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hell is empty - jjk, kth
10. PREY / THE DINNER
❝what about us?❞
❝us?❞
❝me and you? us?❞
❝there is no us, you’ve made that perfectly clear tonight.❞
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life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.
pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader
genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au
warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, mentions of violence & blood, mentions of infertility, puke warning, bickering, teasing, junho’s paintings *sigh*, alcohol consumption, lots of feelings :(, it’s an angsty one, special guest appearance 🫣, tae’s pov !!, their fits @ the auction/dinner, couple fights, domesticityyy, explicit smut ++ (i’m not giving away much now heh)
note: part 10 🫣 the main main part & another special chapter !! a lot of stuff comes to light…i hope you guys enjoy it <3
play — prey by the neighbourhood
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hell is empty - JJK, KTH
07. THE BEACH
“I said I’m sorry.”
series masterlist
life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.
pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader
genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au
warnings/tags — road trip/vacation, single parent!reader, ex-bf!jk, ceo!taehyung, dad!jk, pharmacy tech!reader, strong language, tae’s beard 😩, deceit & guilt, possessive-petty jk, choking (not the fun kind), some soft feels, cute junho just wants his parents together :(, roller skating, mentions of stalking, mentions of drowning, dad-son interactions, just guys being dudes, sexting, masturbation (f & m), explicit smut +++
a/n — this is a ~special edition~ episode of hie 😌 & my favorite perhaps 🫣
play — the beach by the neighbourhood
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#not me forgetting to post this#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#jungkook smut#taehyung smut#taehyung x you#jungkook x you#bts smut#bts fanfiction#jeon jungkook fanfic#kim taehyung fanfic#jungkook#taehyung#fic: hie#update: hie#yus’ moodboards
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hie: drabble masterlist
drabble requests in no particular order !! [requests are closed]
⤷ hell is empty masterlist
❛jungkook & sora’s argument concerning junho❜
❛the first time jungkook, oc & yoongi met❜
❛the first time yoongi & yuri met❜
❛jungkook contacting yoongi after what felt like ages❜
❛oc’s water breaks❜
❛junho says his first word❜
❛junho’s mamma & dad through his eyes❜
❛oc & hobi 🍃❜
❛yuri & oc getting closer❜
❛oc & yoongi during her pregnancy ❜
❛more of junho, oc & hoseok❜
❛the first time junho ever spoke to his dad❜
❛the infamous warehouse scene❜
❛more jungkook & sora❜
❛jungkook’s reaction to oc being cat-called❜
꒰ tag: #hie: drabble/asks ꒱
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DRABBLE REQUEST 😍
junho pov? idk if you have done that but im not even sure what scene i want but it would be cute to see a pov from our lil boy 🥺🥺🥺 preferably maybe some more insight on how he sees his parents and the people around him? thank you yusssieeee ❤️
❛junho’s mamma & dad through his eyes❜
genre/rating — PG | fluff
warnings/tags — none except vv soft smiley 🥺
⤷ drabble for hell is empty
crunchy crunchy plastic
junho stomps his little feet.
“okay smiley, if you need some more just let me know,” yoongi tells junho as he tucks the last corner of plastic under the big canvas so the paint won’t spill on the floor, “what are you painting?”
junho doesn’t want to tell hyung. it’s a surprise for mamma and dad and he will tell them and ruin the surprise.
“something…” junho mumbles with a quirk of his lip, gaze drifting to the side so yoongi won’t ask him again.
yoongi leans over to pinch his cheek, which has junho giggling. squirming away from him because sometimes yoongi hyung pinches too hard.
“alright,” yoongi chuckles, small eyes going smaller with his smile. “must i close the door?”
junho nods, spreading his fingers out and pressing them together as he waits for yoongi to leave. once the door shuts, he smooths his hands down the front of his navy blue apron and then picks up a brush.
“mamma and dad are gonna love it!” he says to himself, dipping his brush in light blue. then tapping the corners of the canvas.
he’s happy that yoongi hyung gave him a stool too, so he can reach all the corners.
his tongue pokes out as he dips his brush in water, dries it out on his apron then swirls into the black acrylic paint.
with a deep sigh, he draws a long, black line down one side. then going over to make the line more curved.
he pauses, hand hovering near the line.
with a soft click of his tongue. he hops off the stool and reaches for his ipad. clicking away to find the picture he wants to paint.
“i can do it,” he mutters to himself, “just black, white, blue and orange. and some brown.”
he tilts the ipad from side to side, leaving it on the small brown table next to him as he gets back to his painting.
“i’ll start with dad.”
junho’s feet begin to hurt by the time he’s done painting what is supposed to be his dad and himself. even though he was much easier to draw.
with a huff, he flops down on his bum and sips at the juice noona left for him before she went to work.
the next time i’m gonna make a painting for yoongi hyung and noona, he thinks, smacking his lips together, maybe that will make noona happy again. she will like it.
junho startles when he hears the door creak open, stumbling to shove the canvas to the side.
“heyyy smiley,” dad calls, earning a muffled groan from junho who’s trying his best to hide his surprise but the canvas is SO heavy. “what’re you doing?”
“errr nothing,” he lies, chewing on the corner of his mouth. then his eyes widen, seeing mamma side step around dad.
oh no. this will ruin the surprise!
junho giggles when he sees you hit jungkook’s arm as you enter. his dad scowls at you.
“what are you painting, baby?”
junho looks away from you, he can never hide anything from you. mamma ALWAYS knows when he’s lying.
“it’s…it’s…”
junho panics when he sees his dad approach the two of them, big hands coming out to grab the canvas but junho pulls away, shouting.
“don’t! don’t!” he pants, seeing the angry stare jungkook gives you.
his mamma looks angry too, frowning at him as you crouch near him and he feels like he can’t breathe. he doesn’t want you to know yet!
“why don’t you wanna show us your painting junho?”
you called him junho…oh no, mamma is angry.
he better tell you now. he hates when you’re angry with him.
even dad.
but dad is not angry for too long.
“it’s a surprise,” he says finally, pudgy hands gripping at the sides of the canvas as he looks at the floor.
“really?” jungkook grins, messing up junho’s hair with his hand, “okay then, let’s leave him to work on his surprise.”
junho’s cheeks puff up when he sees dad begin to massage mamma’s shoulders and push her out of the room, but you shove him off.
he knows mamma likes when dad does that. you just don’t say it because you’re shy for dad.
“jungkook, it’s dinner time now. he can get back to this tomorrow. okay smiley?”
junho feels his stomach rumble at the mention of yummy food.
“okay,” he smiles, setting his canvas behind the door and pulling off his apron.
he grabs both his mamma’s and dad’s hands, swinging them as you walk down the stairs.
what if…
he looks up at jungkook, beaming, “dad can you…?”
both junho and jungkook look at you for your approval.
you roll your eyes, then sigh, “fine.”
“yayyyy.”
jungkook yells, “one— two— three—“
on the number three, you and jungkook lift him off the ground by each hand and swing him back and forth.
he’s giggling and his tummy hurts some more. because he’s laughing so much.
mamma is laughing so much. dad is laughing too.
he looks at them cheekily, seeing how mamma touches her cheek softly when dad makes her hair neat.
he knows mamma is shy. and dad likes making her shy.
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the first drabble/ask game for hell is empty !!
↳ posting time: this weekend (9-11 July)
⤷ asks (talk to my characters) — talk to any of the characters from hie !! [chat/ask whatever you want]
⤷ drabbles (request a drabble) — request a drabble/scenario you would like to read in the hieverse !! it can be anything you’d like to see in the past/present :D 【 some examples for drabbles 】 - yuri + oc scenes, hoseok + oc in the past, oc + jk when they first met, baby junho scenes, rebel tae scenes, more tae + oc, yoongi + oc during her pregnancy, etc. [anything you’d like to see ;)]
⤷ drabble masterlist
【 rules 】
↳ all 18+ drabble requests should be answered off anon, if you don’t want me to post the request with your @ (username) send your 18+ request in with a 🔒 or just let me know in your request !
↳ you can send in your drabble requests early so i have time to plan them !!
↳ for the talk to my characters tag, do not ask questions that would be a spoiler (eg. oc do you still love jungkook?, etc) — those will be deleted.
↳ you can send in as many as you want !!
↳ let’s keep it fun :D
【 tags 】
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drabble request—
junho says his first word !!
❛junho says his first word❜
genre/rating: PG | fluff
warnings/tags: none except a vv cute baby + annoyed oc and sweet yoongi
⤷ drabble for hell is empty
“mamma! say ma-mma!”
“leave the child alone,” yoongi chuckles, scooping the mush of sweet potatoes into a plastic bowl, “you’ve been on his back all day.”
“but,” you sigh, flopping against the couch as you set junho down on the floor next to you, watching him crawl away toward the kitchen, “the child development book said he should be taking by now.”
yoongi rolls his eyes, scooping junho up from the floor with his free hand as he enters the lounge with the bowl of baby food in the other.
“every baby is different.”
you grab the powder blue bib from the coffee table, clipping it on as yoongi sits cross-legged next to you, junho placed between his legs.
“yeah but…i don’t know.”
yoongi spoons the mush into junho’s mouth. grinning as junho smacks his chubby palms on the carpet then together as a thank you.
“just admit that you’re being a pain. he’ll do things in his own time!”
junho crawls up yoongi’s legs, nearly knocking the bowl from his hands. then laughing after, babbling and drooling.
“isn’t that right smiley?”
junho agrees with more babbling, poking his finger into the pale orange mush when yoongi takes too long with his next mouthful.
you pinch junho’s cheek, “smiley. say ma-m-ma!”
“hngggggh.”
yoongi laughs, shoving the spoon into junho’s mouth.
“it’s not funny! what if his first word is dada or something?!”
yoongi’s eyebrow jumps, smile fading.
“that would be a problem.”
you smack yoongi’s arm, petting junho’s head when he does the same with a wet, clenched fist.
reaching for his face towel, you wipe away the remains from junho’s chin, mumbling to yourself.
when yoongi goes in to give junho his next bite, a tiny knee hits his arm, causing the mush to slip out of the spoon — missing the bib and its entire purpose — to land on his very white, very new romper.
“YOONGI!”
yoongi splutters, gesturing to junho defeatedly, “it wasn’t me! it was him!
“boooongiii.”
your jaw drops, turning your head to look at yoongi to ensure that you both heard the same thing.
yoongi sets down the bowl, tickling junho’s sides as he brings him up to sit on his lap.
“what was that?! what did you say?!”
you wiggle junho’s fist around, pulling the finger he had snagged between his gums from his mouth.
“what was that?! yoong…yoong…”
“boongi!” he giggles, clapping along as you and yoongi laugh and cheer.
“he finally said it!”
“i can’t believe his first word is boongi,” you titter, cheeks aching with how hard you’re grinning.
yoongi buries his head in junho’s neck, his voice a high-pitched shriek. something you’ve never heard before.
“me too! it almost sounds like he’s teasing you,” yoongi yells excitedly, pulling junho up to his feet to have him do a little dance.
you pinch junho’s tummy, heart bursting as he sends you one of his bunny smiles, round eyes going bigger.
“boongi boongi.”
“yes yes,” yoongi winks, picking the bowl up once again, “boongi. that’s me.”
you slide to your tummy, tip of your nose poking at junho’s cheek.
“ok
…but say ma-mma!”
“boongi!”
“ugh.”
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part 10 is queued for later !! but pls remember that this is not the last part !! there’s 12 parts in total !
also, don’t come in my inbox like “who’s seojoon?” “who’s yang?” “who’s sora again?” 🥴 i get those asks every time i post a new part. and i don’t answer them. for obvious reasons.
anyway, i hope you guys enjoy it ♡ & ty to everyone who’s still here 🥺
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hey for drabble week can i request the talk between sora and jungkook when he decided to return home and become a better parent to junho🫠? please i feel like there was a lot of animosity
kay so this is written from a third persons pov. not jk’s or sora’s.
❛jungkook & sora’s argument concerning junho❜
genre/rating: PG | angst
warnings/tags: arguments + bickering, talks about money, sora is stingy + selfish, toxic relationship, violence
⤷ drabble for hell is empty
“who were you talking to just now?”
jungkook takes the seat next to sora, counting down the stacks of cash till he reaches the one he was busy with before he left the room.
“mingyu,” he says under his breath, grabbing an elastic band from the jar to strap around the wad of cash.
she scoffs, “you talk to mingyu like that? ‘yes i will come see you soon don’t worry’” she mimics his high-pitched voice, shaking her head vehemently.
“i know you’ve been talking to your son jungkook.”
his jaw ticks, fingers stalling before he resumes counting, not meeting her gaze.
“you’re such a fucking hypocrite.”
that’s when jungkook loses it, chair falling behind him as he stands up abruptly, looming over her seated figure.
“say that again.”
“i said,” she begins, rising from her seat to stand toe to toe with jungkook, “you’re such. a fucking. hypocrite.”
his tongue darts out, face turning red which is a sign of his anger boiling over. fists clenching and unclenching.
“how am i a hypocrite?! for wanting to take care of my son and his mother?!”
“oh!” she laughs sadistically, arms folded, “and his mother? so you want to take care of not only your son but his mother now, also your EX after you decided to go apeshit and now come back after who knows how long?!”
“yeah it’s about time!”
“you think she’s gonna want your help?” she scoffs, “don’t you forget what she did the last time you left. are you even sure he’s your so—“
jungkook holds up a finger, eyes flashing with rage.
“we’ve been through this before. sora. know your place.”
with that, he sits down, resuming his task of counting the money before it’s all swept to the floor with a wave of her hand.
his eye twitches, fiddling with the ring on his finger before he rises from his seat again, regaining his composure.
“i’m so fucking sick and tired of you throwing all our money away!” she points an accusing finger at him, jabbing his shoulder, “i know you’ve been sending money for him every month too. you think i wouldn’t notice?”
“you think i give a fuck that you noticed, it’s my money.”
her eyes are glassy, hair a mess as she runs her hands through the light strands, pacing from one end of the room to the other.
“and what about me? huh? it’s my money too!”
he chuckles, gesturing to the cash now scattered across the tiles.
“all this? you want all this? take it. i’m sure it covers what we started with and then fuck off.”
tears spill down her chuckles, but she grins, twisted and sickening as she approaches him once again.
“fine. i’ll fuck off. just like that. but don’t forget how you started.”
she spins around, blond hair hitting his face just as reality hits him. he grabs her hands to reel her in, holding her to him.
she shoves him away. but gives in. sobbing into his chest.
“i just don’t want you to waste all our money. you know what we’ve been through.”
he shuts his eyes, resting his chin on the crown of her head as he sways them back and forth.
“i know sweets. i know.”
“promise me,” she sniffles, looking up at him, “promise me that nothing will change between us when we leave.”
he purses his lips, reaching down to cup her cheeks.
“is that what you’re afraid of?”
she nods, toying with the studs on his jacket, “mhm.”
he presses his forehead against hers, cupping her cheeks.
“nothing will change between us sweets.”
“promise?”
“i promise. but you have to promise me that you won’t interfere.”
she looks away, disdain filling her eyes.
he tilts her head toward him harshly, lowering his head.
“sora. i asked you a question.”
“fine. i won’t interfere.”
he smiles, doe eyes crinkling at the corners as he pecks her cheek.
“you know i didn’t mean any of it? hm?”
she throws her arms around his neck, nodding.
“i know.”
hands on her hips, he sways them from side to side, dancing to a silent tune, stepping on the same money sora cries for every single time jungkook brings up the family he left behind.
“love you.”
“love you more.”
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If you can't post the fic today it's totally fine but can you please give us a sneak peak?? Like something that puts us more on edge🤭
there 👁 this part is still unedited. so there will be changes. also trigger warning !!
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Can we get Jk, Oc, and Tae looks in the next chapter of hie ??? 👗👠👖👕 just curious 😂😂
okay 👁 jungkook’s fit is from the current banner i made for hie & tae’s is also from the current one so it’s kinda like the main part of the story. something i’ve been planning since the start. so it’s kinda like important ig (part 10)
oc is torn between these three (actually i’m torn between the three lol. which one should she wear?? i’ll always choose black over anything lmao)
here’s yoongi’s (ginger yoon shdjdks) & junho’s as a bonus 🥹 junho takes off his coat through the night so he just wears the cute lil waistcoat 🥺
#hie oc’s fits#i have a dress similar to the short black one of oc’s#i wore it for my graduation 🥹#fic: hie#squishies
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hi yus!! 🤍
drabble request—
oc giving birth or her water breaks !! (yoongi and yuri are there?)
hey yaz !! okay here it is. some of the requests will be in bullet points, bc i have a lot to go through. so i do hope you enjoy this <3
❛oc’s water breaks❜
genre/rating: PG | crack, fluff
warnings: panic, someone faints, mentions of a hospital, a lot of feelings 🥹
⤷ drabble for hell is empty
“maybe we should hold off on the trip for now. ___ doesn’t have long now!”
you chuckle at yuri’s sudden show of concern, since they’ve been talking about this trip for weeks, but now that your belly looks like a sizable basketball — they’re all worried.
hoseok sits next to you with his hands pasted to his knees. by the way they twitch, you can tell he’s holding himself back from asking if he could touch your belly.
AGAIN
your baby’s been quiet these past few days. even if you are a bit worried, well, not worried. more surprised since he’s been kickboxing in there ever since he grew legs and feet and toes.
but it’s just quiet now.
you’re grateful tho. you need the rest!
you see yoongi eye you from his place at the kitchen, expression blank.
god, you wish you knew what he was thinking sometimes.
“you’re right,” he says in a hushed tone, “we should just wait ‘til the baby is here.”
now all their eyes are on you and you feel icky. you need to mentally prepare yourself to stand up from the sunken spot in the couch cushion.
you make a move, and hoseok’s rushing to your aid, grabbing at your wrists.
“i’m good, i’m good,” you giggle, sharing a shy smile as he scoops a chunk of your hair over your shoulder.
once you’re on your feet, a sudden pressure releases just below your belly. but your legs are numb since you’ve been sitting for so long. the swelling in your ankles didn’t go down either.
but then
a loud gush
wet
hitting the rug under your feet
and hoseok’s toes
dread seeps into your every bone like a chilling cold. lips parted in shock to find that your water broke
“oh my—“
hoseok, still holding onto your wrists looks just as shocked as you.
“___!”
yuri rushes into the lounge with yoongi while you’re still immobilized by shock.
“i think i—“
yuri smacks yoongi’s arm, coming to your side to grab your hand, stepping around the puddle.
“THE CAR YOONGI! THE CAR!”
yoongi stares at the three of you like you’re caught in the middle of a crime scene.
then he’s no longer vertical.
falling flat onto his face with a loud thump.
“yoongi!” a sob breaks free from your chest, panic burning up your throat as your heart threatens to break through your ribcage.
“oh my god, yoongi! yoongi wake up!”
and then yuri’s crying, slapping his cheeks harshly as hoseok pulls you into the hallway, your arm snug around his shoulders as he navigates through the apartment with bent knees.
you’re tilting your head to check if yoongi is okay. but he’s still laying motionless on the floor.
“hey, hey. it’s okay. we’ll get you to the hospital right now.”
“but,” you wail, clutching the side of your belly, “yoongi.”
“he’ll be okay,” hoseok soothes, reaching for his keys, “he’s just shocked that’s all. you need to be calm for me.”
still, weak cries bubble from your lips.
fear coursing through your veins because it’s finally happening. and none of you were ready yet.
slippers sliding across the wooden floors, you’re brought to a stop just outside the front doors of the building, cheeks caught between hoseok’s palms.
“listen, i need you to stay calm for me, okay? you’re okay! yeah? you’re good! take a deep breath for me.”
with a nasal passage that feels as though it’s on fire, you inhale a deep, shuddering breath with hoseok, exhaling with him too.
but that does nothing to tame your thunderous heartbeat.
“let’s get you to the hospital. no stress for you and the baby.”
“wait for us!”
yuri shouts from the top of the staircase, holding, a lil queasy, yoongi’s hand as they rush to the car.
hoseok straps you in the backseat, yuri sat next to you, fingers intertwined with yours.
“yoongi,” you call, reaching for his shoulder, “you okay?”
he doesn’t turn around, voice a low rasp, “don’t worry about me. let’s go!”
hoseok meets your gaze in the rear view mirror, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead as he speeds down the highway, taking the turns light and breezy.
your legs are spread apart and you’re afraid you might see a head soon. a funny, unfamiliar sensation taking over your lower belly.
once you’re there, they’re carting you into the hospital like a sick cow, after telling them, through ragged breaths, that you are able to walk.
with the way you heave burdened sighs, they don’t believe you.
“MOVE EVERYONE MOVE!”
soon, you have the attention of every single nurse, doctor and patient in the hospital.
but you have no time to be embarrassed when you’re absolutely terrified.
BECAUSE THE DAY IS FINALLY HERE
THE DAY YOU��VE BEEN WAITING FOR, so patiently.
perhaps you should’ve done more research. but all you’ve found on the internet were the petrifying experiences of other women.
you just need to breathe.
yoongi and hoseok are busy yelling at the receptionist, yuri sat next to you.
“yuri,” you whisper, resting your head on her shoulder, “i’m scared.”
“don’t be scared. it’ll be okay. it’ll all be over soon and you’ll get to carry your baby in your arms instead of your belly,” she giggles, hand sliding down the back of your head. “how are you feeling?”
you smack your lips together, hands pressed to your stomach, “I feel—“
hoseok and yoongi return with a nurse, a few others rolling a bed over to you.
they help you up, fluorescent lights piercing your eyes as the bed skids along the tiles.
“love you,” yuri smiles, face glowing red, “be strong okay?”
you nod, tears streaming down your face as you hold onto hers and hoseok’s hands. yoongi following close behind.
“love you too.”
but you know they have to go.
you only realize how much you’re sweating when hoseok flattens your hair over your head, face a breath away from yours.
as you go further down the pale white hallway, yoongi and yuri stop just outside the sliding doors. but hoseok tags along. refusing to let go of your hand.
“i’ll be right here, don’t worry.”
“excuse me sir. are you the father?”
hoseok jolts upright, shaking his head as an answer.
“i’m sorry you’ll have to wait out here,” one of the nurses inform, “we’ll take good care of her.”
he purses his lips, leaning back down to whisper.
“don’t worry i’ll take care of everything.”
your heart leaps to your throat as he presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, tears lining his lashes.
he smiles, thumb caressing your forehead, “i love you.”
you sob through your words, but this time you’re not crying out of panic, sadness or fear.
but happiness.
“i love you too.”
you look up as the bed rolls around the corner, seeing him stand there, shooting you a thumbs up and a goofy smile.
it’ll be okay.
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IF THIS ISNT JK TAKING JUNHO FOR A TOUR AROUND HIS TEXTILE COMPANY 🥺
TEARS IN MY EYES LITERAL TEARS
it’s definitely hie!jungkook 🥺🥺🥺
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hie jk? gagged.
good lord. i just woke up.
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JK and Yoongi: Jk contacting yoongi for the first time after the wedding?
OR
Yoongi and Yuri: Discussing their opinions on OC and Tae and OC and jk (this scenario with just them or when junho was there whilst they were babysitting him)
this is written in third persons pov !! tysm for requesting bb <3
❛jungkook contacting yoongi after what felt like ages❜
genre/rating: PG | angst
warnings/tags: strong language, one very angry yoongi, the audacity 😤
⤷ drabble for hell is empty
yoongi knows that he shouldn’t have shown up on time. even if she texted him saying she’s ready.
because yuri’s always late.
taking her own sweet time getting ready when he’s been waiting for half an hour now.
he hopes yuri’s mother won’t see him and insist he have dinner with them inside.
he doesn’t mind.
yuri’s mom’s cooking is fucking amazing.
he just wants to be alone with his wife tonight.
texting ___ to check if she and junho are doing good in the meantime.
he complains. but still he waits patiently.
but then an unknown number blows up his screen.
now, yoongi doesn’t usually answer unknown numbers. he’s had his own fair share of…experiences.
today, however, he has time to waste, so he answers it.
by luck, chance or coincidence.
“yoongi?”
yoongi knows he would’ve been dead by now but he swears he feels his heart stop for a good few seconds.
“jungkook?”
he sits up in his seat, holding onto the wheel so tight when he hears that familiar chuckle.
“jungkook you fucking idiot. what the fuck?!”
all he can hear is his heartbeat, his own voice muffled by the sound.
“where the fuck have you been?”
“i’ve been busy.”
“busy?! for fuck’s sake. i went looking for you after the wedding but—“
“didn’t wanna spoil your big day, hyung.”
despite the way yoongi’s heart clenches in his chest at that, he laughs in disbelief.
“you already did by causing such a scene…but forget that. where the fuck have you been?”
“i told you. i’ve been busy.”
“do you have any idea how worried i was? how worried we were?”
“we,” he repeats, venom clear in his voice, “you and ___.”
“Yes.”
“i find that hard to believe.”
“shut the fuck up jungkook, you know you’re—“
“anyway, i called to ask how you’re doing.
“i’m…fine.” he looks around, so many questions sitting on his tongue but he just can’t spit it out. knowing how jungkook will react.
“good. that’s all i needed to know.”
“why did you call? after this long?”
“is…the baby good?”
yoongi grits his teeth, “why do you care?”
“just asking.”
yoongi scrubs a hand down his cheek, mood lifting when he notices yuri standing at the top of the stairs.
“junho is fine. doing great.”
“good…good. thank you.”
yuri steps into the car, noticing yoongi’s troubled expression immediately.
“i’m gonna go now. and hyung?”
“yeah?”
“please, i can only call under unknown numbers so please. answer them. it’s me. i’ve been trying for months.”
yoongi swallows thickly, “okay.”
the line goes dead, leaving yoongi to stare at his phone in shock.
“jungkook.” he breathes out.
yuri’s lips part, eyes going wide, “what? really?! that’s good, right?!”
yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, head falling back.
“i don’t know.”
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What about a yuri and yoongi scene 👀
I want to see them interact when it’s just them 🥺
Oh also maybe how they met and their early relationship.
(Thanks for helping me out! Hope I found the right place 😅)
you did !! tysm for requesting <3
❛the first time yoongi & yuri met❜
genre/rating: PG | fluff
warnings/tags: strong language, cigarette smoking, they’re v cute ok, yoongi’s pov !!, yoongi is around 23 here
⤷ drabble for hell is empty
yoongi’s sat on the bench, close enough to the shore to taste the salty air, but keeping a distance so his feet don’t get wet.
he taps the edge of his cigarette before bringing it up to his lips, taking a slow drag as he rests against the backrest, ankle propped on his knee.
things at jungkook’s place were getting too crowded. too heated. he needed to take a breather before he chewed someone’s head off.
and he knew it would end up being jungkook if he didn’t step out for a while.
he finds himself retreating to the beach often nowadays. although he wouldn’t like to admit it, he knows why it’s all becoming too much for him.
the life that he once cherished now a burden.
he knows it’s been just that since the beginning, so much weighing on his shoulders despite jungkook being Jeon’s son. the next to sit on the throne made of murder, mystery and money.
but he’s been looped in with him. all because he said yes when he was young and immature.
and stupid.
even if jungkook’s household is a mess, it’s still better than what his used to be like. back when he still lived with his parents.
there’s a lot to be grateful for. but sometimes, more regularly as of late, he wishes he could just…escape.
he scoffs to himself, knowing that an escape would take a miracle and more murder - if he ever wanted to get out.
he’s in for life.
just like jungkook.
but even if he could find that miracle, he would never leave jungkook behind. his brother. his only real family.
“errr excuse me?”
yoongi’s stirred out of his thoughts by a voice coming from his left, a girl nearly getting blown away by the wind. long ponytail flying into her pale face.
he sits up, surprised, since no one is around here this late in the evening.
what if she’s a ghost?
he’s heard stories about this beach before.
god, he should’ve just stayed in his car.
exhaling a cloud of smoke, he sits up, waiting for her to continue. a little frightened.
she laughs coyly as she points under the bench where he sits.
“your shoe…erm my flyer.”
he looks down to where she points, seeing a colorful piece of paper caught under his boot.
reaching down to pick it up carefully, he holds it up, examining the now crumpled sheet before examining the girl just as closely.
wondering what she could be doing out this late when it’s not safe.
especially around the beach.
‘BEACH CLEANUP.’
the flyer reads, colorful seashells and buckets bordering the sides of the paper and unfortunately, a wet, brown imprint of his boot right in the middle.
“sorry,” he mumbles, holding it out to her, “i don’t think anyone would want this one.”
he hears her laugh, leather jacket swaying behind her as she reaches over to take it from him.
“it costs a lot to print these,” she says with a sigh, holding up the stack of more flyers she had kept under her arm, “more than you think actually.”
he raises a brow, cigarette tucked in the corner of his mouth, “i’m sure it can be salvaged.”
“that’s not good for you.”
yoongi’s brows furrow, turning to her to find her gaze on his lips. more specifically, the burning stick between them.
he really doesn’t want to hear it from a stranger right now. so he ignores her, but she still stands there.
‘til he turns fully to survey her appearance, properly this time.
she wears a black cargo pants and black combat boots. similar to the ones he’s wearing. but more shiny and clean. long, brown hair kept up in a ponytail with her fringe out, brown eyes to match.
“what are you doing here?” he finds himself saying, gaze lingering on the necklace kept on her chest. the heart pendant sitting right where he thinks her cleavage begins. “it’s not safe for someone like you to be around here.”
her eyebrow jumps, tongue poking into her cheek, “i can take care of myself thank you very much.”
yoongi sniggers, shaking his head as he huffs out a cloud of smoke.
she holds up the flyers again, cheeks a bright pink, “came to give these out.”
he looks around, finding no one except them dotting the eerie beach.
“there’s no one here.”
she sighs, leaning against the armrest of the bench.
“yeah. bad day today. wait.”
she holds out the same, stomped on, flyer to yoongi, smile tugging the corner of her lips.
he takes the flyer stupidly, blinking at it. then at her.
“we’re having a beach cleanup every saturday. starting this week,” she says, almost robotically, “you can join us if you’d like.”
“beach cleanup?”
“yeah!” she beams, sitting down next to him so she can point at the flyer, manicured nail sliding across the page, “from 10AM to 2PM. refreshments will be served after.”
yoongi can’t believe he’s actually thinking about it. if he’s free around that time every saturday.
saturdays are the worst for him.
he’s always been readily available for Jeon. never had plans of his own.
what if…?
“so…we just come around and help clean up…the beach?”
“yep,” she smiles, so close yoongi gets a whiff of her perfume.
she smells like pancakes. vanilla.
he puts out his cigarette on the bench, letting it fall to the grass.
a noise of surprise tumbles out of his lips when she yanks the paper from his hand, arms folded.
“you can start now.”
he blinks, annoyed, “what?”
she gestures to the cigarette butt on the ground, a lot…scarier than a few seconds ago.
again, he finds himself leaning down to pick up the stub, noticing that there’s been a bin right next to the bench all along.
when he returns, head hung a little low, her wide smile is back, flyer held out to him again.
“you’re hired!”
his shoulders shake as he chuckles, doing a double take when he notices a beauty spot on her right cheek. and on her neck. and her—
“your name?”
his gaze flits to her face, cheeks warming, “uh…yoongi. min yoongi.”
“cool. see you saturday then.”
with that she trots away, sliding up the grass and when she reaches the top of the embankment, she looks down. waving at yoongi whose hand flies up against his own will - waving back.
he rises from the bench, rocking on his feet with his hands in his pockets…nervous for saturday.
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where is that taehyung photo from? the one from the dinner fic header
i’m not too sure. i think a bangtantv video but here’s the pics i found on pinterest & i flipped it for the header !! he’s so pretty 😵💫
it gives me devdas vibes heh
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