

and for that betrayal he’d kill you and junho.

it was only fair.

he slowly crept into your house. he pushed open your bedroom door. there you were the cover barely hid your naked body, your body was perfect, he should’ve been the one to fuck you. walking over to you he trailed the dull blade across your bare thigh you shivered. fuck. you’d look so good pregnant. carefully, he lifted the cover and his eyes widened there on your stomach was a large gash junho’s arm across your body holding a bloodied knife.

he dropped his knife stumbling backwards. what the fuck, what the fuck. he heard laughing from the floor and saw junho climb over your motionless body knife in hand. he crouched in front of him as jimin whimpered tears spilling, “you know jimin the easiest way to get to a woman is through her heart not watching her through her window, and then once you’re in you kill her.” junho clicked his tongue, “no stalking, no planning, pure violent bliss.” he smiled, “i call it romantic homicide, and she was the easiest to get to.” jimin stared at the white bedsheets as they soaked up your blood. “she was so good too, her body, her moans, God, you should’ve seen her face when i stabbed her. i never came so hard.” junho stood, turning towards you. “tell you what ill let you fuck her too,” junho waved him up with the red knife, but jimin was still his ears burning hot, “what are you not into that kind of thing? its fun after a while, the girls can't tell you to stop it's better, i swear.”

jimin covered his ears rocking this wasn’t real this couldn’t be. “you’re such a little bitch, this is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” junho scoffed rounding the bed for his boxers. “her pussy wasn’t that good anyway man calm down.” junho faced him again, catching jimin's attempt to subtly grab his knife. junho approached him again, slamming his foot down onto his hand, crushing his knuckles. “don't do that.” jimin pushed at his ankle grabbing the knife with his left and junho swung kicking him in the head.

the world spun as he fell against your closet door, “maybe it’ll be easier this way i can just blame the murder on you.” junho’s words were faint as jimin faded in and out of consciousness. the world went dark. he was surrounded by a never ending abyss somewhere in the distance a white light appeared you were in the center walking closer to him in flashes you were right in front of him you cupped his cheek, you leaned forward and you whispered, “save me.” his eyes opened junho’s back was to him as he redressed rambling about how he was going to pin your murder on jimin, he was so stupid turning his back to him.

jimin grabbed the knife and stood swinging his hand he stabbed him in the neck retracting the blade blood sprayed from the deep cut as he collapsed spraying your sheets and the walls. jimin got on your bed shaking your motionless body. “you told me to save you, get up,” he shook you harder, “please, y/n, please get up.” he sobbed. “please,” he repeated, through tears he saw your fingers twitch, “yes, yes stay with me!” he grabbed your phone unlocking the device he smeared blood over the screen as he called the police, “i need an ambulance at ******** my girlfriend is dying.” he hung up softly rocking you in his arms.

“i-im dying..” you whispered your breathing labored he shook his head as a tear landed on your cheek.

“no, you’re not, you're alive and well, you’re okay.”

“i always knew..” jimin stilled, “i knew you were in my house and outside my window.” jimin shook his head.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“—on my cameras,” you continued, “i never saw anyone at your house.. i know you’re lonely, but you should’ve just approached me,” you said sadly as the world began to fade, “i would’ve dated you, i would’ve pretended i didn’t know because you’re cute, but you never did.” you coughed blood onto your chest. “thank you for killing that fucker.”

“why didn’t you call the cops?” he asked as you held his hand.

“i understand that loneliness and needing something to hold onto.” jimin's head spun you knew this whole time.

“i would have killed you tonight.” you reached up stroking his cheek with your bloodied hand.

“but you didn’t.” you smiled. “goodbye, jimin.” you said as the world went black. he screamed as you passed out shaking you vigorously to no avail.

you were truly gone.

that is until you got to the hospital and they started pumping you of the blood you’d lost.

and when you awoke he was there by his side waiting for you. “hi, y/n,” he smiled.

“hi, jimin.” you smiled back reaching for his hand. “i love you.” his eyes widened.

“i love you too.”

he didn’t know you were obsessed with him too, killing every girl that attempted to steal his attention from you and when you thought he’d never actually try with you, you tried to be with junho and he tried to kill you.

this was the universe telling you that you two were meant to be.

#jimin drabble #fentyjjksongathon #parkjiminff #btsparkjimin #vivwrites

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fentyjjk · 9 months

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synosis always forever by cults

warnings there is a small twist! you should not read this if you are sensitive to certain things! i will not say which triggers, but please read with caution

songathon m.list

You’ve never been loved like this.

Taehyung—your boyfriend turned fiance—is the love of your life. Since day one he’s shown up for you emotionally, physically, etc. he’s been nothing but perfect since your first date. He knows all of your insecurities and loves everything you hate about yourself. He's forced open the little cracks in your heart and filled them with love and compassion. He's your rock, as cheesy as that is. He's your person. And you're his.

He’s never told you this but before he met you he was planning on committing. Taehyung was kind by nature, life was not the same towards him, but then he met you. You who had your head down buried in your studies. You who he caught eyeing him more than once. You who faintly blushed whenever he spoke to you. You who he began to love before he truly knew you. Once he did, he loved you even more. You were magnetic, everything about you attracted Taehyung—and then he asked you out. You said yes! That first date, that first kiss after gave Taehyung the confirmation that you were the one. Maybe you didn’t feel that way then, but he already knew.

Then there was another date, and a third and then meeting each other's families. Your respective families loved you two together. The real solidifier for you was sleeping together. Six months into your relationship and Taehyung hadn’t pressured you into anything. At times you worried he wasn’t sexually attracted to you, but when you’d make out and feel how hard he was your worry melted away. You weren’t as experienced as Taehyung so when feeling his hardon and being as turned on and wet as you undoubtedly were you always cut it short, right before things got too..intense.

He never protested or showed any negative feelings towards you as previous partners of yours had. He would just kiss your forehead and say “I’ll be right back” and then disappear into the bathroom for some minutes. And finally when you did give yourself to him fully, it wasn’t his skillful tongue or how he moved inside you that made you know he was the one, it was the care. The way he watched you to make sure you were okay, verbally coaxing reassurance and consent from you. How hungry he was and absolutely in love with your body—every roll, stretch mark, curve, how he didn’t hate you like you did. You didn’t fuck, you made love. Taehyung loved you and you loved him.

You two moved in together shortly after recreating that night all over your shared space.

Twenty months later that hasn’t changed. Taehyung even proposed.

The wedding was everything.

All of it consummated by one word; perfect.

And then finally after months of trying you got pregnant. The love of your life was opening a new chapter with you and that’s what mattered.

...”Fucking hell.” The paper screeched as you tore it apart. “It sounds too cheesy, doesn’t it? Hm, Taehyungie? Our love story sounds too perfect, fake even.” You looked over at him there on the bed, his doe eyes wide and wet. You’d just given him a tattoo, he was so unwilling to participate in you marking him with your name that you accidentally slashed his skin a few times.

He was already shaken prior to you standing, but now he's full on thrashing as you get closer to the bed. You hold back a chuckle as you notice him working against the restraints you placed on him, stroking his tear stained cheeks, you smile. “You’re so cute, baby.” Your thumb dips lower to the smooth expanse of skin stretching across his collarbone, “you can always get the tattoo removed..” you notice him bristling with hope, hidden excitement of having your name removed. “That's why I’m going to brand you.” He whimpers in defeat against your makeshift gag causing you to kiss his wet cheeks. “I know baby, I know.”

#btskimtaehyung #taehyung drabble #kimtaehyungff #fentyjjksongathon #vivwrites

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fentyjjk · 9 months

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synopsis numb to the feeling by chase atlantic

warnings dacryphilia, college drabble, jungkook is lowkey toxic, y/n’s a pretty crier, mentions of sex

songathon m.list

There’s something wrong with him.

There is no way in hell, you standing there in just your underwear as you attempt to get him to date you—or wait, was it driving you home? lt doesn’t matter, the point is you're barely clothed and your makeup is running as tears spill from your waterline. Your lips have the slightest pout, Jesus Christ. You’ve never looked so hot to him. All the girls that have been with the infamous Jeon Jungkook can attest to how good the sex is and how hard it was to let that go. Its like he picked your brain for everything you liked, he’d study how you reacted to certain stimuli and mastered the technique in minutes. It was everything but heavenly, in fact it was sinful how fucking good it was.

And now he was letting you go, right after ruining you for all other men. Usually when girls beg and cry for him to give them a chance he’s bored and oddly enough having sex with you, he was bored during that. Your body was nothing special. You barely had anything going for you. Your ass and your tits were okay, not too big, but not small either. You had a little stomach, and the sex was average at best. Your attempt to ride him was decent, and your head game was good, but again nothing special. But this display of desperation, the teary eyes, the pouty lips.

Fuck.

He leans against the headboard examining you closely, it's so cute the way you clutch your shirt to your chest as if he hadn’t just seen every inch of your body bare.

The thought crosses his mind as your black tears stain your white shirt, he should fuck you again.

His cock stiffened as he beckons you forward with the ruse to comfort you. His arms wide, his smile as predatory as it is fake.

You don’t refuse his lips on yours or the subtle way he pushes your clothes away from your chest.

Or when he lays you down again.

You do refuse with teary eyes once again when he tells you to kick rocks and then he takes you to bed again and again. Something about your eyes and your face when you cry. He’ll never feel like this again. He’s numb to all the other girls that try to get him to give them a chance, but you, you’re special.

#jungkookdrabble #fentyjjksongathon #jeomjungkookff #btsjeonjungkook #vivwrites

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fentyjjk · 9 months

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synopsis outside freestyle by raahiim

warnings stalking, unprotected sex, unintentional (?) voyeurism (they fuck against a car outside), y/n is delusional, jungkook is stressed

songathon m.list

Freedom.

He was free of you. Free from your chaotic bullshit. Jungkook knew before getting into a relationship with you that you loved hard and that you bore some trauma from your previous relationships, but more importantly your relationships went bad because of them, your partners. You were never the problem. You were an angel among a bunch of disguised devils. Jungkook once thought the same, you were too good for him, he didn’t deserve you. But you showed him time and time again that you loved him, that he, for some inexplicable reason was worthy of that love.

But your love wasn’t always amazing. Sometimes it was jealous, bitter, obsessive, insecure. You were still reeling from your last relationship when Jungkook asked you out, but you agreed to let him take you out, allowed him to court you—and then you were together. It was cute at first. Wherever he went you were there, puppy love at its finest, maybe the honeymoon phase. Years later that same love began to feel smothering. Jungkook felt suffocated by your presence. He would try to express that to you lightly, calmly, but you always blew it out of proportion. And finally after years of your obsessive borderline abusive behavior he stood his ground and left you.

A simple text marked the end of four years together.

The love of my life: We’re done. You can keep my clothes and whatever else belongs to me at your place or donate them, burn them. I don't care. Don’t contact me again.

Jungkook liked to think you were a lone daisy in a sea of dead flowers, but you weren’t. You were the harsh sun killing all things beautiful. You were evil, obsessed. Jungkook was no stranger to you popping up at his job, his home, places he went to. It’s like you knew how to break him, because right now he’s unblocking you, calling you.

“Get off my property, Y/N.” You smile at the sound of his voice, caressing your fingers over the diamond necklace he brought you.

“Hi, Kookie.” You breathed into the nickname elated that your antics made him unblock you. It only took locking yourself inside his work break room, threatening the girl he was talking to and countless nights parked outside his home for this simple olive branch, but it meant a lot. Your efforts paid off after all. “I miss you… why don’t you come out here? We need to talk about us.” You trailed on focusing on his silhouette pacing his living room through his windows.

“There is no us, Y/N. We’ve been broken up for two months.” You rolled your eyes, your grip tightening on your necklace, grounding you. Jungkook wanted space so you gave him that you didn’t “break up”, no. He’s being dramatic.

“Jungkook, do you want me to make a scene?” Your voice dropped an octave and he stopped pacing, frustratedly pulling at his hair. You’d made a few scenes, his neighbors that would once greet you with warm smiles would now glare at your car in his driveway as you honked over and over again playing obscenely loud music late at night all in an effort to get Jungkook to pay attention to you.

“I’ll call the cops.”

“I’ll lie.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Lie about what?” He spit.

“Assault, pregnancy, anything. Kook, you’re not getting rid of me. You know I got that flimsy ass paper, did you really try and get a restraining order against me, baby?” It didn’t work, obviously. If there was one thing Jungkook liked about you it was how established you were, the connections you had everywhere.

In court as well.

“Y/N, please leave me alone,” he begged dropping down onto his couch in defeat.

“Are you done being difficult?” You murmured boredly, “why don’t you open the door, hm?” You change your tone to something softer, cuter. The voice you talked to him in when you first started dating, when things were good.

“Go the fuck away, Y/n!” Jungkook yells, your hand moved on its on; teasingly hovering over the middle of your steering wheel a loving (sadistic) smile playing at your lips when your nails brushed across the faux leather.

“Baby, don’t be like th—“ click. He… he fucking hung up on you. Scoffing you called him again—straight to voicemail. You called again the voice you’d grown accustomed to reaching your ears, “This caller cannot be—“ you hung up flinging your phone into the seat across from you. The first press of your horn he ignored, the second, he left the living room, the third you didn’t let up you held your hand still letting the loud blaring noise ring out into the night. “Come on, Kookie…” A minute had gone by the neighbor’s next door front porch light flickered on then the same happened on the other side of Jungkook’s house. You stopped, sinking into your seat as one his neighbors peeked outside angrily rubbing into her eyes as she looked around to find the culprit. She wobbled back inside her home slamming her door and you went back to it honking again and again.

Jungkook was losing his mind. You wouldn’t go away, you wouldn’t stop honking. It wasn’t like other nights when you’d honk and wait and then honk a few more times in a row and stop, wait for him to react, no, you wouldn’t take your hand off the horn tonight. He unblocked you once again calling you back.

“Hi, baby—“

“Y/n, I swear to God if you don’t leave right now—“

“What?” You said amused, egging him on, “what will you do, huh?” His eye twitched as you chuckled.

“Y/n, don’t make me drag your ass off my property.”

“I’d like to see you try, we haven’t touched in so long—well, except when I visited you at work.” Visit? He almost laughs, you make it sound so casual; as if you were his lover and just stopped by his job. That’s probably what you actually think, that thought alone makes him feel sick.

It happened a little over a month ago, seven days after he texted you that it was over. You showed up at his job and he quietly tried to make you leave, desperately pleaded with you. “Not at my job, Y/n, please, please they just promoted me, Y/n.” He had it—you under control until his coworker, Uri, his overly friendly coworker whom you hated even while with Jungkook came over questioning you. “Didn’t you two break up? Wah, you’re really crazy, Y/n.” You charged at her and Jungkook dragged you into the breakroom. You let him, his touch was so warm, so inviting. Once he set you down on your own two feet you kissed him. Well, you tried to. He shoved you away insisting that you two were over with.

You dropped to your knees gingerly touching his thighs and for a second that look—that desire he always had for you no matter how toxic you were passed over his eyes. But then it was gone and he was stepping away. You took off your top, he left the room. So you locked yourself inside. It wasn’t until hours later did Jungkook find out what you had done.

None of his fellow employees could get inside the break room. A line of annoyed and amused workers caught his attention on his way to the bathroom. He was stifling laughter himself as he heard moaning, immediately he assumed two horny employees couldn’t keep it down in the breakroom. At that moment he didn’t understand why his coworkers were eyeing him when he approached the group until he heard his name. “Ah, Jungkook! Yes!” His cheeks flushed. That was you. He knew how you sounded especially when you were being fucked—were you being fucked?

He got inside the room after his boss Namjoon dismissed the crowd and told Jungkook to not so subtly handle his shit. You never stopped moaning loudly, it was embarrassing. And once he was in he saw you naked, legs spread on top of one of the circular tables as you pumped your fingers in and out. The same look, lust, passed over him. It was so surreal what you were doing that it turned him on, the dirtiness of it all was hot. But it disgusted him just as much. Your moans and touchy behavior was revolting and as he redressed you with much difficulty he made sure to let you know that. “You fucking slut-“ He sneered.

“Mmm say it again, I think I almost came.”

“Coming to my job, are you kidding me, Y/n?! This is my work place!” You nodded along touching his chest as he tried to slid on your panties. After picking you up and physically kicking you out you waited at his car—you were a parasite driving the happiness out of him, the life out of him. He hasn’t been able to live down the jokes at his job or the bewilderment from his older coworkers. Namjoon was kind enough to not fire him after he explained his situation in lengthy detail, but he was warned: “If something like this happens again, I’ll be forced to fire you, Mr.Jeon.”

And now here you were trying to embarrass him, again. Different crowd, same shameful crazy ex-girlfiend behavior.

“Don’t make me come outside, Y/n—“ you honked.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“Y/n-“ honk. “Let me speak—“ you honked again. Across the street another porch light came to life. He tossed his phone onto his bed muttering curses as he exited the house. You were estatic, beaming even as he stalked towards you a dark look looming in his eyes, but you welcomed it, got out of the car arms wide.

“Hi, baby–“ you choked as he gripped your neck pushing your body back against the car. You couldn’t breathe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! I don’t want anything to do with you!” You could barely croak out a response as his grip got tighter, cutting off your air supply completely.

“Kook-“

“When will you get it, huh? When?!” He was screaming in your face not once letting up on the grasp he has on your neck forcing your nape to dig painfully into the top of your car. “Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?!” Jungkook was seething, yelling at you, yes, but you knew him well.

Jungkook used to box earlier in your relationship. He said it was a way to release anger… but then he had you. He said he prefers taking his anger out on you then going to the boxing center he used to frequent. He would fuck you hard and like the good girlfriend you are (were) you took it. And you’d take it now as well.

Once he finally stopped shouting at you, you stroked his wrist. He pulled away recoiling at your touch, but you yanked his hand forward putting it back onto your neck a sadistic smile decorating your lips as you forced him to hold you like that again, you really were crazy. You were smiling at him even though blemishes of his hand was imprinted on your light brown skin.

“Its okay, you can take it out on me.” The look wasn’t there, the desire wasn’t displayed on his face. The look he was giving you was somewhere between creeped out and pure anger. But only the ladder could get you what you wanted. “I love you, Jungkook, and you love me, why don’t we stop this back and forth, hm?” You widened your eyes in faux innocence blinking up at him. His grip tightened on his own and you dropped your hand.

He’s in your face, repulse tainting his every word as he spoke, “I want nothing to fucking do with you, you’re going to leave me alone, Y/n, or else.”

“Or else what, baby?”

“I’ll fucking kill y—“ you shut him up with a kiss, tightly pressing your lips to his and in an expected turn of events he didn’t push you away. His grip got tighter, but he was kissing you back holding you still by the hold on your neck and aggressively shoving your jeans down with the other. “You disgust me,” he spit out between kisses biting your lower lip, “everything about you disgusts me,” he says again as you moan, rutting into his hand when he cups your heat. You were already wet, no surprise there.

His words heavily contradict his actions as he spun you around pressing his hard length to your panty clad ass. “So fucking nasty,” he twitched as he placed himself between your cheeks thrusting forward. “God, I hate you so much.” Hate that you can’t leave me alone, you think as he continues humping your ass. You moan when he switches the position; this time his bare length thrusting between your thighs rubbing your clit.

“Kook, please fuck me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he groans gripping your hips and pulling you back, as if he’s really fucking you. “F-fuck—fuck you.” He doesn’t sound angry nor sincere, just horny. Your shirt comes off next, sort of. His tattooed hand pulls your shirt down and your bra as well without unclasping it properly. He pushes you further into your car, your breasts rest against the cool glass of your windows. “Fucking slut,” he remarks pulling down your wet underwear, the thin material soaked in your arousal.

“K-Kook ple—“

“Fucking shut up!” His hand is back on your neck as he thrusts forward slipping inside you. You can’t think, can’t say you love him, you feel so full, too turned on to think straight. The drag of his thick cock is the only thing you can focus on, every vein imprinting itself into your velvety walls. “Fuck, how’re you so tight? I’ve fucked you so many times and you’re still so damn tight.” He emphasizes each word with each movement of his hips, each thrust sharper than the last each movement causing him to grip your neck tighter and tighter.

“L-love you—fuck!” He lands a hit to your ass efficienctly shutting you up. Everythings hot, minus the glass against your tits, his hand on your neck is burning, his chest against your back is scorching. It’s all so hot.

You’re close, he is too. His thrusts turn sloppy and lose rhythm. The grip on your neck is released when he places both hands on your hips pulling you back and forth on his cock like his own living breathing fuck toy. The sound of skin meeting skin rings out into the night only pushing you further to the edge. Anybody could be watching, listening; any of Jungkook’s neighbors that woke up could see you two, record you.

“I-I”m gonna come,” You tell him, the smack of his balls against your swollen clit has you shaking, your creamy arousal beginning to ring around his cock.

“Hate you,” he grunts as he spills inside you, usually he’d make sure you come first then he would, but you don’t mind the change—that is until he steps away from you, his seed dribbling down onto your thighs. He didn’t let you come… at all. “Leave.” He says coldly, pulling his sweats back on. It’s suddenly cold, the night breeze brushing across your skin raising goosebumps. His warmth is gone, his words sinking in. He used you, but it's fine.. right? You’ll take anything Jungkook gives you, right?

Then why do you feel like crying?

You hastily pull your jeans back on and fix your top, facing him. He just stares at you as if you’re some bother to him, some nuisance like he didn’t just take you a few moments ago against your car. “Jungkook—“ he walks away from you and you frown following him. “Where are you going?”

“To bed,” he says clearly annoyed. Once he reaches his door with you hot on his tail he spins towards you. “Fuck off.” You’re guessing that’s his form of goodnight because then he slams the door in your face.

And suddenly you don’t just feel like crying, you do.

#jungkookff #fentyjjksongathon #jeonjungkookff #jungkookdrabble #btsjeonjungkook #vivwrites

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fentyjjk · 9 months

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SONGATHON MASTER LIST

𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱

—KIM SEOKJIN

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻

—MIN YOONGI

⇝ 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱

—JUNG HOSEOK

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻

—KIM NAMJOON

⇝ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲

—PARK JIMIN

⇝ 𝘀𝗵𝗲

—KIM TAEHYUNG

⇝ always forever

—JEON JUNGKOOK

⇝ outside

⇝ 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴

#fentyjjksongathon #vivwrites #jungkook ff #namjoonff #seokjinff #jinff #yoongiff #jiminff #taehyungff #hoseokff #jhopeff

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fentyjjk · 10 months

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| pairing namjoon x reader x jungkook

| genre angst, cheating

| warnings cheating, mentions of smut, mentions of substance abuse, implied threats of murder, jungkookdeservesbetter, kindagivingwattpadbutiwrotethisat3amSPAREME, unedited, (you do this irl your a pos)

| synopsis an affair with your husband's best friend leads to a messy confession on your wedding day. it all goes downhill from there.

| read me this is 1/2 parts (and unedited)

The fabric delicately layered your body contrasting the demanding stare Namjoon was sending your way. He wanted you to reciprocate it so badly. A small glance would reassure him that even after you say “I do” and spend a beautiful two weeks in Cabo fucking your then husband all over your luxurious suite you’re still his.You’ll still crave him hopefully as badly as he does you. Your water works are fake Namjoon thinks, when a tear slipped from your eyes as Jungkook read his vows you dotted under your waterline and then began full on crying as Jungkook gave the most mundane promise to love and protect you as long as he lived. You recite your vows as well, more or less the same as Jungkook’s with different wording.

And then you said it. “I do.” And for Namjoon at least it sunk in, he’d no longer be hooking up with his best friend's girlfriend turned fiance, but his wife. The meaning behind that added label made him feel uneasy. It wasn’t like he hadn't tried to put you off from going through with the wedding, even a few months ago when you quietly called him inside your shared bathroom asking him what to do since Jungkook had proposed. He was dumbfounded hearing you cry over the phone, but one thing's for certain he had to do his absolute best to prevent the wedding. But as he watched Jungkook dip and kiss you his heart swelled with guilt because he knew even after Jungkook married you, he’d still want you.

“Let's give a round of applause for the lovely bride!” The “host” of the wedding was Jungkook’s mother, a retired wedding planner who was knowledgeable on how to make her one and only son's wedding day one to remember. The entire thing was beautiful gold and white decorations filled the church, the hall, and the ceremony room; the chandelier hung high and bright. Even the fucking cake looked expensive. And despite the luxurious finger foods Mrs.Jeon had carefully picked out the alcohol was particularly inviting to Namjoon.

He couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. You looked so genuinely happy with Jungkook; smiling, kissing him, staring at your ring with that longing look on your face when Jungkook wasn’t present. Not to mention you had been avoiding Namjoon since the proposal. You hooked up sparsely leading up to the wedding but the last few weeks you’d all but ghosted him. You couldn’t feel guilty now, not after everything with Namjoon. He didn’t want to accept any sort of truth that you may very well have thought of him as just a good hookup. No, you told him you loved him, granted it was after you’d both snorted a shit load of cocaine and some drinks, it had to mean something, right?

“Now we will have our best man's speech.” The spotlight shined down on Namjoon as he messily wiped the beer from his lips walking towards the stage. All eyes on him. Ms.Jeon, ever the perfectionist, had insisted on everyone getting “mic'd up” as she dubbed it instead of using facial microphones so the speeches could have more emotion. As he got on stage he turned towards the right. To anyone else, he's directing his speech to the lovely couple, but no, he needs to see you. He saw you walk down the aisle, he was at dress rehearsals where you ignored him, but he hasn’t been able to see you glow like this before. Even post orgasm when you glow the most and smile at him until his heart is ready to jump out of his chest, you’ve never looked like that. The white dress compliments your dark skin beautifully, the silver jewelry naturally complimenting your undertones, your hair that he would pull after you’d just got straightened now loosely pulled into a bun with two curly strands framing your beautiful face. You looked stunning.

For some reason Namjoon began to feel jealousy creeping up on him. He’d never fancied the idea of marriage, or kids like you and Jungkook did. All that traditional shit wasn’t for him as he’d say and he made that clear to you, but now as he gazes at Jungkook next to you holding your hand in his, his mood turns sour. It isn’t long before Ms.Jeon coughs signaling for him to begin, smiling at the waiting guests whilst glancing at Namjoon expecting his speech.

However it never comes, instead tears fill his eyes. Not once since he’d gotten on stage had you looked at him. He should’ve expected this avoidant behavior; it's all he’s been getting recently, but now it makes his heart clench in agony. Then, he sniffles and you look up, hearing the action

over the speakers. He’s already looking at you, you knew he would be, his eyes haven’t left you since your mother handed you off to Jungkook. If Jungkook wasn’t so God awfully clueless, he probably would’ve picked up by now that you’ve been stepping out on him with Namjoon for the past three years.

The first hookup was unintentional. You and Jungkook had only been dating for two weeks and he had yet to introduce you to his closest mates and oddly enough you two weren’t in the honeymoon phase. You argued a lot. One thing led to another and you ended up at a bar downtown in Seoul while Jungkook blew up your phone demanding you come back to “figure our shit out” as he’d lightly put it in text. Loyalty wasn’t on your mind when you saw Namjoon at the bar. Nor when he brought you a drink and fucked you in the parking lot, or when he took you back to a hotel. Ironically enough he’d told you the reason he couldn’t go back to his dorm was because his roommate (unbeknownst to you Jungkook) had requested he’d not come home until he resolved the argument between him and his girlfriend. That first night together was unbelievably passionate. The way he cared for you and made you feel comfortable whilst simultaneously pounding you down into the mattress is what got you hooked on him.

And that would've been the end of it had you not gone to Jungkook’s dorm a few days later only to discover your quick little hookup was his roommate and even worse his closest friend. Your world came crashing down when he’d introduced you two and you had to pretend you didn’t know the man as if you hadn’t spent five long hours doing anything and everything to each other in a random hotel room. A moment alone with Namjoon when Jungkook left to get you both food you agreed it couldn’t happen again.

Unfortunately for the both of you, the tension between you was palatable and soon you found yourself going to their shared dorm for Namjoon. When Jungkook would pop up unexpectedly you’d tell him you came to surprise him. Things got a little harder to keep under wraps when he came home drunk after a night out with his frat while you were riding Namjoon, but it was dark and Namjoon covered you immediately. After that incident he’d made the commute to your place whenever he needed you, which was often, but you didn’t mind. Besides the amazing sex, Namjoon and you had a lot in common. It was always enjoyable to talk to him post-sex, he was great company. The thought of what a relationship would be like with him crossed your mind often, but that’d be difficult to explain to Jungkook without ruining their friendship.

So you settled for keeping things in the dark with Namjoon, having him like this was wrong and unfair to Jungkook who didn’t deserve it, but you needed Namjoon too. It wasn’t right to compare the men, but Namjoon was a year older and it showed in the way he made love to you, it wasn’t just sex to you more often than not he was loving your body, which was dangerous. Making love is easily tangled with “feelings” and you couldn’t leave Jungkook. You could tell that Namjoon was getting needy for you to do so even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, he’d gazed at you as you redressed as if you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen..

And then you ruined it.

Namjoon and you also shared a love of hardcore drugs, you weren’t addicts per say, but when presented with cocaine for getting your degree you couldn’t opt out. Then you two fucked like routine, and you said you love him. And he reciprocated that sentiment. For you at least that’s where things went downhill. The mess of emotions you felt paired with the rather intimate sex you two had after the cocaine induced confessions didn’t help your mind feel any better when the very next day Jungkook fucking proposed to you.

This is why you can’t look at Namjoon. Earlier when you promised Jungkook you loved him in front of friends and family your mind was anywhere but on him, it was on his best man, his best friend, Namjoon. You keep thinking about how wrong the whole thing was, when he kissed you, how you’d wished it was Namjoon instead. And when you cried it wasn’t because Jungkook was pouring his heart out to you it was because guilt and anguish was eating away at you. You’d married a guy you hadn’t loved for three years, all while the man you actually wanted watched.

When he sniffled you had to look at him. He looked broken like a kicked puppy. Onlookers probably thought he was emotional over his friend getting married but you knew better. He reciprocated the way you felt. The emotions you felt were all there in his eyes even if he held a false smile, you knew. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, he bolted leaving the room as everyone gasped. Your eyes followed his back as he left the doors closing behind him with you and Jungkook’s initials printed in gold. Jungkook softly guided your face towards him by your chin smiling softly.

“He’ll be fine, he usually gets emotional at things like these,” he heartedly laughs rubbing the back of your palm as his mother continues the ceremony, “come on, it’s almost time for the garter pull.” You pulled your lips up into a smile feeling anything but happy even though it’s your wedding day.

Namjoon found a bottle of beer on his descent to the exit stopping inside the storage room to properly loathe himself. How did he get himself into this situation? Hell, maybe this was his karma, the woman he loved marrying his best friend. Karma had real fucked up ways of paying back debt. Nothing hurt more than seeing you look at Jungkook, lovingly, you never looked at Namjoon that way and the thought caused him to punch the wall opposite him. He heaved, pulling his bloodied hand out of the wall leaning his body onto it. He began crying again laughing to himself as he did so, maybe he’d gone crazy. There was nothing he could do to be with you now without ruining everything, he knew that and that thought alone drove him to madness.

The door opened and he sighed, turning towards it preparing to explain the hole in the wall, but he didn’t have to. It was you, and for once you weren’t smiling. You looked as broken as Namjoon did and that made him slightly happy. He wasn’t the only one being affected; you also were feeling down about the whole thing.

Closing the door behind you, you stared at each other. None of you spoke, just observed each other in the dimly lit closet, he looked good in a suit. The sleeves tightly wrapped around his large biceps, his body was ridiculous naked, but in a suit he looked even better. Under different circumstances you probably would’ve taken him right here in the closet, but it’d be obvious you were missing from your wedding.

Finally he spoke, low and raspy, “Congrats.” He smiled as tears threatened to spill, “you look gr-” You pressed your lips to his shushing him and at once everything fell into place. His arms reached behind you holding you close to his chest as your hands reached for his hair lightly tugging on the dyed locs. “Y/n..” he held his head against yours, breathing you in as you panted. His heart skipped a beat as he realized the kiss felt different from all the others you’ve shared. It feels like a goodbye. You were officially leaving him. You began to separate yourself from him and he grabbed your wrists, “No, Y/n, I can’t-”

“I’m married, Joon, this ends here.” You reached up wiping your tears, you don’t even remember when you started crying yourself.

He breathed a scoff licking the corner of his mouth, “So that’s it? Three years and nothing?” You turned away taking a deep breath, this was it, you told yourself, it’s over. You moved towards the door and he grabbed your waist, kissing your ear down to your neck whispering: “I love you, Y/n, I can’t just end it here.. Please..” his hands moved from your waist to your clothed breast, you bit your lip to hold back a moan.

“Namjoon..” you feel him beginning to grind against your dress, he was hard. He turned you around, taking your hand in his he placed it on his crotch.

“See what you do to me, Y/n?” You knew it was wrong but you began to softly stroke the clothed length as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Do you love me too?” Your eyes snapped up to his, there’d be no excuse come morning. You couldn’t say you were high, you’re completely sober, you knew there’d be no coming back and still you confirmed his thoughts.

“Yes, I love you too.” He smiled genuinely this time as more tears flowed, but it was different this time, as was your smile it wasn’t fake and practiced in the mirror, it was real. What you two had was real. There was no stopping now, you reconnected your lips as he took off his suit jacket loosening his tie.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed as he released your curly hair from your bun, he loved your natural hair. It was rare to see it in this state and not pin straight and this was his treat. He deluded himself to think you kept your hair in its natural state for your wedding for him and he’s actually not that far off. When deciding how to style your hair you weighed the looks Namjoon wanted with Jungkook’s and chose to favor Joon’s. He deserved that at least.

But just as things began to feel right the world came crashing down around you again.

The door opened.

And there stood Jungkook and almost your entire guest list.

“J-Jungkook-” he looked at your disheveled state and then Namjoon’s.

He scoffed, “Would you like to tell me what my best man and my wife are doing in the closet, honey?” Jungkook was a very kind soft spoken man, it's one of the reasons you felt better with Namjoon. Things weren’t happy all the time. But much like everyone else he had a dark side. And now for the first time you’re seeing it. His eyes seemed to dilate as he zeroed in on your neck, you barely could focus on the disapproving look on the attendees faces because Jungkook has never looked at you like this. He always held love and adoration when he looked at you, it made you feel sick, but this look is different, murderous. You take a step back almost tripping on the dress Namjoon catches your arm steadying you. Jungkook’s jaw tightens as he stares at the action. “Don’t fucking touch her.” Namjoon silently pulled away from you as Jungkook glared into you.

It was bad enough he found out but with the entire guest list watching him tear you a new one added the icing on top. By morning you knew this would be in the headlines: The Heir of Jeon Enterprises wife Y/n L/n was a cheater and she was cheating with his best friend Kim Namjoon. This situation was fucking awful and you couldn’t escape. You felt like you had been nailed to the floor.

“You fucking slu-”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Turning his attention towards Namjoon he jerked his head back in shock, appalled that Namjoon dare speak to him especially after ruining his wedding day. Jungkook looked away from you two up at the ceiling, his tongue outlining his cheek, he couldn’t lose his calm.

But as he looked back down at the proximity between you two he thought fuck it and swung. The crowd gasped along with you as Namjoon fell to the floor, motionless. Concerned, you turned towards him, but Jungkook’s voice stopped you. “Help him up, I’ll break your fucking jaw.” You knew he meant it, it was in his eyes, that unwithered rage.

“J-Jungkook, I can explain-”

He shook his head, rolling up his sleeves to expose his tattoos. “Ah, the shut the fuck up, Y/n.” He tilted his head to the side, “I knew.” He admitted. Your mouth fell agape, he knew.. He fucking knew! A million questions raced through your mind in that instant but the mental traffic was halted as he spoke again, “or I thought I did. I saw some text messages between you two which seemed like the end of a short affair, that was a year ago. I thought the affair ended, I let it go, but I guess I was wrong.” He laughed bitterly stepping closer to you, you stepped back until you hit the wall, “I gave you everything!” He shouted at you, “you almost went homeless and I fucking took you in! I loved you, hell, I love you, and you’re in this small ass closet confessing to another man on our fucking wedding day?” You’ve never heard Jungkook sound or look as hurt as he does now nor have you ever heard him swear at you unless it was in bed, but this was something completely different. “Oh and by the way lover boy over there forgot about his microphone.” He nodded to Namjoon’s body you looked over at him and Jungkook turned your chin towards him harshly, “you have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.” He toys with his ring finger, he laughs cynically his dark eyes teasing you as he leans in and whispers, “you and Namjoon should be thanking God that murder is illegal.” You swallow as your hands shake uncontrollably. You thought Jungkook would be mad if he ever found out for sure, but murder? He just told you he’s angry enough to murder you. Your mouth trembles as he pulls back a dark smile encompassing his gentle features. “Don’t look so scared, all these people here, you have nothing to worry about.” The words would reassure you had he not grabbed your wrist and began dragging you down the hallway as everyone watched.

Sadly, you didn’t know everything about Jungkook.

Some people, like Namjoon did and he still thought you were worth the risk. That’s what bothered him most.

And now you are going to pay for it.

“Jungkook! Jungkook I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby!” He closed you into the passenger side and quickly rounded the car. As he started the engine you reached for the door handle and he smiled. “Get out, Y/n. I dare you.” You froze and he pulled off, a dark smile resting on his lips. “Good girl.”

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synopsis after dying and coming back to life as a vampire with an unrelenting thirst for blood, jungkook is on the run. it doesn't matter where he goes or how he just needs to keep running. away from the hunters, away from the people he killed the first night he came back, he just has to keep moving...but then he finds you.

pairing jungkook x fem reader

genre vampire au, supernatural, unrealistic historical fic, romance

warnings smut, suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, sexual assault (not between mc and jk), brief depictions of rape (again, not between mc and jk), murder, LOTS of blood

The hunts began after he went into hiding. He didn't have a purpose by running and hiding in the forest. He was terrified of himself. The sun hurt his eyes and intimidated him into the deep crevices of a cave. He was immortal now. His youth meetings at the church would detail the grave lengths of immortality such as the necessary feedings to keep his nonexistent heart alive and full, the ring of absolute silver bestowed by a pastor to grant sun indifference. Staying alive while being dead was too much. Jungkook prayed God would have mercy on him and take his life once again. Forgive him for the bloodshed caused and allow him to rest in peace in heaven with his mother.

But he knew that was unlikely, the fiery pits of hell would be more fitting for a demon like him.

It had been two full months since he’d left the town, since he’d fed and he’d grown fairly weak. His body rapidly lost weight and the muscle that he’d packed on when he was human. The pale skin deepened to a sheer gray. The black veins beneath his skin prominent under the moonlight. He knew what he had to do, but he didn’t want to go back to town and kill more people, his friends, his neighbors. So, he stayed in the cave embracing death with open arms. That is until a small herd of bunnies came into the cave fleeing from the heavy downpour outside the rocky settlement. Their little hearts were thumping quickly, he could smell the blood beneath the fur.

It's not human, he mentally chanted as he tore into all twelve of the bunnies. Their blood was not as sweet as the townspeople, but it sufficed his thirst for the night. His skin returned to “normal” the deathly porcelain he’d grown accustomed to and his vision was sharper. He leaned back against the jagged cave staring at the red bunnies surrounding him. He sobbed.

Why him?

It wasn’t long before he was hungry again. months had slipped between his fingers in minutes. He barely slept. Most days he spent crying or staring outside the cave pondering on what to do. He wanted to die. He settled on that thought. By some ungodly nature he was a damned bastard and he wanted to meet his demise quickly.

Snowfall returned once again signaling an entire year had passed. He swore he’d only been away from town for a few months, but a year had passed before his eyes. He wasn’t living anymore. He had a conscious inside of a shell. He wanted to rid himself of life and so that night he snuck out of the cave. The sheet of icy white snow tickled his feet, but the coldness was numbing to him. He couldn’t feel it.

He sought out a stick and using his elongated nails he’d trimmed it into a sharpened triangle. He just needed to stab himself in the heart and all would be well according to the myths. He slipped back into the cave holding the stake a few inches from his chest as tears silently rolled down his cheeks. This was the only way. It was either this or hurting more innocent people. He pushed the stake out and swung inward, piercing his chest. The pointed end broke off into his chest, black blood pouring from his wound. Dropping the stake he laid back, as his vision blurred he knew he was going to die. A smile of relief pulled at his lips and with one last tear leaving his eyes darkness encompassed him.

But life hadn’t been kind to him.

Hours felt like seconds and those seconds worked to repair his wounded heart and the scar surrounding it.

Unwillingly he was still “alive”

Jungkook quickly sat up laying his hand over his heart, the wound was gone and all that remain were his bloodied dark clothing. Killing himself was unsuccessful. The thought of not being able to die by his own will brought more tears to his eyes. He just wanted to die already. Wallowing away without food (read: blood) took so much effort every bone in his body deteriorated slowly. The stories he’d heard of vampires dying because of forced lack of blood transpired over centuries. It’d take generations for Jungkook to ween off the blood of his massacre from a year ago. He didn’t want to wait that long.

He was a murder and he couldn’t even spare himself from guilt by killing himself. Life was cruel. He layed back on the dirt staring at the pile of rocks that made the cave. Each one relied on the one above it, beside it and below. If the rocks fell hopefully he’d be in the cave and be crushed to death. It’d be more painful and he wasn’t sure when the earth would shake violently again in what his town called the “wrath of god” but he hoped it’d be soon. He dug his fingers into the dirt letting the soil fester under his nails, bugs crawling over his arms and before he would’ve shaken them off. When he was human he had an immense fear of the tiny creatures, but here in the darkness of the woods, in the cave they were his only friends beside the bunnies he feasted on.

His eyes began to close, his body had exhausted itself by repairing his wounds, sleep beckoned him behind his fluttering lids, but he couldn’t drift off. He smelled smoke, but most importantly he smelled people and they were close. Jungkook cowered to the farther edge of the cave, but he heard them inching closer to the beginning of the cave, they were coming inside. “Tell the other men to check by Harthorn River.” Jungkook’s eyebrows drew together, he knew that voice.

“Dad, what if we give it a rest? We’ve been looking for a year.” Another man spoke. “You know how dangerous these caves are, they could collapse at any moment.” The second man continued, Jungkook could smell the sour notes in his scent, the worry tangled with masked frustration.

Namjoon.

“Son, if you’re going to be a little girl about it, stay outside with the other men.” The crunch of leaves under boots sounded again and Jungkook looked around. What could he do? Where could he go? There was no doubt he could rip into the men in seconds, but he didn’t want to do that. The image of the townspeople bodies piling the streets is forever burned into his memory and he never wants to witness anything like that again.

Jungkook noticed a rock at the top of the cave protruding out. His idea was a long shot and by the steady increase of feet padding closer to him he only had one chance to make it. He stepped back using all his strength to jump. He grasped the edge of the rock easily holding himself up, his nails digging into the rough surface painfully. The men entered so he stayed silent sprawled at the top of the cave watching them shuffle inside the tiny space.

“Look at this.” Namjoon's dad swung his boot kicking at the bunny closest to him. The small animal rolled to the side, Jungkook's canine marks and blood imprinted into the once pure white fur. “This sick freak has been eating bunnies.” The sour scent from earlier got stronger, more potent, it was overwhelming. Looking behind Namjoon’s dad he could see why.

Namjoon was staring at him.

“See, son? Your friend is damned to be a bloodthirsty demon for eternity!” His voice bounced off the walls ringing in Jungkook’s ears. Namjoon quickly lowered his head when his father glanced at him solemnly nodding.

“Bakun,” one of the men at the further edge of the cave called, “we found something.” Bakun gritted his teeth. Jungkook was near here somewhere he could feel it. Reluctantly, he followed the men out. Namjoon remained still, his torch lighting Jungkook’s features as he raised it higher dried blood stained his hands, chin, and clothing. He looked dirty. Nothing like the clean, neat friend from before.

“Jun—“

“Namjoon, stop playing and get your ass out here!” Namjoon swallowed his heart rate picking up, the steady thrum of blood was so inviting. Jungkook could almost taste it. While his scent was slightly bitter nothing covered the sweet smell of blood, it was making him dizzy. His best friend—or used to be best friend grimaced and left the cave leaving Jungkook alone again. He let go of the rock dropping onto his hands and knees in a crouch.

There was no doubt in his mind, they were hunting him and they’d be back.

Jungkook hid in the cave afraid of stepping out and being caught. He knew what he was capable of but just because he could didn’t mean he wanted to. This meant he was no longer scavenging for small bunnies and animals alike; he was starving himself once again. His body lay frail and sweaty. He was burning up. He’d removed his clothing to ease the heat but it only got worse, he could feel every gust of wind prick his skin as if they were little daggers. He was in so much pain. He heard it again, the sound of footsteps, fast and determined, headed straight towards the cave. It was just one set this time, the steps abruptly halted, a large thud sounding followed by a bone chilling yell for help.

Namjoon.

Jungkook’s hunger was long forgotten as he pushed off the cave floor into the forest, the sun was blinding and irritated his weak skin, but Namjoon’s heart was pumping hard inside his chest, he was afraid. Jungkook heard a snarl and looked up to see a figure holding Namjoon by the nape on a tall tree branch. He could barely see the man's face, only his dark hair, but he saw the shiny canines he barred at Namjoon's neck.

“No!” Jungkook shrieked. He was goddamn emotional. He couldn’t stop the tears forming in his eyes as the male stood high above him, he was too weak to do anything.

“Who is this?” The male asked, waving around Namjoon's body as if he weighed nothing.

“M-my name—“ the male growled behind him, digging his nails into his skin as a warning. The smell of blood drew Jungkook in his eyes, clouding with darkness. He was losing himself again. He covered his nose with his hand backing away from the tree.

“I’m asking him.” He pointed down at Jungkook the exact same elongated black nails that adored Jungkook’s hand were on the mans as well. He was like Jungkook, a cursed demon, but the sunlight wasn’t bothering him. Jungkook would laugh if the situation were any different. Namjoon stood at around six feet tall and the man behind him although buff had a much shorter stature than him and yet he easily held Namjoon by the neck.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook cleared his throat, his voice weak. He hadn’t spoken in so long. “My best friend.” The man looked between Jungkook and Namjoon wearily, his sharp eyes narrowing. Jungkook looked utterly terrified of him, how cute. Restraining a coo he jumped gracefully landing on his feet as he let Namjoon go. As soon as he hit the ground Namjoon’s legs buckled, paralyzed with fear, a muffled sob burrowing into the leaves as he cried into the ground, he thought he was going to die.

Jungkook stared at the back of his neck, blood was seeping from the small crescent incisions. He walked forward, dropping his hand causing even more of the sugary scent to erode his senses. Namjoon’s body trembled as he cried, causing the blood to dip below his collar bone beneath his cloak. Jungkook almost pounced on him, a firm push back causing him to stumble effectively snapping him out of his trance. “You wouldn’t want to kill your best friend, right?” The man whispered as to not scare the panicked man below them. Jungkook returned his hand to his nose, stepping away. “Namjoon, I am so sorry for my impoliteness, I was afraid you were hunting Jungkook.” Namjoon sniffled, turning onto his back, the sweet scent of blood less potent.

“You two know each other?” He mumbled wiping his cheeks with his cloak.

Yoongi hummed, disagreeing. “No, but I will kill anyone that hunts my kind.” He smiled, his sharp teeth poking through his lips. “I’m Yoongi.” He held out his hand, but Namjoon didn’t take it. He eyed his outstretched hand wearily. “Any friend of my kind is a friend of mine.'' Namjoon took his hand standing up, his eyes darting between the two.

“How do you know his name then?” Namjoon asked. He was always the smarter of the two wanting to gather every bit of information he could muster in a subject and usually that was pertinent to school, but as of late he’d researched all the books he could for vampire occurrences in their small town and not once had he heard of a Yoongi.

“He’s been the talk of the town,” Yoongi shrugged, leaning into a tree shade as he crossed his arms as a low chuckle escapes him, “everyone's keeping an eye out for the black eyed demon, Jungkook.” He scoffed, he still couldn’t fathom the fact that Jungkook outshined him so quickly.

Back in the 1600’s he’d killed the entire town after the murder of his sister, a vampire like himself. He left two women alive, one he had been fond of (read: in love with) before his rampage and the other a God fearing woman. The two women were chosen intentionally. They were both pregnant. Yoongi's “friend” was pregnant with his child even though she didn’t know it. He frequently sat outside her window listening to the sound of her heartbeat and eventually a few nights after they slept together he heard two heartbeats. It wasn’t the other woman he left in town, he placed her on the opposite far end of town away from her, them. The sound was too small, too faint to be anything but a growing child.

His child.

Yoongi’s choice of keeping them alive didn’t come without a deal. He told them he’d keep them alive if they instilled fear into the news townspeople about the monsters lurking in the shadows. They shouldn’t be messed with. Vampires. And they both did. Yoongi’s friend even gave Yoongi a beautiful baby girl—who was then killed by a migrating town when they realized the baby could cry without a heartbeat. The woman who bore him the child, the woman whom he loved, took her own life. She was distraught after the death of her baby. Yoongi spiraled, acting out another rampage. That one had lasted two decades, at the end of his wrath on the town he made sure to plant vampire babies everywhere, most of which were swiftly killed off. Although some remained it was very few and they never came back to that god forsaken town. Jungkook, Yoongi assumed, had been one of his offspring; no other vampires lurked in the forest but Yoongi. He never picked up on the bittersweet scent of death on anyone in town. Jungkook was his son.

But beyond taking his spotlight Jungkook was nothing but a scared little boy. Sure he was nineteen, but he was afraid of his power. He didn’t embrace it. Yoongi watched the other night as the men entered the cave. He would let Jungkook handle it, but at the hint of trouble, he’d swoop down and kill every man in sight, that was the plan but it never came to that. Jungkook had some sort of moral code that Yoongi couldn’t comprehend and to his surprise everyone walked out of that cave alive.

He didn’t understand him.

“I’m not a demon.” Jungkook mumbled, his words muffled beneath his hand, but Yoongi heard him just fine. There it is again, the misunderstandings. Yoongi had seen Jungkook in town before, during his monthly hunts for blood. When he would snag a human being no one would notice disappearing, more often than not that was homeless people or the sick and elderly. Jungkook was strong before his transformation but this gift, this power multiplied that by a ton. Jungkook was not only stronger and faster, no cursed disease like the one that killed him could affect him ever again. And yet, he didn’t want it. He didn’t crave the God-like power that Yoongi had unknowingly given him.

“Well, you’re certainly not a human.” Yoongi remarked hearing a low snarl in turn. “What? Are you offended? You’re dead, Jungkook, just like me.” Jungkook turned away fully prepared to leave Yoongi behind, he didn’t need this. He didn’t need protection, he wanted to die, he wanted the curse bestowed upon him to be taken away, he didn’t want to be a demon or anything like the sarcastic asshole named Yoongi.

“Jungkook, wait.” Namjoon followed behind him tugging at his wrist just before he entered his hideout inside the cave. “I came here to talk to you about what’s been going on in town while you’ve been away.” Yoongi watches the two silently, scoffing as Namjoon unties his cloak spreading it out along the leaves. A little dirt won’t fucking kill you, Yoongi thinks as they sit down facing one another. “There’s been some..offerings for your life: food rations, animals, gold. The whole town is set on killing you.” Namjoon explains as Yoongi’s eyebrows raise.

“The whole town, aye? That includes you?” Yoongi questions, stalking forward.

Despite his earlier behavior Namjoon still fixes Yoongi with a harsh glare. “No.” Namjoon says, turning his ridiculously broad back to Yoongi.

“Nammo—“

“Namjoon.”

“Whatever, this isn’t anything new, we know—Jungkook knows he’s being hunted. Why’re you really here? You’re the son of that guy, right? Banku-“

“Bakun.”

“He was leading the hunters right to Jungkook. How do we know this isn’t a set up? Or you weren’t followed? Wouldn’t your father notice you’re missing?” Yoongi’s sharp eyes stay on Namjoon, but he still notices Jungkook recoil into himself, distancing himself from Namjoon. Even if unintentional Yoongi is glad to have planted a seed of doubt inside Jungkook when it comes to Namjoon. Humans have proved to Yoongi over the years that no matter the emotional weight of the relationship prior to a person transforming humans would always uphold the ideas of the church which is that people like Yoongi, like Jungkook needed to die.

For fucks sake Yoongi’s closest friend ratted him out to the village after he turned.

Although Namjoon’s scent hadn’t spiked with anything bitter which would clue Yoongi into Namjoon lying or having ill intentions, the problem is that Namjoon seems intelligent, he could’ve learned how to mask his scent if he looked for the right information.

“No he wouldn’t.” Namjoon replies, turning all his attention back to Jungkook. “Kook, there’s something you need to know…” Namjoon says carefully, pausing as he contemplates how he should word this. Namjoon has no clue how he’d fare in Jungkook’s position especially after the news he has for him, but he has to tell him it’s only right. “Yes my father is leading the hunts physically but behind the scenes…” Namjoon inhales a shaky breath. “Dae-young,” he looks away from Jungkook as he sees him perk up at the familiar name. “He’s the one offering the most for your death. Gold, his land, his animals, all of it.” Yoongi stares his eyebrows raised in confusion as the solemn atmosphere settles around them. Jungkook’s eyes turn glassy and Namjoon looks borderline uncomfortable.

“Anybody wanna clue me into who the hell Dae-young is?” Yoongi asks, rocking on the balls of his feet.

Namjoon looks up, opening his mouth to fill him in, but Jungkook is faster with tears in his eyes he says:

“Dae-young is my father.”

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dark angel navi | 0 | 1 | 2 | 3

pairing jungkook x fem reader

genre vampire au, supernatural, unrealistic historical fic, romance

warnings smut, suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, sexual assault (not between mc and jk), brief depictions of rape (again, not between mc and jk), murder, LOTS of blood

v/n im so excited about this fic because i have so many ideas! if you guys like this please leave a note/heart and tell me what you think in the comments, i know is a short one, but longer chapters are in the works. thank you for reading!

No one looked at Jungkook quite like you had after that night. The universe revolved around him in your eyes. He was your reason to live and he adored you just the same. Others, the people he was running away from when he stumbled upon you called him a monster, but you, you were only worried about the large bloodied wounds coating his body and his tattered dirty clothing. He didn’t mean to be discovered, but the only cover he found was in the village not far from the forest they had chased him through. He got lost in the endless greenery and he had to hide fast. Fire roared with life behind him, they were hunters looking for the walking corpse… and this, any of this wasn’t supposed to happen.

He died, but he didn’t stay dead.

At his funeral the whole town attended. He was the sweet boy who picked berries for the elderly people of his town, the quiet boy who bowed his head and sifted bread for the homeless. Everyone saw Jungkook dead. He died of a grave infection in his left knee. Gangrene. It killed him over the course of a week. Everyone saw it coming. The seven days leading up to his fated death everyone grieved the boy and twice as hard watching him lay in the satin sheets surrounded by the town's best flowers.

He was dead.

But as the pastor read out his prayers and sobs wept amongst the growing crowd Jungkook’s body was coming back to life. Ungodly cracks were heard from his resting form, his chest rising and falling as life was breathed back into him. He opened his eyes seeing the night sky, the stars were so bright, so clear. He could hear everything: the crowd’s panic and confusion, the rushing of blood. But more prominent than his heightened senses he felt hungry. Incredibly hungry. The sound of blood pumping was loudest behind him, his thoughts were incessant.

He wanted blood.

He sat up and the crowd backed away, his pitch black eye’s terrified them. Even his father passed out at the sight of him, the exact opposite of what should have happened. After all his son was alive, isn’t that what he had been praying for?

The pastor behind him began shouting his praises to the lord thanking god for this miracle. That is until Jungkook stood up and in a millisecond ripped his jugular from his body with his teeth drinking from the soaring wound. His grip on the man's lifeless body tight, he almost moaned the copper taste was like nothing he had before, it was as if he’d been starved for years and finally offered a pebble of food, but it wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

His eyes drifted to the crowd in front of him, a sliver of crimson centering his pupils. Something dark within was screaming at him to rip into them, tear them to pieces; another part was terrified. That part wished his dead mom would hold him and console him, tell him everything was going to be okay.

The monstrous part was louder.

He lunged grabbing onto an elderly woman who he used to garden for. His canines pierced her throat as she screamed. She tasted even better than the pastor.

And then he grabbed another person.

And another.

The crowd ran dispersing into town. It wasn’t a fair fight, he was faster, stronger. In his head the small humane part of him yelled at him to stop, but by the end of the night his bloodlust hunger had piled bodies up all over town. Standing there with blood covering his carefully knitted white shirt and trousers entirely he stared at the bodies lining the dirt road. Limbs were scattered everywhere, a bloody trail leading to Jungkook's bare feet.

And then he cried falling to his knees. He wanted to understand what was happening to him. Why was he still so hungry? What demon was brewing inside of him? He caught sight of himself in a door and reached up for his eyes; he couldn't see the whites in them, instead a pitch black as deep as the sky stared back at him. His skin was a deadly pale color and though he panicked he couldn’t hear the rush of blood that usually calmed his thoughts or the hammering of his heart in his ribcage.

Jungkook had heard of this before.

The tales his father used to tell him about.

The damned devils of the night that church had warned his youth of.

Jungkook had become his worst fear.

A vampire.

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DARK ANGEL NAVIGATION

pairing jungkook x fem reader

genre vampire au, supernatural, unrealistic historical fic, romance

warnings smut, suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, sexual assault (not between mc and jk), brief depictions of rape (again, not between mc and jk), murder, LOTS of blood

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LOVE ME

genre angst, cheating

synopsis an affair with your husband's best friend leads to a messy confession on your wedding day. it all goes downhill from there.

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LOVE, LOST

genre angst, heartbreak, cheating

synopsis your relationship with jungkook had been fizzling out for a while. for the last year of your five year relationship, you two had all but floated around each other, but after you catch him cheating that's the final straw.

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DARK ANGEL

genre vampire au, supernatural, unrealistic historical fic, romance

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pairing jungkook x fem reader

genre angst, heartbreak, cheating

warnings jungkook is a bit of an ass, extreme love bombing, angsty, smut, y/n and jungkook are a mess, messy breakups, y/n's a bit of a violent bitch with a capital V, cheating, guns, black y/n head cannon, yoongi is here too, (lets talk about protective family man yoongi..dear lord)

read me hi! this is my first angsty type of writing that i'm publishing and the first thing im publishing on here ever… i wrote this in two days so not much revision was done and i did this kind of quickly so my bad, hope you enjoy anyways <3

The clock above your office door ticked slowly as if taunting you like the inanimate object was ticking away at the amount of time you could avoid going home to him. Jungkook, your boyfriend of five years. It wasn't that you didn't love him, no, you do. It's not that you wanted someone else either (and even if you did you and Jungkook weren't shy of threesomes) it was simply the way you felt in his presence at moments. Bored was the word that felt most suitable at times when you two weren't having sex.

Compared to any other relationship out there you're not going to feel butterflies and giddy when you come around that special person in your life all the time, but this wasn't just that non-giddy feeling or not feeling the butterflies this was you and Jungkook living around each other; occupying the same space, but being so far away.

To say the least your love is dying— if not dead already— and neither of you have the courage to put the nail in the coffin.

You watched the clock and as it hit 7:30 and you gathered your things, you tried to cheer yourself up as you left as you thought on the next upcoming days. In a few days you and Jungkook will have been together for six years. A long time, yes, but not a happy time. He hadn't proposed yet which is a frequent irrtatence to you seeing as those your other friends were engaged, married, even having fucking kids and they seem genuinely happy together. On top of that, they were together for a significantly less amount of time than you and Jungkook are now before they're significant others' popped the big question! Some of your friends picked up on your feelings towards your relationship pretty early on that you weren't satisfied and nor was Jungkook. Your perfect happy unmarried couple facade could only last for so long. The jokes they made didn't help. Jokes about how unhappy you seem, jokes about how Jungkook is probably cheating on you and that bitch Hana. She was your old roommate from college who still has a stick up her ass because you're the one Jungkook had been with from college up until now. It still brings discomfort to you when you think of what she said to you at your birthday party.

"Jungkook said he still has something planned for late tonight…" You told your group of girlfriends as you'd all settled around the coffee table in the middle of your apartment.

"How exciting!" Nayeon squeaked seemingly more thrilled than you'd been the entire night. "He's so thoughtful."

"Yeah I know.." You look over at him, he's standing with a few of your mutual friends next to that touchy bitch, Jiyeon. He's barely spoken to you unless the two of you are in front of friends playing up the happy couple act. "Another night of missionary…" you mumble to yourself but the array of laughter from your friends let's you know they heard you clearly.

Hana laughed the hardest at the snarky comment the beer she had held up to her red lips dripping through the edges of her mouth as she slurred into your ear, "if you don't want him I'll take him he seems pretty big." She only laughed more at the presumed look of disgust on your face saying she was joking after you pushed her onto the couch and walked off.

She was right he is big though and that was what was saving you guys, your sex.

No one could really give it to you as good as he does. Your threesomes proved as such.

Guys would be fucking you and Jungkook wouldn't even be touching you just watching while he jerked himself off staring at you making you feel hot and sexy all for him and you'd fall apart. The guys could never really get you there on their own. You needed him, you'd become accustomed to just him in bed. The attraction paired with how good he and you are in bed kept you two together.

To put it simply; sex spiced up the boring.

Which is why you had an idea, maybe you guys needed something more, not marriage no Jungkook said he'd propose when he was ready, you needed something sexually anew. You'd had orgies, threesomes, used handcuffs, chains, ropes, choking, done all the vanilla shit, nothing hasn't been tried, but maybe you need something more daring sex is also becoming a part of you boring routine despite how good it is, you need a little more fire.

You'd gotten home to the TV blaring from the front room the smell of something delicious hitting your nostrils as you set your bag down and took your shoes off. You hang your coat on the rack just as Jungkook comes into view.

"How was work?"

"Good, what're you cooking?"

"I just finished actually, it's rice and some lamb skewers your plates on the counter." You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek in thanks before walking past him to finally eat, you're starving to be honest.

"I had an idea," you say as you pop some rice in your mouth. His cooking never fails to amaze you, now is no different.

He joins you by the counter, his hand rubbing your thigh, his phone in the other, "I'm listening."

"I want to go out to eat—somewhere nice and pristine and… expensive." Jungkook looks over at you denial heavy on his tongue, with both of your payrolls, anything expensive, not just restaurants, is not a norm, they are a very rare luxury.

"Y/N-" you cup his cheek, the soft gesture which you hadn't done in months stuns him into silence.

"Just this once, okay? It'll be a nice night for us and I'll pay." You smile softly kissing his lips which taste of lamb skewers.

"Fine, but I'm paying and making the reservations." Maybe the butterflies were still there because his gentleness never failed to make your heart flutter.

You'd both gone to Choi's Restaurant, one of the most high end restaurants in Seoul and the most expensive. How Jungkook managed to get a reservation still stuns you, but you take it for what it is. You marvel at the plain, but luxurious looking room as you're guided to a more secluded space by a waiter. A gold grand piano is placed in the middle of the tables where a man in a tuxedo played soft melodies as people ate, giving the place a cozier feel as does the white, brown, and gold hues do. The glimmering chandelier above almost made you stop in your tracks, how the hell did Jungkook pay for this?

Once seated near the back, away from most of the people who no doubt frequented the restaurant, you two ordered and talked over the amazing interior of the place and how expensive it looked which led to Jungkook commenting on how well you fit here. His eyes shone sadly. He's thinking about all those years ago.

When you and Jungkook first started dating you'd told him you got a job in the US and told him you'd wanted to move to pursue it. The job in question offered a lot more money than where you were working at the time, plus at the time you'd finally be able to get away from the mumbled remarks of those at your job about your darker skin color and people touching your hair unprovoked. And even though he didn't openly say it, it was evident to you that he was making you choose and that if you left your relationship would end.

You chose Jungkook and stayed in South Korea.

The only reason he didn't want to go to the US wasn't because of his English—which he knew fluently—but because in his words he 'was going to become a promising idol.' For months you'd sat and waited for him to debut, giving up your dreams so he could pursue his own only for his group to make a one hit wonder and be forgotten about years later.

"Hey," you grab his hand across the table meeting his eyes, "it's okay, and you look amazing too." He smiles caressing the back of your hand, he lifts it kissing your palm softly.

Now it's time. "Really sexy.. if I were bold enough I'd probably suck you off under the table." The wine he was sipping gets caught in his throat as he coughs. You giggle watching him splutter before you.

"W-what?"

"What? You don't want me to give you head here? In front of all these fancy people?" Your eyes leave his to scan the people eating away unaware that you were mere seconds from dropping to your knees and making it difficult for Jungkook to contain himself.

"Baby- fu- don't do that…'' his voice strained when you lifted your leg underneath the table pressing your heel to his crotch. You pull back when he tells you to, but you feel him grab your ankle almost yanking you forward when he forces you to press against his growing bulge firmer. "fuck," he shifts moving forward so his forearm presses against the table making it easier for you to move your foot agasint him.

"Aw, bun, you getting horny?" His eyes met yours. He seemed like he was losing it, the lust and panic in his eyes evident as the door to the restaurant opened and a group of people walked in reminding him and you that you two are in public that only further bestowed you.

You moved your foot down pressing the heel to his balls he yelped, digging his nails into the flesh of your ankle, hard. You chuckled, rubbing the area gently with the padding of your shoe.

This is so filthy you're turning him on with your shoe. It should make you feel disgusted, but it doesn't plus you'd rarely ever see Jungkook be this submissive and needy. It did something to you. The waiter came to your table and Jungkook composed himself fairly quickly although you feel the way he subtly pushes into your foot guiding you up and down his clothed length by his grip on your ankle, tightening his hold on your hand above the table.

When the food arrives you're still teasing him beneath the table and as soon as the waiter is out of sight you slide beneath the table under the cloth that hides you. You, with the help of Jungkook, undo his belt buckle, unzipping his dress pants slowly. He truly did look good tonight. It's a shame that you marked his pants with your heels but you'd make it up to him, right now. His boxers strain against his cock. You can feel him twitching in your hands when you grip him. The quiet curse slipping from his lips makes you grin satisfied that he's enjoying himself.

When you take him out of his underwear the angry red tip glares back at you shiny with pre. You waste no time sucking his tip into your mouth, almost crying out when he thrusted forward filling your mouth and the beginning of your throat without warning. You repress the urge to pull away, bobbing your head slowly just the way he likes it trying not to cough at the unexpected movement.

His coat covers the light that's coming through the tablecloth, his hands finding your newly redone box braids shortly there after. He barely moved his hips as to not draw attention to himself, but you do feel his restraint by the grip he has on your hair. It burns so well.

The thought of someone catching you two in this obscene action makes you throb in the sheer underwear your wearing. You pull off him, his spit slicked length hitting your lips as he tries to push you back on him, you grab his wrist making him stop, "I'm going to hump your leg," you rasp, "is that okay?"

"Yes, fuck, yes please do, use me." He says in a breathless whisper, you smile lifting the ends of your clad green dress to your hips. Rubbing your throbbing clit you tease yourself a bit as you sit on his dress shoe, he moves his leg forward his calf pressing against your cunt you almost moan as he moves his leg against you. The friction is too good and you can't stop grinding into the delicious relief but it's about him too, you remind yourself.

You lean against him sucking his balls into your mouth as you glide your hand up and down his veiny girth quickly; anyone would hear the squelching if they came close enough but you're too far gone to care. You take him into your mouth again, paying extra attention to his tip as small beads of cum begin to squirt out.

"Wa-wait, Y/N–baby, I'm going to c-cum.." he tries to push you away by your braids but you take him down your throat the groan that leaves his mouth soon thereafter lets you know he's coming soon…

And he does right down your throat. Like the good girlfriend you are, you swallow licking his slit, milking him. You hear the mumbled curses and your name and press against his calf harder. You lean back staring at his twitching length as you bring yourself over the edge as well with your fingers. You moan a little too loudly, but Jungkook is too caught up in his post orgasmic euphoria to say anything so you assume it's fine. You crawl back to your side of the table quickly wiping the corners of your mouth suckling the little remants of cum from your nail before reaching for the white tablecloth about to come back up before you hear footsteps and stay put.

"Hello," you hear a man greet Jungkook.

"Hi-"

"I'm the main chef here, Yeonjun," you see Jungkook lean forward and assume they are shaking hands. He's shaking hands with the owner of the restaurant you just gave your boyfriend oral in with his dick now being hidden by his coat and the tablecloth. What the fuck. "How do you like the food?"

"I-it's goo-"

"Really? I mean considering the fact that you've barely touched it and have instead chosen to let your girlfriend give you head here instead of eating it seems to me that you're lying." Fuck. Jungkook says nothing for a while.

"I'm sorry?" Jungkook squeaks in attempts to feign confusion.

"I would hope you are. Not only is this a health violation, it's also illegal public indecency. I am asking you kindly to leave my restaurant as soon as possible."

"Are we banned?" You say meekly from below the table.

"No. I didn't say I didn't enjoy the little act of voyeurism." You hear the playful tone of voice before the sound of descending footsteps resounds.

On the way back home Jungkook tells you the man, Yeonjun, had winked at him after saying he had said he enjoyed it and you joke about offering the man to join you two in a threesome for the most part Jungkook seems to like that idea.

Later in that night you and Jungkook went at it again and again, this was probably the most passionate sex you've had in ages.

After you've worn each other out, you lay there in bed on your phone in hand you wonder about what the owner said about enjoying it. You search the restaurant online to see if you can find where the cameras are placed in the restaurant to get an idea of how much he saw, not expecting to come across an article about a couple who once had sex there.

They did the same way you did except they were two girls they were caught and the couple said that they believe there's cameras installed under the tables.

For some reason that turned you on knowing someone could've possibly been watching you.

Jungkook and you go at it again when you mention wanting to make a sex tape.

Things had been going well. Who knew a little voyeurism could really add to your relationship? You and Jungkook were better than happy.

Jungkook's group even had a comeback scheduled for next month which according to their company would really thrust them back into the spotlight. As weird as it was, giving head to Jungkook made the world a little brighter.

Or so you thought.

You'd picked up an extra shift at work taking up for Ryunjin who had to watch her two year old after her baby's father bailed at the last minute. You didn't mind plus the extra money meant you could maybe go to another luxurious restaurant with Jungkook or maybe you two could go back to Choi's.. the thought of fucking the attractive chef who you'd seen pictures of online while sucking Jungkook's cock had you clenching pathetically.

Your shift ended earlier than usual due to there being a fire that had started in the building next to yours. You wasted no time packing your belongings ready to go home to a cooked meal by your beloved boyfriend which had become routine since that night at Choi's.

You felt happy and ecstatic even as you stepped through the threshold of your apartment not to be greeted by your boyfriend which was typical before that night although it felt a little odd now. Usually he was scrambling to make dinner or just finishing it up, instead the tv greets you from the living room.

You take off your shoes and then your coat calling out your boyfriend's name against the obscenely loud noise from the living room TV. You get nothing in response and travel further into your home. There on the kitchen counter are two plates and two wine glasses one has lipstick remnants on it below that on the floor there's heels, next to that is a pair of black lace panties, next to that there's a shirt, Jungkook's LV shirt. It's like a trail and even though you know all too well what you're walking into as you follow the trail of clothing to your bedroom you don't hesitate nor falter in your steps however when you reach your bedroom door your hand hesitates on the knob.

What if… what if you just leave? What if the sounds of moans coming from the room are just Jungkook watching porn? But if that's the case, why did he purposely turn up the volume so loudly on the living room TV? Like he intended to drown out the sounds of sex? Jungkook knows damn well you wouldn't judge him for masturbating so that thought that you try to reason with yourself may be the reason for all the very evident red flags cancels out.

You open the door just a bit so a slither of light coming from the room spills out into the hall along with the now non-door-restricted moans from the girl on top of him, "Daddy!" Your cringe internally you know Jungkook didn't have a thing for being called daddy and you can't believe he was desperate enough to go for someone with a kink he doesn't fancy. You're not sad, not yet, because you're observing. You're not you right now, you're watching someone outside of yourself trying to piece together why Jungkook would cheat on you.

The girl on top of him is different from you in every form of the word. She's petite, fair skin, with long black hair that's being tugged down to her back by Jungkook so her neck is exposed to his rough kisses, his arms enclosed around her waist holding her up, as he pounds in and out of her whilst simultaneously slamming her back down and it seems as though the more she slams down onto his thighs, the more skin slapping on skin echoes like a taunting chant in your home, the more Jungkook groans, the more your eyes sting and your throat burns with it.

You can't watch anymore.

You push open the door with a slam. Jungkook's wide eyes fly to the door not expecting you home for a few hours. The girl doesn't look at you immediately, instead settles for trying to cover up her naked body as if that'll erase both of their indecency to you.

See the thing about this girl is you know her.

Jungkook knows her.

You both know her very well.

She's the girl that Jungkook told you to never worry about, Jana, Hana's annoying ass all too friendly twin sister.

She's the girl that gave you your first tattoo and the other thirteen you got after that.

She's also the girl that gave you the rest of your piercings and Jungkook's tattoos. You never hated Hana or Jana until Jungkook was getting a tattoo from her on his thigh. You were there as you were for all of his tattoos prior. The way she settled for sitting on her knees below him as she worked over the chair unsettled you the way she kept looking up at him through her lashes with a hint of a smirk as they talked, disgusted you.

But you always fucking settled.

So when Jungkook had suggested that you have a threesome over dinner for the first time ever in your relationship, you know he was pondering on the idea for longer than you were comfortable with.

Of course it was with her, you felt more upset rather than jealous as he told you a few days later who he wanted to have the threesome with he had hinted that he wanted it to be a girl, but you had prayed he wouldn't say her of all people.

Jungkook is attractive and girls flirting with him was never much of an issue to you because he always shut them down almost immediately and chances of them ever seeing eachother again were very slim. Plus they'd remember him mentioning you.

But with Jana you all saw each other very frequently because Jungkook loves his tattoos and piercings and now that you think about it it might not even be because he wants more tattoos he just wanted an excuse to see Jana without it worrying you.

But after that threesome—which you regretted partaking in so much more afterwards—they became more friendly.

You made up reasonable excuses in your head when you two would go to the parlor and she'd smile at him a bit wider than before, she'd touch him more than she necessarily needed, or when his eyes would linger too long on her ass before he'd look away trying to gauge your reaction through his peripheral to see if he'd been caught and each time you'd bite your tongue.

You'd thought yeah you'd probably be more touchy with someone too if you had slept with them, but not if said person was in a fucking relationship.

How could you have been so fucking stupid?

Jana doesn't say anything nor does Jungkook for a bit, they just stare at you waiting for you to do something, say something. You stared at the wall for a good minute before looking at the nightstand next to your bed, condoms packets peeking through. You should've picked up on that. You’re on birth control Jungkook had no reason to have those unless he was with someone else.

Then finally you looked at them, Jana looked scared, her eyes looking at you with riveting fear. Jungkook looked the same, but he seemed to be bolder than her; he stood picking up his boxers you looked over at him, hickies coated his chest, which is probably why he always insisted on sex in the dark, his dick was shiny with her arousal as he shuffled it in his boxers.

Then, you were pissed.

Red, hot anger washed over you at once Jungkook was still approaching you with slow cautious steps as Jana tried to cover herself with whatever she could find which happened to be his shirt which only pissed you off more. Jungkook was speaking, but you couldn't hear him. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loudly that anything he was saying was falling on deaf ears.

He was maybe five feet away from you when you held out your hand to keep him at a distance. Through a shaky voice you said to the both of them, "I'm not mad." The clear relief that washed over the two of them made you almost reach into your nightstand and grab the gun you and Jungkook keep. But that'd take too much work going back out into the living room, grabbing your purse to get the key to that specific drawer, loading the magazine and choosing who to shoot first, again too much work.

"You're not?" Jana mumbes quietly behind Jungkook's large frame. She really should've stayed quiet because whatever you are using to try and convince yourself that you were calm dissipated at the sound of her high pitched raspy voice one look at the hickies that lead down to his boxers let you know she probably sucked his dick.

"No, Jana, I can't be mad, I'm actually ecstatic."

"Why?" Jungkook asks this time, you look up at him, it hurts again; your chest, your heart, it hurts so much.

"When I get arrested for attemped murder I'll have a reasonable motive." You smile then so wide that your jaw hurts.

"Bab—" you shove Jungkook, looks like you're going for Jana first.

You grab whatever you think will do the most damage that you can hurl at Jana's perfect little head, it's the lamp on your shared nightstand. You throw it with so much force it indents into the wall when Jana dodges by about an inch the terminal scratches her eye quite nicely before you climb over the bed. You smash her head into the wall with a loud resounding slap her small petite frame falling to the ground as she cries out in pain. Climbing on top of her you grab a hand full of her hair you slamming her head back into the wooden floor of your bedroom. She thrashes below you screaming before trying and failing to pull your hands off her hair and you smile giving her what she wants settling for punching her square in that pretty mouth Jungkook must love oh so much. You land a good few hits to her face before she blacks out and stops screaming and Jungkook is pulling you off.

"Y/N, stop what the fuck!" You struggle in his hold, his broad frame still sweating with their previous activities.

"Get the fuck off me!" You use everything in you to separate yourself from Jungkook, "don't fucking touch me!" You practically run down the hallway to your living room Jungkook following closely behind.

"Where are you going?" He asks as you put on your shoes.

"Away from you."

"You can't leave—"

"I think the best for me to do is leave because if not I put this on everything I will actually fucking kill you." He's silent as you gather your things, your words hitting him hard. He realized just then how quickly your love for him turned to dust and is now replaced by hate and the ever growing urge to quite literally kill him.

You unlock the door ready to turn it before his hand closes the door beside your head, "Baby—"

"You know what's funny?" The sadness is back as your throat swells with the need to cry all over again, "I gave up everything for you—"

"I didn't ask you to do that-'' He reprimands, you spin around the tears falling on their own accord upon seeing his disheveled state.

"Don't fucking cut me off," you say sternly. "What's funny is I didn't even want to have that fucking threesome with you and that whore and you didn’t even notice how uncomfortable I was and you should have. But it's my fault I guess because I did it anyway because I didn't want to upset you because I'm always thinking of you, how does Jungkook feel? What would make Jungkook happy? And even now I haven't once laid a finger on you, and I really should, and you haven't even apologized yet, you haven't said two simple fucking words 'I'm sorry' or 'it didn't mean anything baby I love' you don't fucking care about me, us, or our relationship and neither do I, not anymore." You turn back around and open the door it slams closed with more force by Jungkook once again his hand balled into a fist holding the door shut.

"Y/N, you can't just leave," he strains, the pleading tone in his voice clear as he speaks, "not after everything we've been through," he's moving closer to you with more intention. Physical touch has always been a love language for you and Jungkook, but now you abhor it.

"What don't you get? You fucked up! We're done, let me go—"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry just please don't leave, I can't be on my own, I need you." He stressed through clenched teeth. It's something about the way he worded it, a thought comes to you then. Jungkook doesn't have a real stable job outside of his failing idol career and working at a minimum wage paying fast food joint which barely supplies rent, he needs you for money. Maybe that's why he couldn't leave you; he needed you to survive.

You turn around walking closer to him, there's so much rage stirring inside of you it's as if he can feel. Ironically enough he backs up as if he's afraid. Jungkook is broader than you, taller than you, looms over you, and yet he seems scared. You speak with your hands venom tainting every word as you spit, "You are the most self centered selfish person I've ever fucking met in my life, and I fucking hate you, if it wasn't clear enough we're done. I want you and your shit out of my apartment by the time I get off tomorrow."

"Y/N—"

"Do me a favor, shut the fuck up and get out of my life for good." You spin on your heels opening the door only to slam it as you exit. You take the stairs down the multiple floors of your complex knowing damn well that Jungkook would've gone to the elevator to try and convince you.

You're done for real this time.

You end up at Lia's house, your best friend for the longest and the one person who told you time and time again that Jungkook wasn't good for you after you told her about your missed job opportunity and your reason for staying in Korea. You never listened though you never do and look where that led you.

You'd managed to hold it together through the twenty minute drive to her house, but as her partner opens the door groggy and confused he yawns before he asks, "you good—" he barely finishes before you wrap your arms around him, he hesitates before he slowly raisies his arms hugging you back. Yoongi was never the best at giving hugs or any form of comfort towards others, but he tries as he pulls you inside cautiously locking the door as he holds you.

"No, she's not here, Jungkook. I told you a thousand times th—" Lia stops speaking to Jungkook on her house phone upon seeing you sobbing into Yoongi's chest in their kitchen. "Look, Yori woke up, I gotta go— No, goodbye, Jungkook!" She ends the call rather abruptly, quickly coming into the kitchen. She takes you into her arms. She doesn't know what happened yet, but she reassures you with ‘its okay’ and ‘let it all out’ as you cry harder. "What's wrong, baby?" You try to speak, but end up choking out your words.

"H-he cheated, L-ia, h-he ch-cheated on me with that slut oh my God," you fist at her shirt until your bruised knuckles turn white as sobs rack through you like waves.

"Who?" Yoongi asks you to feel Lia shake her head as if to signal to him it wasn't the time to ask.

"J-Jana! That fucking whore!" You can almost see Lia's eyes widen as you hug her tighter.

"As much as I want you to express yourself please do it quietly Yori is sleeping," Yoongi mumbles, referring to their two year old.

"Yoongi!" Lia scolds him.

"What? Baby, I just got her to bed." Yoongi defends.

You pull away from Lia, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burden you I just—"

"Don't say that you're not burdening us, sit on the couch I'll get you some water," Lia says to you, you walk to their living room where baby toys are scattered as Lia makes you a glass of water. You feel ashamed. Coming over to your bestfriends house in a distressed state unannounced is out of character for you, but then again Jungkook never cheated before (to your knowledge) so you never knew how you’d react.

Lia sits with you on the couch while Yoongi stands at the kitchen window awkwardly staring.

She passes you the glass as you mutter thank you. "Why're your hands bleeding, Y/nie?" She calls you your nickname which would normally make you smile, but you're too sad to notice you look down to your bruised hands.

"I beat her ass,'' Yoongi laughs, clapping in approval. Lia turns to him glaring.

"Sorry," He apologizes quickly, clearing his throat he steps into the kitchen doorway, "Imma go.. I'm just gonna go.." Yoongi excuses himself down the hall to their bedroom.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lia asks softly as if you're fragile.

"Honestly? There's not much to talk about, I'm just tired." Lia nods in understanding. You had been there for her when her college boyfriend cheated on her she said the same thing to you. It was exhausting, this is draining.

"Okay well I'll clean up your hands grab you some pj's and you can take a quick shower if you want to and then you can go to bed in the guest room that sound good?" You nod with a small hum.

You smile, "Thank you, Li."

"Any time." She smiles softly.

About thirty minutes later, you're situated in the guest bedroom. Lia and Yoongi wishing you a good night a little while ago and then settling into their own bedroom. You try not to think back to Jungkook and what happened which was rather difficult because Jungkook wouldn't stop texting and calling you which resulted in you blocking him. Your eyes finally flutter shut some ten minutes later.

You awake to loud pounding on the door. Startled, you step out into the hallway and you go to your friend's bedroom. Her baby is sobbing, also seemingly afraid by the loud noise.

"What's going on?" You ask over the loud sobs from Yori.

"We don't know." Yoongi says reaching into their closet he pulls out a gun.

"Baby, is that really necessary?" Lia says through a whisper.

Yoongi shrugs, "You never know." Yoongi leaves the two of you to find whoever is at their front door.

You're not as nervous as you were before comforted by the fact that you’re not alone, "you feel better?" Lia asks her tired eyes meeting yours.

"Not really." You admit your heart is still heavy with the fact that this is your reality and that this whole night wasn't some awful nightmare.

"When I'm not on baby duty we can go get drunk somewhere you and I both need it." You laugh lightly with a small nod as Yori begins to calm down.

"Yeah that sounds good."

"Jungkook, what the fuck man?" Your wide eyes glance up at Lia's upon hearing your ex's name.

"Y/N, don't." Lia tries to stop you from leaving the room, but with Yori in her arms there's only so much she can do.

You peek over the edge of the hallway wall to see Jungkook at the back door with Yoongi, Yoongi's gun now being placed on the kitchen counter.

"Is Y/N here?"

"No, man and even if she was that doesn't give you an excuse to come over here pounding on my front door like a mad man scaring my wife and kid at three in the fucking morning. The fuck is wrong with you?" Yoongi spits crossing his arms.

"I just—I know she's here, her car is in the driveway. Just let me speak to her." Jungkook says desperately trying to peer into the house over Yoongi's smaller frame Yoongi pushes him back slightly.

"Look, you gotta go, man to man this ain't the way, like ever, like you should really leave."

"Yoongi, please." Jungkook pleads ignoring Yoongi completely.

"Jungkook, I'm warning you, leave before I call the cops. You're being out of line and I ain't putting my hands on you cause you're in a tough spot right now and I understand that, but you gotta go."

"Yoongi, I love her, man, she means everything to me I can't let her go."

"You think this is going to help win her back? Seriously?" Jungkook sighs.

"I'm sorry, I… I'll go, can you just tell Y/N to call me back."

"Yeah, I got you." Yoongi closes the door, locking it after he grabs his gun putting the safety back on, he comes towards the hallway jumping after seeing you standing there. "yo, don't scare me like that."

"My bad." You apologize following him down the hallway back to their bedroom.

"Everything all good?" Lia asked, placing Yori back into her crib.

"Yeah, it was Kook, he's just being weird." Yoongi replied putting his gun back in its place.

"I'm really sorry about this." Lia opens her mouth to speak, but Yoongi beats her to it.

"It's fine, Y/N, get some sleep, you need it." You nod, spin around, leave their room and do just that.

Lia offered to go back with you to your apartment after she got off work, but you denied her offer saying she'd done enough for you last night so here you were driving to your apartment that was leased in your name therefore Jungkook can be kicked out by the police if he's still there when you arrive.

You hesitate to unlock your front door when you reach it. Shaking off your nerves you begin typing in the code. Jungkook should be at work right now. That idea is then erased when the door swings open a distressed Jungkook appearing.

"Y/N," is all he says before he pulls you into his chest. You absolutely abhor how comfortable he is his strong arms securing you in his hold, the warmth he emits, you can even smell the faint cologne he wears lingering on his skin. It screams home and safety right before it hits you the events of last night flooding back into your mind. You push him off walking further into your apartment. You go into your bedroom to see that Jungkook's clothes are still meshed in with yours in your closet as are his belongings that are usually kept around your shared living space.

"Why is your stuff still here?" You ask without turning around knowing he's right behind you.

"We need to talk." You close your eyes inhaling deeply.

"What is there to talk about?" Jungkook laughs in uncertainty.

"There's a lot to talk about, baby, I love you you can't just give up on us—"

You face him repeatedly pushing your finger into his chest as you snarl, "you gave up on us the second you had sex with her, you ruined this—" he grabs your wrist.

"I didn't ruin shit, Y/N!" He screams at you, his face contorting with rage? Like he has a right to be upset with you. "We all had sex what is the issue?"

"Jungkook, you gotta be fucking joking," you laugh bitterly nodding to yourself. "Okay so you're saying it's not cheating because we all had a threesome, yes?" He hesitates before he nods settling on that argument, "me, you, and Hoseok had a threesome, if I fucked him without you there would you be okay with that?" It's quick the way his face morphs in unbridled anger before he stills his features. "my point exactly."

His mouth opens closing it again as he looks away from you his thumb mindlessly rubbing over the skin of your wrist raising goosebumps, "Have you.. had sex with Hoseok without me?" He mumbles quietly.

"Yes," his eyebrows draw together, it's comical the way his jaw drops, "in college when me and you weren't together, he even asked me out, but I turned him down because I met you. I knew I should've chosen him over you." You say honestly loving the way pain flashes in his brown eyes.

"Y/N, I screwed up okay? I admit that, but this was a one time thing I swear—"

"Bullshit! You think I'm dumb, Jungkook? There's no way this was a one time thing why the fuck do you keep condoms if I'm on birth control? Why the hell do you get so many fucking tattoos and insist that I shouldn't tag along?" He shakes his head pulling you into him more his grip on your wrist tight.

"Please don't, Y/N, I need you, I love you so fucking much-" you push him away but he only holds you firmly against his chest in a half hug with your arm trapped between your chests.

"Jungkook.." you say tiredly the fight leaving your body as you slump against his chest, "get off me, please." You say softly.

"Y/N, I don't want you to leave."

"Why? What do we offer each other? You literally cheated on me, she obviously gave you something I d-didn't-" you inhale trying to wash away the urge to cry. What did she offer that you didn’t? Was it her body? Sure you were a little curvy, but so were all Jungkook’s exes you didn’t peg him for being into thinner women and certainly not Jana. She was younger, but that was only by a few years. What the hell could she give him that you didn’t? It couldn’t have been money either since barely anyone goes to her and Hana’s shared tattoo parlor.

"Baby, no, you are perfect the way you are I love everything about you." He stresses kissing the top of your head.

Tears burn your eyes as you blink at him a laugh of pain forcing its way through your throat, "says the cheater." You keep laughing hysterically until it turns to sobs and you're falling to your knees with Jungkook trying to hold you up, cradling you in his big arms, shushing you.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says his voice breaking, "I'm so fucking sorry."

v/n hey! so if you couldn't tell i had no clue how to end this but they are broken up im thinking of doing a flashback splurge for the threesome between oc, jungkook, and jana to show how obviously oc didn't want to do it and might even include a little bit of the thigh tattoo scene but that's just an ideaaaaa

#jungkooksmut #jungkookff #jungkook angst #jungkookfanfaction #vivwrites #btssmut #btsmut #ff

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