#jungkook complete fic
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Can I request first time obs jungkook realized he started to have feelings for oc?
our beloved summer; a drabble
Jungkook likes lavender and jasmine. He likes navy blue sweaters and a perpetually grumpy face, looking a black cat who’s just been disturbed from slumber. He likes gold rings on dainty hands, black nail polish almost always covering neatly trimmed nails. He likes New York Yankees baseball caps on bad hair days.
Jungkook looks for that intoxicating scent of lavender and jasmine wherever he goes, scrunching his nose in distaste every time he catches a whiff of some overwhelming floral perfume on someone that isn’t you.
At parties, he looks for the dainty hands with the black nail polish and golden rings, wrapped around a red solo cup. It always makes him smile widely in delight when he spots you in a corner, talking animatedly with Taehyung and Jimin.
He looks for that navy blue sweater and Yankees cap whenever he’s on campus, even on days where he knows you aren’t scheduled for class or a shift at the library. If he looks hard enough, thinks about you hard enough, then maybe you’d pop up for whatever random reason - to bug a professor into reading the essay you wrote for extra credits, to stop by the campus cafe because you have a massive craving for their watered down chai latte, to show up just because there’s a certain someone silently manifesting that you would.
Jungkook likes pretentious Moleskine journals and 0.7mm Muji gel ink ballpoint pens. He likes the vivid scowl in your voice when he gets on your nerves and the middle finger you always flip him. He likes the tiramisu from that bakery down the street from Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment, just because you seem to like it so much. Hydrangeas remind him of you, so he likes them too.
Jungkook likes the things you like and he’s not sure why. He likes that these are the things that make you happy, that always bring a smile to your face and he likes seeing you smile. He’s almost never on the receiving end of said smile, but he still likes it.
He lays in bed, bored out of his mind and tempted to seek you out just to be a nuisane but he knows you’re in a class right now. He drifts back to what Taehyung said to him last night after he’d show up to the library, thinking he’d get to spend time with you but had found Taehyung instead.
“The whole ‘boy pulls girl’s pigtails’ approach you have going on is painfully obvious, you know.”
Jungkook isn’t stupid.
(Though if you were there at the time, he has no doubt that you would have argued the opposite.)
Maybe Jungkook does know why he likes the things you like. Maybe it’s because whenever they pop up in his head, you’re the one that always accompanies the thought and takes over his mind completely. Maybe that’s why he finds himself thinking about you before he goes to sleep just so you would show up in his dreams too. Maybe that’s why you’re often the first thing he thinks of shortly after opening his eyes in the morning, wondering if he’ll get to see you around that day.
Maybe it’s an explanation for why he feels so warm whenever he imagines your face even when he’s doing the most mundane of things, like walking to the corner store or putting away laundry.
Taehyung was right. Jungkook didn’t stop by the library on a random Wednesday evening because he wanted some bro bonding time. He wanted to come because you usually work Wednesdays, and the idea of keeping you company under the guise of bothering you sounded a lot better than staying home and daydreaming about you.
He then thinks about what Taehyung said before he left, calling him back just to tell him that like Jungkook, you wouldn’t be going home for the break either.
He doesn’t know why Taehyung told him that. Probably because he feels bad that neither him nor Jimin would be here in case you need them, not that you would admit if you needed them anyway. Or perhaps Taehyung was trying to give Jungkook a nudge in the right direction.
What direction that is, he can’t say for certain.
What he does know is he wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that you’ll be spending the break by yourself while everyone else goes home to their family, because it sounds like something that would make you a little sad even if you’re not big on the holidays. He’s never seen you sad before, but the idea of it is one that he already hates.
Jungkook doesn’t want you to be alone. He doesn’t want you to be sad. He wants to see you smile and he wants to do everything in his power to make sure that you keep your smile, even if it isn’t directed at him.
No, he isn’t stupid. He isn’t stupid but he might still be a little dense sometimes. He supposes he’s known it all this time, known it for months since the second ever conversation you’ve had together. It’s no one’s fault but his own that it took Taehyung bringing it up for Jungkook to realize why the things you like are so endearing to him, why his heart does dumbass little skips to the mere thought of you.
#can you tell i gave up toward the end. anywhomst do you ever just want to be a completely different person#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook imagines#jungkook scenarios#jungkook fic#bts x reader#bts x you#bts fluff#bts angst#bts smut#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts fic#jungkook#bts#fic: our beloved summer
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If your requests are still open and if you have time, can I request a scenerio where a member eats something way too late at night (like ramen or something) and wakes up in the morning really nauseous? My brain is screaming either Jungkook or Namjoon but I’ll leave the sickie up to you! ❤️ thanks in advance!! I love your writing
thank you so much for the request, anon!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me literally forever to get to this, and that I kind of derailed a bit when it came to the original plot 😭😭 I hope this is still to your liking!
sickie: jungkook
caretaker: namjoon
word count: 2125
jungkook knows this will be a bad idea the moment he sets out the (six) ramen cups neatly on the table, but rational thinking isn't really in his ballpark right now. he's been feeling stressed out from their tour lately, and feels as if he hasn't been performing as well as he should be, so he thinks he needs a good stress-eating session to get his mind off of things.
but as jungkook takes a step back and looks at the ramen cups laid out, he can't help but laugh to himself. "this is so stupid." he murmurs, pulling out his phone. this is something he thinks army might enjoy. plus, he's been trying to be more active on Twitter recently. he captions the photo with something funny and his hashtag before setting his phone down and beginning.
just as he finishes getting through the first cup and a half, lips already zinging with spice, he feels his phone vibrate against the table. he picks it up and sees it's a message from namjoon.
rapmon hyung: jungkook what the hell are you doing
rapmon hyung: I saw your post -_-
jungkook feels a sheepish smile spread across his face.
jungkook: … I'm eating my emotions
jungkook: :D
rapmon hyung: good god jungkook
rapmon hyung: this screams bad idea, you know
rapmon hyung: your stomach is going to hate you tomorrow :/
jungkook: ill be fine hyung dw
jungkook: we've got a off day tomorrow anyways, it'll be fine
rapmon hyung: you know jimin wants to go sightseeing tomorrow
jungkook: yeah, I know, I'll be okay for it :)
jungkook: please don't worry hyung, it cant turn out THAT bad
jungkook can practically hear namjoon sighing from his hotel room a few doors down
rapmon hyung: okay fine
rapmon hyung: I trust you
rapmon hyung: but don't say i didn't warn you
jungkook: ay ay captain
with that, jungkook returns to his food.
this was definitely a bad idea, jungkook thinks to himself when he's all done. well, mostly done. by the last two he couldn't bring himself to finish off the soup at the bottom. his stomach is already bloated and full beyond belief.
he decides to make light of the situation and posts an update to twitter with one photo of the (nearly) empty ramen cups and one selfie of him looking, very rightly, in pain. his lips feel swollen and his nose won't stop running and itching from the spice, eyes watery too. he throws all the cups away and shuffles into the bathroom, washing his face down and stifling a burp into his hand. he shudders and sighs. "you idiot, jungkook," the singer whispers to himself, voice thick. he pushes himself back out to his room and gets into bed. maybe lying down will help him digest, he thinks, all lessons he's ever learned in his entire life failing to come to him as his eyes start drooping closed. he feels like he's going to be sick already and he doesn't like it. maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a moment. let the world fall silent around him. yeah, yeah that's what he'll do.
against his will, jungkook begins to fall asleep, and he drifts off before he's even able to stop himself.
jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty and stomach cramping. he winces and sits up instantly. "oh god- fuck-" he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but that alone forces stomach acid up that burns his throat as he burps. he places a hand over his mouth and cringes, swallowing. "shit-" he freezes in place with no idea what to do. how did this happen? he feels so much worse than when he did when he-
he fell asleep. a groan leaves his lips. he just had to have fallen asleep. his stomach is killing him, bubbling and churning. he thinks he's going to throw up.
moving slowly, he shuffles to the table and grabs his phone. more stomach acid burns up his throat, swallowing again. he goes to text namjoon since he seemed to be the only one who was caught up with his shenanigans the night before and sees that he missed a message right before he fell asleep.
rapmon hyung: jungkook you look terrible-
rapmon hyung: did you really eat all of that??
jungkook sighs before reluctantly sending a text of his own, deciding to ignore namjoon's. he only hopes that namjoon is either still awake or won't wake up from the message notification. he just wants someone to know what's happening
jungkook: I feel sick
jungkook: really sick
jungkook: I'm really sorry :(
jungkook shuffles back to bed and sits down, not wanting to lay back in case it makes whatever acid reflux is going on worse. he jolts with a hiccup and grimaces, untucking his shirt from the jeans he'd forgotten to change out of that keep digging into his stomach. he slips his hand in between the hemline and his abdomen to give it some leeway, sighing when it provides the slightest bit of relief. he knows he should get up and change, but he doesn't want to risk it. he feels like the tiniest movement will set his stomach off.
his phone vibrates in his other hand to jungkook's surprise and he lifts it to look at the screen to see namjoon having responded to his message.
rapmon hyung: god kid I told u
rapmon hyung: hold on
rapmon hyung: I'm coming over
jungkook's eyes widen, mortified already. namjoon cant come, he knows he looks a mess.
jungkook: no no no-
jungkook: hyung it's fine really
jungkook: I just felt like someone should know
jungkook: hyung-
as jungkook types out his next text, he hears knocking at the door followed by a hushed, "jungkook? are you in there?"
jungkook suppresses a groan and slowly pushes himself to stand, stifling a low whimper when his stomach churns in protest. he makes his way to the door, unable to straighten properly from just how full and in pain he is, and opens it with cheeks flushed with both shame and the beginnings of what might be a fever. jungkook doesn't know at this point. "hey, hyung." he murmurs. he can't bring himself to meet namjoon's eyes.
he hears the leader sigh and make his way in, warm hands coming to rest by jungkook's sides. "you idiot, come on. let's go back to bed. I'll grab you some clothes."
jungkook manages a few short nods, trudging his way back to bed and laying down in a curled up position, fighting back a grimace and laying his hand back over his stomach. he can vaguely make out namjoon shuffling around the room, grumbling under his breath. probably something to do with jungkook's clothing organization. or lack thereof; jungkook has always had a bit of an unorthodox way of storing his clothes while on tour. it's just how his brain works, okay?
still keeping his gaze averted, jungkook feels the bed dip next to him. he allows himself the smallest of glances and notices the clothes on namjoon's lap. jungkook can't help but smile; those are some of his favorite pyjamas to wear on hard days. he didn't know that namjoon had picked up on it.
"arms up." namjoon orders gently. jungkook reluctantly complies. he can't help but blush when namjoon pulls his soiled, sweaty shirt off, feeling embarrassed that namjoon has to deal with this. to top it off, jungkook shivers when the air conditioning hitting him, realizing belatedly that his bloated stomach is now on display and painfully obvious. jungkook finds himself wrapping his arms around it as quickly as possible and curling in on himself.
namjoon sighs. "jungkook-ah, look at me please."
jungkook shakes his head stubbornly. but before he knows it, namjoon's hand comes up to his cheek and tilts his head up, their eyes meeting. jungkook finally clocks just how welled up with tears his are, and he can see it when namjoon clocks it, too. "jungkook, are you crying??"
at that, jungkook feels his bottom lip quiver. a sob bubbles up out of him, unexpectedly. "fuck, I'm sorry-" he tries to look away again, but namjoon doesn't let up.
"hey hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like such a big deal I just-" namjoon sighs again. "you're feeling really sick, huh?"
jungkook manages a pathetic nod. another sob.
namjoon gives a nod back. "okay, that's okay." he says; it sounds like he's talking more to himself than jungkook, but the maknae is too caught up in his self pity to notice it all that much. "we can get through this, not the first time one of us has gotten knocked down."
"but… the sightseeing… the others-"
"will understand if you can't make it tomorrow." namjoon promises with a gentle smile. "now let's finish getting you changed so you don't get more sick from the cold hitting you."
it's been an hour and jungkook has yet to fall asleep. namjoon lays next to him, having already drifted off a while ago, snoring away without a care in the world. jungkook is extremely jealous. his stomach is still gurgling and churning and it doesn't seem to want to provide him with any relief any time soon.
slowly, carefully, jungkook pushes himself up into a sitting position, afraid that he might choke on the productive burps that keep crawling up his throat. he worries at his fingers. his breathing feels short and heavy and jungkook swears under his breath. he hates this. he hates being sick. arguably more than anything in the world. he hates feeling so gross and out of control and-
great, he's crying again. jungkook shoves his head into his hands and tries not to make too much sound. this is all his fault, and he knows it, and that makes the whole situation so much worse somehow; this disaster is a product of his own making.
jungkook's head continues to swim and swirl with thoughts, and before he knows it, something heavy rushes up his throat. his mouth waters dangerously, a sour feeling coating the back of his tongue and weighing it down. he's definitely going to throw up. he feels it coming on, and fast.
throwing the sheets off himself as quickly as he can, jungkook hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, hand clamped over his mouth. he crouches in front of the toilet with a few heavy pants, white-knuckling the sides of the bowl. the first wave of vomit comes out of him with a guttural gag before jungkook can even fully process that it's happened. and then another wave comes out. and then another. and then he's rolling; more specifically, his stomach is rolling. agonizingly so.
jungkook tries his hardest to be quiet. he really, really does. but it's difficult to do so when each round of puke rips his breath from his chest and burns the way up his throat, eliciting involuntarily whimpers and groans and pants.
he feels a warm hand on his back before he registers the fact that someone has joined him in the bathroom; namjoon. jungkook can't help but give a choked sob. "i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I-"
"shh," namjoon hushes. "it's okay. just get everything up, it'll help you feel better."
namjoon's calm, deep voice helps some of the tension leave jungkook's muscles, but they quickly seize up again when he has to throw up once more.
after another five minutes or so go by, the last few filled with nothing but weak, unproductive gags and pants as jungkook tries to regain his breath, namjoon decides to make the executive decision that jungkook is done. the leader reaches over to flush the toilet and helps jungkook to his feet. "come on, let's wash out your mouth and go to bed."
jungkook gives a weak moan but lets himself be dragged to the sink, pliable. now that his stomach is left with nothing more than a dull ache, and waves of relief continually washing over him from the nausea finally being gone, jungkook is tired. so, so tired. he barely feels it as namjoon guides him through washing out his mouth and leading him back to bed, helping jungkook sit on the edge as namjoon shuffles off to grab a new shirt, jungkook having soiled the one he'd changed into from sweat.
the boy is practically already out cold by the time he's been changed and tucked in. the last thing he registers is a gentle touch brushing back his hair and the familiar voice of his leader whispering for him to "sleep well, jungkookie."
#hello..?#😀😀😀#im here!#its been so long im SO sorry#please forgive me 😞😞#but im back!! (hopefully)#i really want to try to get more fics out after this because i really do miss writing#until then tho#emeto tw#emeto#sick!jungkook#caretaker!namjoon#(ive also never really written joon before so this was fun for me)#okay bye! 💗#i also havent completely proof read this so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes 🙏
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say something, say anything - kth, jjk
pairing(s): taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader (love triangle)
genre(s): fluff and angst?
word count: 6.2K
warnings: fights (nothing physical), some strong language, mentions of insecurities and not feeling enough.
summary: in the process of figuring out whether Taehyung likes you the way you like him, you don't expect to fall for one of his close friends, Jungkook, and all the chaos that ensues.
alternate summary: just because taehyung isn't willing to give you 100% doesn't mean no one is.
masterlist 💚 what about part two?
A/N: thanks to my lovely @daechwitatamic for the support as my beta reader and an amazing friend.
There’s a boy running through your mind almost 24/7. The way his sweet, hazel eyes look at you make you feel like the most special woman on Earth. A charming, boxy smile that always puts you at ease whenever he flashes it at you. Yet, his duality makes you weak in the knees - his oozing confidence one of the many reasons you’re deeply attracted to him.
It’s one of those cold, breezy nights where Taehyung’s arms find their place around your waist, trying to provide you with as much warmth as possible.
You’re standing in front of the firepit. His hold is relaxing and warm. You move your body to wrap your arms around his front, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He hums in surprise and pulls you closer to him, tightening his hold on your waist.
“All good, darling?” His silky voice keeps relaxing you even more than you ever thought could be possible.
His cologne fills your nostrils. The feeling of every bit of coldness leaving your body is accompanied by a squeeze on your waist from the man.
“Mhm, the smoke was starting to hurt my eyes a bit. Just wanted to shield myself with you.”
In the same way moments like these ones bring you peace, they shatter your heart at the end of the day. Taehyung resembles the perfect lover: warm, affectionate, assertive… The list could go on. Be that as it may, he turns into a different person whenever your friends are around.
That game he plays has you dizzy, but you don’t want it to end, as much as it hurts. You feel stuck in the same place, like the way to win is the same way you lose the game; it has you stuck, making you feel trapped and confused. Are you good enough for him? Is he not sure of what he wants with you, or if he even wants something at all?
Just in time, Taehyung releases you from his grasp. The boys greet you one by one, and Taehyung has moved to the other side of the room with Jimin and Yoongi.
The night is becoming colder, your shivers can’t go unnoticed by now. Hoseok heads inside to retrieve a blanket for you, making sure you’re entirely tucked in with it before letting you go.
“Do you want a hug?” A voice behind you murmurs.
You turn to locate said voice and find Jungkook staring at your trembling figure, arms wide open. Without much thought, you throw yourself at him, and he accepts your body. He sways you side to side, making you laugh. Jungkook had noticed how you and Taehyung were hugging before they came in. He doesn’t understand his friend's actions, though.
Tired of this game, if Taehyung won’t give you what you deserve, he will. Or at the very least, he could open your eyes to what was going on.
“That furrowed brow, arms crossed over her chest, unwavering gaze… she’s pissed.”
“Uh, yes? I am inviting all of you to come paint with me because that way we can bond with each other, have some fun, do something different,” you move to stand in front of them, frown replaced by a pout. “And none of you want to join?”
There’s an unspoken conversation going on between them. The not-so-subtle glances they send each other pissing you off more. The moment you see Taehyung nudge Jimin on the side with his elbow, you’re over it. Grabbing your tools, you walk to the empty dining room, placing the small canvas and the acrylics on the table.
The noise coming from the living room is distracting, but you’re willing to show them how fun it can be. When you tie your hair, it’s showtime - soon enough, you’re halfway done with the painting, hands a colorful mess like the palette that’s resting on the table. You want to scratch your face so badly, but there’s paint on your fingers.
“Want me to scratch your face for you?” Jungkook suggests, walking up to where you are.
You look at him narrowing your eyes, scoffing playfully at him.
“No, thanks. I’ll manage.” Teasingly upset, you bite your lip to hide the smile that’s threatening to slip when Jungkook sits beside you and admires your canvas.
“Don’t get so moody with me… I thought about it and wanted to know if I could join you? I hate it when people don’t pay attention to me when I’m doing something.”
You coo at him and move your things to the side so there is space for him. The canvas is big enough for you to paint together. Jungkook is shy at first, quietly suggesting things that could make the color effects look better. When he notices that you’re open to his ideas, he becomes bolder and helps you with the painting instead of just sitting around. The dining room is soon filled with laughter from both of you, the sound of fast footsteps when you spill some paint on the floor, and silence every now and then when you’re both concentrating on something.
Legs numb, you stand up when the painting is 95% finished - Jungkook touching up on some details - and move to the bathroom so you can wash your hands. You run into Jimin on your way back and give him a wide smile, courtesy of being with Jungkook and having your mood lifted.
“Nice painting you guys did… I’ll join you next time - I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jungkook so excited and creative in a long time.” Jimin praises, ruffling your hair.
A sigh leaves your lips before you can control it, taking your glasses off so you can rub your eyes. Your boss handed your team a new project, resulting in heavier workdays for you and the other people. The sound of the chair beside you scraping against the floor causes you to turn to whoever moved it, seeking some comfort.
“Rough day?” Jin rubs your arm, grinning when you lean your head on his shoulder.
Jin is always there whenever you need it. It’s like he can sense - even from a mile away - your distress. His hands move to play with your locks, combing through them carefully to not hurt you. Turning the screen of your computer so he can get a better look at your work, he gives some suggestions that could make the file you’re working on easier and greater.
It’s between his explanation that both Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin come out of their rooms, almost in sync. The oldest one heads to the living room; he seems to be looking for something he lost (not uncommon for him). The other two join you. At this point, Jimin should have cracked one of his jokes, or teased you somehow so he could get a reaction from you (his love language with you). However, you don’t notice the way Jin silently tells him not to because of your stress and exhaustion.
The moment you reach for your glasses to continue working on the project, a tattooed hand snatches them from where they rest on the table.
Whining, you start, “Jungkook, give me my glasses back, please.”
“Not until you give me a kiss.”
If the teasing doesn’t come from Jimin, it comes from Jungkook, apparently. Speaking of Jimin, the boy snickers at Jungkook’s condition.
“Yah, Jungkookie. Let the girl breathe.” Jimin tries to help you. You wait in vain for him to hand the glasses back to you.
“If you give me my glasses back, I can get done with today’s work a lot faster… which means I’ll spend more time with you.” Your bribery doesn’t affect him, apparently. He lifts the hand holding the glasses, making them more out of reach.
It’s clear he won’t back down - getting up, you walk up to him and give him a peck on the cheek. He shakes his head, rejecting the kiss.
“Nuh-uh, not there. Don’t play dumb now.”
He wants you to kiss him where? You’ve been tempted many, many times to kiss him. Sure.
But you can’t just give in in hope you get your glasses back.
As if he’s able to hear your mental debate, Namjoon speaks up for you.
“As someone who wears glasses, and is looking for them, please give the little lady her glasses back. And then come here so you can help me look.”
“Namjoon hyung! I was so close, she was already standing up.”
Jin’s windshield laugh brings you to laughter, too. Jungkook is pouting, arms crossed over his chest. You put your glasses back on and clear your throat, trying to cease your laughter. Throwing the pouty boy a wink, you walk past him to help Namjoon.
You don’t notice Jungkook stay behind with Seokjin, nor do you hear the conversation Jungkook starts since they are whispering.
“Hyung, I had a suggestion for you… would you let Y/N cook dinner with me so she can take her mind off of work for a while?”
The proposition is tempting enough for Seokjin, but he doesn’t know whether you’ll actually want to since you seem very tired, and cooking for 8 to 9 people takes patience.
“If you think she’ll be up for it, then by all means.” Seokjin consents to the youngest’s proposition, holding back a proud smile when he begins babbling about your love for cooking.
“You should see her face, hyung. She loves cooking so much, I’m sure she’ll find comfort in doing so. Thank you, you won’t be disappointed - she is a great cook and I have learned from you.”
Jungkook turns around so he can now propose the idea to you, marching a little too excited.
Taehyung’s day had been a mess since very early. The first thing that pissed him off was the lack of coffee beans in the house - he couldn’t recall whose turn it was to go to the supermarket, but he was sure it wasn’t his. Reluctantly accepting that he’d have to buy a coffee on his way to work, he finished getting ready. Then, the damn coffee again. This time, the barista at Starbucks had messed up his order and he had to wait 15 minutes outside, only to become desperate and head to work so he wouldn’t be more late than he already was. A few other mishaps had occurred: the printer not working, the pile of documents on his desk growing by the hour…
But the cherry on top? What he came home to.
Trying to leave most of the work finished that day, Taehyung had skipped lunch so he wouldn’t waste the half-hour he was given for lunch. It was almost 7:00 PM when Jin had texted him to know whether he was coming for dinner or not, talking about having to calculate enough food for 9 people - immersed in many numbers, words, and different documents, he had failed to read that part of the text and had just replied with a simple “yes”.
The moment he walked into the house, his ears caught the sound of small conversation and laughter coming from both the dining room and the kitchen. One of those waves of laughter sounded like yours; Taehyung had to convince himself that it was not you, it couldn’t be, since you hadn’t texted him during the day - not like he had wasted minutes of his busy workday to check for new messages, nope - so he went straight to the dining room.
“Hey, Tae! You’re finally home. Some of us are starving so we couldn’t wait for you, sorry.” Namjoon greets him with a pat on the back, sitting down next to Jin, with a plate full of food.
“Where are Y/N and Jungkook?” Yoongi asks through a mouthful of pasta.
“In the kitchen, they are just plating the remaining dish,” Jin replies from where he’s sat, Taehyung in his line of sight.
“They cooked dinner? I thought it was you, hyung.” Jimin is curious now. He remembers Seokjin mentioning he would take care of dinner.
“Y/N’s boss gave her the rest of the day off because she has been staying extra hours. She was feeling stressed, so Jungkook asked me if they could take care of dinner together since Y/N loves cooking.”
He is mad.
Sure, there are no coffee beans in the house but there are many different ingredients for Jungkook and you to feed nine people. How fucking ironic. And, now that he recalls, Seokjin had mentioned nine people.
Fuck!
That’s the only reason he’s mad. He cannot be mad over the fact that Jungkook hadn’t told him you were coming over. You are friends after all and he can’t complain… right? Nonetheless, the thought of if he had known, he wouldn’t have stayed so long at work won’t leave his mind. But of course, things with Jeon were odd nowadays and he didn’t tell him.
Jungkook isn’t the only one to blame, though. You normally text him whenever you want or plan to drop by their house to hang out. He remembers leaving you on read a few days ago, and you hadn’t texted him to ask how he’s doing, like you tend to do.
He heaves a long, deep sigh at the thought, loosening his tie with one hand and moving all the way to the other side of the table so he can sit far away from both of you.
Your phone vibrates in your hand not once, but twice. Tae’s contact name pops up on the top of your screen, two text messages and one has a picture. You open the message three minutes later, only to cover your mouth at the picture he sent.
Taetae [10:20 AM]: good morning, sweet lady. are you awake yet?
Taetae [10:22 AM]: bc i just got out of the shower and i’m walking to my closet. i’ll be there to pick you up in twenty minutes.
Taehyung’s shirtless torso is pretty obvious from the selfie he just sent. His collarbones are visible and a bit of his chest is, too. That selfie is distracting you from the fact that from the twenty minutes he mentions, you only have 18 left. Typing a quick “ok, shit”, you leave your phone on the bed and run to your closet, thanking whoever is listening for giving you the great idea of taking a shower earlier, because those 18 minutes - now like 16 - would have flown away inside the shower. What are his plans? You don’t know. But the day is way too sunny for you to even consider wearing pants.
While you’re running around trying to find your curling iron, the sound of the doorbell makes you freeze in the middle of the living room, only for you to run to the nearest mirror to check your appearance. Once you’re deemed presentable, you open the door to let him inside.
“Okay, I only need to find my curling iron… once I do, it’ll take me 10 minutes to get my hair done. Are you okay with that? Uh, why are you laughing?”
Taehyung’s giggles interrupt you. He walks to you and pulls you in by the waist, giving you a long kiss before he pulls away.
“You are beautiful just like this, Y/N. If you are ready, we can leave. But I can wait for you to curl your hair, though.” He smiles down at you, waiting for you to make a decision.
How does he expect you to make a decision when every single fiber of your body is trying to process the kiss he just gave you? You nod, slightly dumbfounded, going to your room to grab your purse and your phone.
The park Taehyung chose for whatever you guys will be doing has to be one of the most beautiful green areas you’ve ever been to. Trees are surrounding almost every square meter and due to the fact that it’s spring season, everything is colorful and blooming. He parks the car in the street and points to an area farther from where you guys are - a small bench next to some roses.
“I just need to get some things out of the car. Can you walk over there? I’ll catch up once I’m done.” Taehyung unlocks the car and you agree, albeit confused.
The fresh breeze hits you when you get out of the car. Spring is one of your favorite seasons - everything blooms, the weather is nice to go out (not too hot or too cold) and there are so many things to do. Which is why you’re wondering what Taehyung has planned for today; his outfit gives you no clue about what he has in store, just the fact that you are in the park and he has to get things out of the car - that he doesn’t want you to see yet - for your little imagination to run wild. You walk to the aforementioned bench and sit on it, realizing it’s a swinging one. Softly swinging on it, you wait for Taehyung until you spot him a few meters away from the bench - hands full with a basket, two blankets, and a small speaker.
“You did not…”
If happiness had a color, you’d be engulfed by it now. In one of those late-night conversations with Tae, you remember telling him how much you loved picnics. His boxy smile makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. He sets the picnic box beside you and begins placing the biggest blanket on the grass.
“Y/N,” he warns, hearing the basket being opened. “Wait, okay?”
“You’re no fun.” You pout, close the basket, and shift on your seat so you’re further away from it.
His shoulders shake from laughter. Once everything is set, he pulls you up with one hand and with the other grabs the basket, leaving a peck on your lips before he sits down on the blanket, waiting for you.
“See where patience takes you? Come on, now you can open the basket.”
He’s eager to see your reaction. Taehyung had talked to Seokjin a couple of days ago to gather information about all your favorite foods, candies, drinks… and most of them are ones he loves, too. Your hands make their way to the brown basket and he has to stifle the giggle that threatens to leave his body when you almost knock the basket over in your rush.
“Oh, I haven’t eaten these gummies in a while!” You exclaim, grabbing the three packages and placing them next to the bottles of juice he had also bought.
It takes a while for you to finish unloading the basket and decide what you want to eat first, something about the ice cream being tempting enough to pay little attention to the croissants Seokjin knows you love, and Taehyung not wanting you to have ice cream for your first meal. He can’t help himself - the look of excitement on your face and the million kisses you’re giving him lure him to allow you to dig into the ice cream.
The time you spend laying around in the grass, stuffing your faces with food, goes by quite quickly. It’s now almost one o’clock and the sun is brighter than it was earlier.
“Can I take a picture of you?”
The question escapes your mouth before you can control it - he looks too good to just “let the look go” and you want a picture to remember this special moment. Every time you’re with him, you let your guard down; like every bit of doubt about your relationship resets to zero and only the good parts are to be seen. Because that’s how it has always been: things are wonderful until the love privation passes over it like a dark cloud and turns everything dark.
“How about we take a picture together? Sounds good?” The boy suggests and you accept.
His next move surprises you, though: he pulls you to his lap and grabs your phone, opening the camera app and looking for the perfect angle. You hope he doesn’t notice the flush in your cheeks at the intimate position, trying to hide it by running your fingers through your hair so your hair won’t look all crazy. After both of you are ready, he snaps a couple of pictures - in one of those, he makes you look at him while he plants a kiss on your forehead.
As you’re trying your hardest not to scream at what just happened, now off of his lap, his voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
“I wanted to ask you something, Y/N… What is going on between Jungkook and you?”
What? Between who and who?
“Jungkook? Uhh, I might need more context of what you’re referring to…”
And how do you respond to this? Where is all this doubt and nervousness coming from, too? It should be a simple answer.
“That is the only context I can give. You didn’t talk to him before and now it’s like you’re constantly with him, the other day you were at my house and I didn’t find out until I got there.” His tone expresses disapproval and confusion… maybe even sadness.
“Oh, well… Like you just said, we’ve grown closer, that’s all. Jeon is a great guy.” You affirm, busying yourself with the tupperwares that need to be put back in the basket.
But is that really all for you? Why did you hesitate so much when trying to give Taehyung an answer? He’s right when he says that you guys didn’t even talk before - but the more you’ve conversed with Jungkook, the more important he has become to you. This still doesn’t explain the nervousness or the million thoughts that ran through your mind when thinking about what is going on.
The excitement Jungkook shows whenever he is invested in something is something you find adorable. He had called you at 8:00 in the morning saying he’d be in your house - if you agreed, of course - in the afternoon so he could show you this new TV show he started watching. Jungkook’s presence is always pleasing and guarantees you a good time… which is now interrupted.
Your phone rings for the third time in the past five minutes, making you groan in frustration.
“It seems like it’s important. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called more than once. Answer him, I’ll wait.” Jungkook suggests, a reassuring smile on his face.
You grab the phone and wait a few more seconds before sliding your finger to answer the call.
“Hello? Is everything okay?” is the first thing you ask once you hear the noise coming from the other side.
Taehyung had told you he was going out, so for him to be calling means there must be something wrong.
“Y/N!! My beautiful lady, how are you?” His words are slurred, loud laughter coming from behind him.
“Soberer than you are, apparently…” You trail off, glancing at Jungkook sideways, who pretends to not be paying attention.
You’re 99% sure he didn’t hear what you said. You give Jungkook a small smile and redirect your focus to the boy on the line when he speaks again.
“Listen, I’m here with some friends and they are being excessively coupley and sweet with each other… Would you mind coming so we can do that, too?”
As much as your heart is yelling let’s do it, you know he’s not in a good state of mind at the moment. Taehyung wanting you around while his friends are there? Too good to be true. You know that if you show up, you’ll end up feeling gloomy, expecting something that will probably not happen. The embarrassment you’ll save yourself from if you decide to stay home is bigger than the desire of hopefully being exclusive and public with him.
“Where is here? I have no idea where you are, Tae. Nevertheless, I’ll pass. Jungkook is here and we’re watching a new TV show. Maybe another day?”
It’s not in you to be rude - you’d love to tell him to fuck off, though - when it comes to him. He starts explaining how it won’t be the same without you there and how much he wants to hold and kiss you - you don’t digest any of it.
The game has started. Round Two: Which lover will you get if you decide to go? The loving, charismatic, but drunk Taehyung, or the cold, unaffected by your presence, yet honest Taehyung you know and sadly have fallen for?
Jungkook grabs your free hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He rubs the back of your hand and squeezes it. Without a second thought, you mutter a goodbye to the boy on the phone and hang up. A dry chuckle escapes your mouth before you’re able to control the sob that follows it. You shake your head in disbelief.
“When did I allow the situation to turn into this?” You point to your phone that’s on the coffee table, ringing again.
The boy beside you pulls you closer to his body, enveloping you in a tight hug where you let it all out, wetting his shirt with your tears.
“It’s not just your heart that’s being broken, Y/N. You deserve more than being used and thinking you deserve nothing. I know it’s not in me to convince you, but more you convincing yourself… just promise me you’ll think about it, please?”
The way he pronounces the last word makes you hug him tighter. You notice he’s pained by the situation like you are3. But you are not inside his head to understand how much it hurts seeing the girl you have feelings for being hurt by someone else she has feelings for.
“I will, Kook. Thank you and I’m sorry I put you on the horns of a dilemma…” He giggles at your choice of words and plants a kiss on your nose.
The show begins playing again. Jungkook’s warm, comforting presence makes you forget all the pain for the night.
This week kicked your ass. Not once but several times.
The unopened wine bottle in your fridge will be the potent, sweet reward you need on a Friday night. Taking your heels off as soon as you’re in your apartment, you sigh in relief. Everything was bothering you today: the new heels, the dress you were forced to wear for the meeting, the exhaustion… too much. Tonight’s plan is simple: wine, a warm bath, a face mask, and some patches for the bags under your eyes.
The bath makes you sleepy - relaxation seeping through your bones. Your body smells like the new shower gel you bought on your last trip to Bath and Body Works, and the cold wine glass in your hand is making your mouth water with the idea of finally indulging in it.
Just as you’re about to dig into your pizza slice - after the mask has dried enough so you won’t stain anything - the doorbell rings. You’re not expecting anyone, your phone is calls and messages free… and it’s 20 minutes past eight - everyone you know is out partying or at their own house relaxing like you planned to. Suppressing the groan that threatens to leave your lips - loudly - you walk to the front door, yanking it open.
“I was about to call you, thought you weren’t home or that you wouldn’t open the door… Oh, am I interrupting something?” Taehyung points to your mask-wearing face, smirking slightly.
The hand he can’t see is clutching the doorknob to the point your knuckles are white. What is he doing here? It’s been a week since that phone call and even though you were avoiding him, you were doing it subtly so he wouldn’t be suspicious. He has done that to you before. You need to think about what Jungkook had told you and his presence resets all the cons you had already established.
Remembering to answer his question, you clear your throat.
“You’re not… I was going to eat some pizza, probably re-watch the last season of Grey’s Anatomy, take these off,” you point at your mask and patches. “And probably go to sleep. What are you doing here?” You’re confused, did he say he was going to come over tonight and you’d forgotten about it?
He makes his way into your apartment and you take a deep breath to stop yourself from breaking down right there and then. You don’t need this tonight, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Looking for a way to busy yourself so you won’t be close to him, you go to the kitchen to get another wine glass for him. Placing the glasses on the coffee table, you plop down on the couch, knees turned to the door.
“Why are you so far away, angel? Come here.” Taehyung complains, tapping on the empty spot beside him.
Angel doesn’t sound like you remembered. All the happiness you used to feel when he called you that is now replaced with sorrow and uncertainty. You pause the show and turn to him. If you don’t get it out of your chest now, you’ll keep believing and telling yourself that you’re probably not what he’s looking for, but that it’s better to have those crumbs rather than nothing at all.
“We need to talk, and I need you to be honest.” You murmur, getting comfier on your side of the couch and facing him directly.
Bracing up for the next words, you look at him.
“Are you actually looking for something here with me? Or is it fun for you to just play with my feelings?”
He’s taken aback. Your words make no sense to him. He leaves the wine glass he had grabbed on the table and sits upright, a deep frown sitting on his face.
“Y/N, what are you talking about?” He complains, looking at you like you’re saying nonsense.
“Maybe one day you’ll call me, not drunk, and will tell me you want me to hang out with your friends as we do behind closed doors. Maybe one day you’ll be clear with your intentions and either give me all or nothing. We have been at this… whatever the fuck this is supposed to be for more than 5 months. And I think you know I’d do everything for you so you love taking advantage of that. You are in love with the idea of me being in love with you.”
“Where is this coming from? You’re so upset that I don’t want to make us official? Is that what this is about?” He snaps, rolling his eyes like you’re some immature child.
There it is. He just said it and most likely didn’t notice. He doesn’t want to make your relationship official.
You’re about to reply, but his words come first.
“You’re so fucking difficult to satisfy. It’s like I can’t enjoy being single because you desperately want everything to be official.”
If this was about you wanting to clear things up, there’s nothing left to be cleared up now.
You’re not on the same page and he just proved it. Now you’re enraged.
“How does that make me the bad guy here? Why am I the one to blame? Am I different? I also fucking fall in love, Taehyung. And it’s not me wanting to make things official, it’s the fact that you don’t have the affective responsibility you should. You don’t care about my feelings; you are satisfied with yourself by keeping me around. Do I deserve nothing?”
You struck a nerve. The anger has left his face and he seems hurt now.
“I really don’t know what you want. I don’t see myself having a relationship right now, and you should have been able to tell the moment I kept us private.” He scratches his head, standing up from the couch.
He moves to the kitchen, wine glass in hand, and leaves it next to the sink. All these actions make you realize you finally agreed on something with him: he’s leaving.
“That’s not privacy, that’s being kept a secret. There’s a difference. I think we’re done here, Tae. We’re not on the same page and I won’t stick around for this anymore.”
As you walk to the door and open it, you wait and wait, and wait for him to say something. Anything at all. He never does. He simply walks past you and closes the door behind him.
You’ve been glued to Jungkook the whole night. Taehyung is fuming. He thought you wouldn’t show up because of the incident nights ago, but you’re here, and he should have known better. Since none of the boys know about the fight that had happened because of the “secret” relationship you had engaged in, the only thing both of you can do is play it cool as if nothing had ever happened. Act like the good friends you are - well, used to be. The thing he finds hilarious is how indiscreet you’re being: you’re avoiding him. He wants to believe there is nothing going on with Jungkook - like you had told him that day at the park - and you’re with him just because.
It becomes hard to believe the moment Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls you to sit very close to him while you wait for the chicken to come out of the oven.
It becomes harder to believe when you get all shy from the little kisses he leaves on your cheek.
Taehyung approaches Jungkook when you stand up from his lap and go to the bathroom, one question clear in mind.
“What is going on between you and Y/N? And don’t come to me with a fucking ‘nothing’ because she told me that and this,” he gestures with his hands around to where he is sitting, “doesn’t look like fucking nothing.”
“Hello to you, too. Unlike you, I had the courage to actually act on my feelings and not leave her hanging around. But to answer your question: nothing, yet.” Jungkook explains, standing up so he’s face to face with Taehyung when he steps closer to him.
“Oh, please. Shut the fuck up because you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Do I not? How about I tell all of them in fine detail how she has spent nights, in my arms if I shall mention, crying because she doesn’t know whether you want something to do with her. How insecure you’ve left her because she knew from the start that what you were giving her wasn’t even half of what she deserved, but never gave up on it until she finally realized?”
Jungkook is challenging him. And it hits harder when he picks up on what his friend is saying.
“You’re the fucking reason she broke up with me. You’re the one who got into her mind and convinced her of something that is not true.”
Someone has to grab Taehyung from the arm before he launches himself over Jungkook, fist ready just to collide somewhere on Jungkook’s body.
“Yes, I was the one who told her to think about it. What you gonna do about it, hm? It’s not like you can recover something that was never there.”
“You fucking knew. You fucking knew, and still played me dirty. You couldn’t stand knowing I had some advantage over you for once.” Taehyung growls, trying to shake the hands of whoever is holding him off.
“Taehyung, that’s enough.” Yoongi stands up, moving to stand in-between the boys now that they’re nose to nose, about to punch each other.
Your head is spinning. Yes, it was clear that Taehyung had feelings for you, but he never moved forward with you. Falling for Jungkook was something unexpected, and knowing now that it had turned into some stupid competition between them has your heart aching and you feeling guilty. You step out of the hallway and walk back to the living room with fear, you can’t ignore what is going on, but you have no idea how you could help or stop the situation.
“Call it what you want - you weren’t man enough to act on it. And what fucking advantage are you talking about? Promising her one thing and turning into a total dickhead the moment you’re not alone is pathetic.” Jungkook retorts, launching himself towards Taehyung, being stopped by Namjoon.
You hear someone mutter an oh, fuck behind you.
“She shouldn’t stay here.” Hoseok places a hand on your shoulder and guides you to Yoongi’s backyard, hugging you tightly trying to shield you from what has begun in the living room.
You’ve seen this before, those playful fights where Namjoon and Jin start arguing and Jimin takes upon the task of distracting the others. Now, it’s a more serious conflict and Hoseok escorts you outside so the others can take care of the fight.
Maybe next time they should talk things through. Before they end up hurting each other like they just did.
#jungkook x reader#jungkook fic#jungkook drabble#bts drabble#bts#bts fanfic#complete#taehyung fic#taehyung drabble#bts angst#bts fluff
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Taekook Fic Recommendation!
melt my heart by wonderaus
Summary: "The last thing Taehyung expected when he agreed to ignore his morals would be for a snowstorm to lock him and his nemesis in one apartment for days.
or: Taehyung swears he hates Jeon Jungkook (until he doesn't)"
Tags:
Alternate Universe - College/University
Enemies to Lovers
Friends With Benefits
Literature Student Kim Taehyung
Jock Jeon Jungkook
Explicit Sexual Content
Top Jeon Jungkook
Bottom Kim Taehyung
Locked In
Blizzards & Snowstorms
Domestic Fluff
Fluff and Smut
Words: 40.073
Chapters: 1/1
#taekook#vkook#kookv#bts#taegguk#kim taehyung#v#jk#jeon jungkook#bangtan#fic#recommend#enemies to lovers#completed#locked in#alternative universe#college#university#snowstorms#fluff#smut
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The Perks of Being Married - by Taekooks_Doll
Summary:
“We are getting married.” Taehyung says at last.
Jungkook looks back at him, “We are.”
“I should tell you beforehand that I have no interest in falling in love with you or having an actual married life with you.” Taehyung states.
Jungkook laughs before holding Taehyung’s waist and pulling him close. “I can assure you that the feeling is mutual. I don’t have any interest in falling in love with you either.” he says, his grip firm on Taehyung’s waist. “You’re not my type.”
Modern Setting
Arranged Marriage
Fashion Designer Taehyung & Architect Jungkook
Strangers to Lovers
Falling in Love
Domestic Fluff
Switch Taekook
60.048k
Completed
#modern setting#arranged marriage#fashion designer taehyung#architect jungkook#falling in love#domestic fluff#smut#switch taekook#switch#strangers to lovers#taekook fics rec#taekook recs#ao3#kookv ao3#kookv fics#taekook ao3#taekook fic#completed#bottom jungkook#top taehyung#bottom taehyung#top jungkook#50k - 80k
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"that's your solution for everything, isn't it? just fucking walking away" <screeches> omg let me strangle him 😤😡 hot take (maybe?) but i hope she doesn't get back with him 💀 she deserves soo much better. why does she always have to be the one to be putting up with/accepting mistakes? i really feel like he thinks he can get away with whatever & takes her being there for granted because she'll take him back. so she needs to walk away for good 💪 go get a man who'll TREASURE you honey 👏
i hear you, babe and here's a necessary psa (just reiterating your point tbh): never settle for men who don't give you the love you deserve!!!!
but that being said.... we'll see? 🥴
(because it wouldn't fit in the tags: thank you so much for reading!!!!!!! 🥺 stay safe & healthy 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍)
#ask#anonymous#taexual; sleepwalking#while i understand what you mean completely... imagine a jungkook fic where she doesn't end up with jungkook you know what i mean sjsdkfhs#im afraid i would get stoned for not putting that in the warnings on the very 1st chapter lmao#fr though what are we thinking#two endings for this story? 👀#i'm just kidding lol writing one ending is already exhausting enough shdjfh#anyway anyway my point is it's a mess!!!!!#let's see if he cleans it up and if she sticks around long enough to see it??
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TAEKOOK
black smoke can’t hurt you (4k, complete, 1/1, E)
by honeybeams
tags: demonic possession // vignette // nsfw
summary:
Jeongguk doesn't let people watch his exorcisms, and for good reason. When his boyfriend gets possessed, it really only solidifies his decision.
#taekook#taekook fic#taekook fic rec#ao3 taekook#bottom jungkook#bottom kook fic#angels and demons AU#rated e#complete#under 5k#oneshot
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under the cabbage leaf
by feraljk (7k, complete, 4/4 G)
tags: bunny hybrid jungkook // magical realism // mushroom farmer namjoon // minor vhope // zero angst zero conflict who needs it // kim namjoon is whipped // cute jungkook // jungkook is good at feelings // namjoon is good at feelings
summary:
namjoon loved his life - far removed from the bustle of the city, tucked away in his little country cottage, surrounded his gardens of vegetables of mushrooms, kept company by the animals who had found their way to him, one way or another. he had a favorite companion in the bunny he had found months ago under a cabbage leaf, who stayed even after his hurt paw had heeled.
but then, suddenly - sunflower was gone, and a boy was in his place.
or: hybrid jungkook is turned into bunny jungkook and then back into hybrid jungkook and hybrid jungkook and human namjoon fall in love.
AO3
#ao3 namkook#namkook#namkook fic#namkook fic rec#bunny hybrid jungkook#magical realism#farmer namjoon#namjoon is whipped#cute jungkook#jungkook is good at feelings#namjoon is good at feelings#5k to 10k#complete#chaptered#rated g
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Redo
When Jungkook goes back in time to reminisce on old memories, he accidentally messes up the meeting him and his fiancé Namjoon were supposed to have. Knowing that trying to change time back to the way it was is too tricky, Jungkook tries his best to make Joon fall in love with him over again. No matter how much it hurts.
Rating: T+
Word count: 7k
Completed
Other tags: Temporarily Unrequited Love, Superpowers, Time travel, Lovers to Strangers, then back to Lovers, Happy Endings
#namkook#namjoon#moodboard#aesthetic#time travel#bts fanfic#fanfic#jungkook#bts namkook#bts namjoon#bts jungkook#read on a03#a03 fic#complete#pigeon#bts angst#bts fluff#attempt at humor
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Untitled Namjin AU (fake rivals)
By namjintellect (twitter)
Author description: in which idols seokjin and namjoon are proclaimed rivals as a marketing stunt by their companies but when has jin ever followed his company's rule?
Group: BTS
Main ship: Namjin
Other ships: Vminkook
Chapters: 107 (Complete)
#bts fic rec#bts smau#posted on twitter#complete#namjinau#mainnamjin#vminkookau#famous#both are famous#famous!namjoon#famous!seokjin#idol!namjoon#idol!seokjin#secret relationship trope#poly relationship#poly!taehyung#poly!jimin#poly!jungkook
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[taehyung x jungkook]
inure by volataeile (7/7 | 69,561 | E)
Seven years after their breakup, Jeongguk and Taehyung begin to find their way back to each other.
Years ago, that would be the look Jeongguk would yearn for, searching for Taehyung’s eyes in every room he enters, wanting his attention, wanting Taehyung to look at him, to see him. He’d look back at Taehyung with just as much fire in his eyes, letting his gaze tell him everything Jeongguk couldn’t yet. How he's going to give him anything he wants in this world.
Jeongguk was ready to do that until the day it all ended.
Now, Taehyung’s eyes on him feel invasive, having Jeongguk afraid of what they’ll see if they look at him for too long.
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lost & found
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✦𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣, 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 — 𝙫𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠
✦85𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 10/10 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚
✦𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙪, 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙢𝙞𝙣, 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮
✦𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠
#bts fic#vminkook#vminkook fic#taekookmin#vmk fic#wonderaus#my fics#ao3 fic#taehyung#jimin#jungkook#chaptered fic#complete fic#college au#bts college au#hurt/comfort#bts hurt/comfort#vmk
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Ahhh ok so my theory is more like while she would not be thrilled about the arranged marriage she would still be willing to do it and LOWKEY wants a “stable” relationship just so she could have something (or someone in this case) to rely on. Like while Jungkook is still denying everything she’s like “… ok so we have cake tasting today and I booked your suit fitting for tomorrow 🫥” . Just based on you’re reply I’m holding out hope for that first part haha but I’m just so excited to read more from this universeee!!!
I feel like this next part isn’t really cannon but I kind of pictured OC being a little upset everytime she hears Jungkook complain about having to marry her. Maybe at first it was like ok whatever idc what he thinks but then after a while it turns into “what’s so bad about me/what did I do that he is so upset about marrying me?” but she wouldn’t show it obvi. I feel like these two would barely communicate about how they feel at first but maybe during an argument or an emotional situation someone would say something which would open the door to them actually exploring their relationship. I hope you enjoyed my super long rambling :) can’t wait to see what you put out I really do love your writing ❤️
OOF I LOVE THIS you're correct for the most part!! NAUR NEVER APOLOGIZE you're right on the money about the second part!! It starts getting demoralizing for her to hear Jungkook continuously lament about their marriage and not care about it at all, to the point in which it just festers these deeply rooted issues between them that explode at one point. Jungkook learns to work through his flaws and his oc learns how to deal with her trauma!!
#oof the way jungkook's wifey is so different from taehyung's#some seriously bad stuff happened to jungkook's wife :(((#and it completely changed her personality#anon#fic: to turn a bad thing good#sammy's inbox
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Hi loves!
So a fake text au with Vmin went up today as well as chapter 4 of Guardians of Stone!
I would love to know what everyone thinks!
I will be working on an update for the JK story, Completely Bananas tonight so if all goes well we'll get a new update tomorrow!
Who misses Jax from CB? Lil cutie!
#fic: guardians of stone#fic: GoS#fic: completely bananas#fic: CB#kim taehyung#park jimin#poly bts#bts#jeon jungkook
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15.30 Appointement : Kim Taehyung For Jeon Jungkook (geniale piercing) - by PaperTigersBlackAndWhite
Summary:
Taehyung makes a bet, the forfeit of which is getting his dick pierced.
He loses the bet.
Good thing the piercer has nice eyes. And face. And hands. Not so nice that he seems to keep laughing at Taehyung, but you can't have everything.
Tattoo parlor
Tattoo artist & Piercer JK
Strangers to Lovers
Fluff & Humor
19.818k
Completed
#tattoo parlor au#tattoo artist#piercer#tattoo artist & piercer jk#strangers to lovers#smut#top jungkook#bottom taehyung#30k and under#completed#fluff#fluff & humor#taekook ao3#taekook recs#taekook fics rec#taekook fic#taekook fics#ao3#kookv fics#kookv ao3
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Blind Switch by Charmander
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26998771
14 Chapters (226,504 words) + Sequel
Tropes/Tags: Opposites Attract, Jockey Jungkook, City Boy Jimin, Enemies (?) to Lovers
"When Jimin’s parents decide he needs to straighten out his life in order to earn his trust fund, they send him to his grandparents’ ranch where he meets prestigious horse trainer and jockey, Jeon Jungkook.
Jimin has always gotten his way before, but Jungkook is used to working with anything and anyone stubborn, and Jimin may have just met his match."
#charmander#opposites attract#enemies to lovers#completed#chaptered fic#fav#jikook#jimin and jungkook#jikook fic#ao3 fanfic
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