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CLOSER (TO YOU)
small jungkook bang bang sex time as my first official non-nsfw-alphabet post teehee………. i miss this man soooo bad guys it’s close to killing me😭😭😭😭 i was looping closer to you on the train when i thought this up bc the song just ignited something heady and hot and fast in my brain nd i needed to get it down!!!!!!!!! i hope u all enjoy……. i’m also working on sfw/longer fics so bare with me through the seemingly unending nsfw while i do😭😭
i really recommend listening to closer to you while you read to properly discern the DESPERATIONNNN behind this fic
wc: 1402
content warnings : smut below the cut, pwp, cunnilingus, piv sex, creampie, no dialogue!
MDNI !
You and Jungkook are fighting to release each other’s lips as you fumble your way through the front door. He kicks it shut, pressing you firmly against the wood as his hands find purchase at your waist, gripping tightly. He’s straining against his trousers, like the way you can feel your panties dampening under your silk dress. He’s licking expertly licking into your mouth, hungrily, suckling on your tongue and drawing moans out of you. You pull away to breathe a little, giggling with your head thrown back against the door at both of your determination. Jungkook chuckles in suit, attaching his lips to your neck sweetly as you expose your neck to him. His fingers dig further into your skin when he presses his hips into you - you gasp at the feeling of his hardening length pressing into your pelvis. His kisses are slow as he trails them up and down from your jaw to your collar; he nibbles gently, hand sliding up to caress the side of your tit. You sigh. Jungkook pulls back for a second, eyes on your body as both of his hands dance slowly down the length of your dress, scrunching it up to reveal your heat to him, slowly. He observes you, a dark glint in his eye as your chest heaves with desire. You watch as he sinks to the floor, his eyes boring holes into your skin.
The moan that leaves your throat is crude as Jungkook attaches his lips to your clothed cunt, tongue running along the folds. You clench your eyes shut when he pushes his nose into you, goosebumps raising on your skin when it presses against your clit. He holds the length of your dress up against your hip, nuzzling into your pussy like a man starved, and you throw your leg up and over his shoulder when he taps your thigh. You can barely see him, his face covered by the red silk of your dress, but you can feel when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and drag them down slowly. He’s quick to dive back in when your pussy his finally exposed to him, his ministrations fast and desperate as he licks into your cunt with the same fervour he had when kissing you. Your hands fly to grip his scalp, bucking into him as your panties slide further down and he takes it into his own hands to pull them off you completely. His hands slide up from your calf to your thigh, before joining his mouth at your entrance. He plunges his middle finger in deep, to the knuckle, curling it against the spongy walls of your insides with precision. The noises he’s making are dirty, wet in way you can’t describe. He sucks expertly at your clit, finger pushing in and out repeatedly as you cream around him.
When a second finger slides into you, you feel your body curl into itself, your grip on his scalp tightening. Jungkook hisses, taking the stinging pain in stride as he continues mouth-fucking you. He pumps his fingers as deep as they can go, brushing against your g-spot almost teasingly, drawing moan after moan from your lips. You can feel your resolve beginning to break, the band holding you from climax bending aggressively before snapping, sending you hurling into an orgasm. Your walls pulse around Jungkook’s fingers as he fucks you through it, kissing and licking at your folds and clit while you come down. When you begin to twitch from overstimulation, he finally pulls out, standing up to loom back over you before taking his fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks your essence from his knuckles gently, his free hand moving back to your hip to press himself against you once again. You close your eyes, the bulge of his hardened member pressing into you erotically. You can barely move.
It's unsurprising when Jungkook picks you up in your daze, swinging you over his shoulder unceremoniously as he carries you to his bedroom. The passion from before still lingers when he throws you down as gently as he can, crawling over you. His mouth finds yours once again, reigniting the flame within your belly as you moan into his mouth. He smirks. Your hands fumble at his belt, parting from him as you desperately work against the buckle and his zip. He shoves them down, alongside his underwear, and shrugs them off, resuming his position over you to press his lips against yours. His dick presses against your thigh. He’s gentler with your clothes, fingers tucking under the thin bands of your dress delicately, letting them fall off your shoulder as he presses kiss after kiss onto your mouth. He leans back from you for only a second to grip at the hem and pull the fabric over your head, exposing you to him finally. He sighs happily. He seems unable to detach himself from your lips, diving back in to taste you hungrily, yet tenderly. You gasp when his finger finds your bra strap, pinging it against your skin with a breathy chuckle, urging you to sit up a little while his hands unclasp it from the back. He sits back this time, keen to watch as you slide the bra off your chest slowly, your breasts drooping from the cups. He watches for a short while, his eyes darting between your tits, watching your nipples grow impossibly harder from the chill in the air as they’re exposed.
You lay back. He tilts his head a little, still sat up as he reaches down to take one of your breasts in his large hand, thumb rolling over your nipple tenderly. His touch is achingly slow, finger joining his thumb to pinch you, and you sigh. He finally knocks himself out of his trance when he feels his dick twitch, and watches you observe before leaning back over you to kiss you once again. You clench around nothing when his length presses against your skin again, moaning as he grabs it and jabs his tip into your clit teasingly. He allows himself to thrust between your dripping folds a few times, lubing himself up before aligning himself with your entrance and pushing in, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. His thrusts are immediately desperate, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he drives into you quickly. Your hands fly around the back of his head, pressing him into your shoulder as you both moan. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, fingers sure to bruise as he pounds himself into you, unrelenting when you clench and groan and scratch at his back. He presses a chaste kiss to your collar, hands dropping to your thighs to help lift your hips ever so slightly off to bed to push himself even deeper. Your eyes widen, his tip prodding at your cervix deliciously with every thrust.
When his breathing becomes heavier against your skin, you can tell he’s close. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously. Jungkook practically growls when he feels you tighten around him, your walls pushing him out as your climax nears. He lifts his head up from your shoulder, eyes dark with desire when he fixes his gaze on you and dives into your lips for a final time. You kiss him back with equal fervour, fingers dancing expertly across your nub as Jungkook pile-drives into your pussy. His free hand comes up to play desperately with your tit, squeezing the flesh and rolling his palm against your hardened nipple. It’s enough to send you over the edge once more, your breath hitching against his unstopping lips as your cunt clenches tightly around him over and over. He presses his forehead against yours, lifting your hip even higher with a grunt as his hips stutter. His eyes search yours desperately, brows furrowed when he buries himself to the hilt and lets out a shaky breath, cum flooding your womb as he makes short thrusts at your cervix. He swallows, and you watch him carefully as he lets go of your thigh, pulling out and collapsing beside you.
You can feel his cum dribble pathetically out of your entrance, his loud snores permeating through the air. You chuckle, pulling him closer to you and nestling into his chest. Cleaning up can come later.
a/n 🗒️ tysm for reading !!!!!! all ur support n likes n reblogs mean the world to me🥺 pls dont be shy to send me asks/requests if u want i am completely open to anything even if u just wanna talk !!!!
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When You’re Hurt
Ot7x Reader- BTS Reactions Pt.1
JHope, Suga, Jungkook
Summary: How each member reacts when you have been harmed or injured.
Warnings 🚨: Mentions of harm, accidents, and assault
Authors note: I won’t be writing for a while (a week or so). I am starting my new blog dedicated to poetry and positivity. I will keep this one as a random blog with an emphasis on my writing. Enjoy :)
JHope
I was in a rush this morning trying to make sure I wasn’t late for work again. I grabbed my tote bag and ran out the door. I clicked for the elevator to come up but it was taking forever. I glanced over to see the empty stairway. In a split decision I took the stairs. I ran down the first flight with no problems, it was the second that was a mistake. My tote got caught between my legs and I tripped flying down each step until I made it to the bottom.
I was in shock of what had happened. My body was completely sore. My work pants were torn up to my thigh. I had a cut on the palm of my hand and my cheek felt numb. I managed to prop myself up and limp back up the stairs.
I got back to my apartment and limped over to the couch. I shuffled through my pocket and grabbed my phone. The screen was shattered but I had to text my boss. I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but it didn’t hurt to try to save my job.
My body was in so much pain. I sat on the couch trying to figure out how I was going to get up and how I was going to explain this to Hobi. I managed to gain the strength to get up. I slowly walked into the bathroom. I turned on the light and was surprised to see my reflection in the mirror. I had a cut above my eyebrow, bruises on my arm, and a little bit of blood on my shirt.
I heard the front door open and panicked. Hobi wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour. I got undressed quickly and hopped in the shower. Once I got out, I grabbed one of Hobi’s sweat sets and headed back into the living room. Hobi was laying on the couch scrolling through his phone.
“Hey you.” I said trying not to sound or look suspicious. Hobi was surprised to see me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
“I had an accident so I called out.”
He sat up from the couch and grabbed my shattered phone shaking it in the air. I got caught. Not to mention me standing up was not making me feel any better.
“I fell down the stairs.” I sat down next to him. I lifted my sleeve and showed him my bruises. He was freighted by how badly the fall was. It had gotten worse and the bruises were becoming more visible.
“We should go to the hospital to make sure you’re okay. This doesn’t look good Y/N.” He lifted my legs so I could lay down.
“Hobi I swear I am okay. I am a little sore is all.” I tried to sit up and winced in pain. Hobi hated that I was in pain like this. He got up and got me an ice pack. He placed it on my legs to help soothe the swelling.
The entire day Hobi watched over me. He made sure I was okay and ate. He tended to all my needs with gentleness.
When night time rolled around I was starting to feel a lot better. Hobi tucked me into bed and gave me a kiss on my forehead. I could tell something was still bothering him though. He got in on his side and sat in silence for a second.
“Why did you try to hide that you fell? Were you afraid I would judge you or something?” Hobi looked at me concerned.
“It was embarrassing, plus it was my last warning I had and this is how I might lose my job. I was ashamed.” Hobi snuggled next to me, letting me be the little spoon.
“I want you to be safe. Plus your boss is a jerk, so maybe this is a good thing.” I turned over to face him. His eyes darted up at my red cheeks and cut on my eyebrow. He kissed me. “Regardless, I will always be here for you especially in times of need.”
Suga
I woke up completely disoriented. I heard loud sirens make their way near me. I pushed the airbag down so I could see better. I crawled out the car and to the side of the road. My body went numb and I blacked out.
When I finally came to, I was in the hospital. Yoongi was holding my hand as if he had been waiting for a long time impatiently. Once he noticed I was up, he got up from his seat and started crying. He hugged me tightly but stopped once I winced in pain.
“I’m so glad you woke up.” Tears flowed down his cheeks. A painful image I couldn’t stand to see because seeing him cry made me cry. He let me go and sat back down.
“What happened Yoongi?” I was terrified. I looked around and could see I was in the hospital. My body was sore and my boyfriend was crying. I knew whatever happened must have been bad.
“You got into a car accident. The car flipped and when they found you, you were passed out on the side of the road. I thought I lost you.” I grabbed his hand in a poor attempt to comfort him. I couldn’t put my emotions into words. I couldn’t remember what happened and it was becoming too much.
Everyday Yoongi came to the hospital with some kind of gift. He made sure I kept my head on straight while my memory on the accident came back. He showered me with love and reminded me how beautiful I am. Since the accident, my face was banged up to the point that it was hard to look in the mirror. Yoongi made sure to uplift me when I couldn’t do it myself.
A week later, I was discharged from the hospital. Yoongi took a temporary leave of absence from tour to take care of me. He made sure I got into a routine. When I couldn’t sleep, he was up late with me. He drove me everywhere until I got comfortable with the idea of being back behind the wheel.
Yoongi was fixing us dinner when he finally opened up. He put the bowl in front on me and sat down. I still had some bruising but it had gotten a lot better. Yoongi stared at me for a second before he mustered up the courage to speak.
“I could’ve lost you Y/N. I can’t live a life without you. I love you and seeing you like that broke me.” Tears started to form in his eyes.
“Yoongi.” Was all I could say at first. I couldn’t see him hurt more from my suffering. “I am always going to be here. Yoongi you are my home and I will always fight for that.” He kissed my hand. I grabbed my napkin and dried my tears. I smiled at him and started eating dinner. I was so glad that after everything Yoongi was the one by my side.
Jung Kook
Jungkook and I were in the middle on an intense argument. We had never gotten to the point of yelling at each other or me feeling like I needed to get away from him.
“Y/N stop acting this way. I’m tired of you getting upset over little things.” I looked at him appalled.
“This wasn’t little to me. I asked you to be there for a reason. We had this planned in advance. It was important to me.” Jungkook stood there with nothing left to say. I grabbed my phone and hurriedly walked out of the apartment. I ran out the building with Jungkook following behind.
It was raining outside but I didn’t care. My clothes were drenched and I could hear Jungkook yelling for me in the back. Luckily, there weren’t that many people on the street. We were not causing too much of a scene.
I stopped to cross the street. Jungkook caught up to me and grabbed my arm. I ripped my arm away from him. I looked both ways and crossed the street not saying a word to him. Suddenly, I heard my name. I looked and was blinded by headlights.
I landed on the ground. My body was completely numb. Jungkook swooped me up in his arms and held me. He kept yelling for someone to get help. I looked at him and started to cry from the pain. Jungkook wiped my tears away. I was trying my hardest not to panic but for all I knew this could be the end.
“I’m gonna get help okay?” Jungkook was about to leave but I pleaded for him to stay with me. I didn’t want to have to be left alone. I could feel my body getting weaker. Jungkook held me tightly in his arms. He shuffled trying to keep his composure. “Y/N, please stay awake.” He gently tapped my face, but I was too tired.
When I came to I was in the ambulance. Jungkook was holding my hand. I pulled it on my stomach so he would know I was okay. Once he noticed, I could see relief fill his body. He knew I was going to be okay and I knew he was never going to abandon me.
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Over The Odds | The Confession
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook
Word count - 5.5k
Jungkook reacts badly when you run into your ex in the club
warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, alcohol, jk & oc yell at each other, oc is a brat
FULL SERIES COLLECTION
Y/N: Jungkook, there’s no easy way to say this but I have feelings for you. I know that goes against the contract but I wanna be honest with you. You’re the person I wanna be with, and if that means that we have to end things because you don’t feel the same then so be it… At least you know how I feel
No, you can’t send that – so you choose to delete it and throw your head back with a frustrated groan. If only it could be that simple, if only you had the courage to press send. Wishful thinking on your part to be so naïve to think that things will all work out in the end. Life isn’t a romantic comedy where boy meets girl, they fall in love and live happily ever after, no, life is more…complicated.
It’s a Friday night and you’re standing at the bar in some high end nightclub in London, Jimin had dragged you here almost an hour ago and you’re already over it. The club is full of people your age all dressed to perfection, not a single stain or wrinkle on their authentic designer clothes – you too have scrubbed up for the occasion, settling for a very short deep red dress that exposes your entire back and just enough of your breasts to get the barman’s attention:
“What can I get you?” He can barely keep his eyes zoned in your face as they flicker to your chest with a smile.
“Gin sling please, extra lime. A double.” You hold up two digits, your expression remaining unimpressed at the stranger ogling your cleavage. “And two bottles of beer, any kind.”
After paying you head back to your booth where Jimin and Taehyung are sitting, both wearing white dress shirts and coloured slacks. The dynamic between them is surprising to you, at first you were adamant that your best friend and Jungkook’s best friend were romantically involved, but you’ve come to learn that Taehyung isn’t gay, though apparently Jimin did make a move on him the night they met that he’s rather embarrassed about now.
It's nice that Jimin has a ‘guy-friend’ he can confide in, you’ve been his only friend for such a long time and usually straight men weren’t interested in befriending him because of a little thing called homophobia – Taehyung isn’t like that though, he’s sweet and kind and in many ways he reminds you of Jimin, especially when he always seems to be flirting with, well, Jimin.
“Are you sure you guys aren’t fucking?” You snort, sliding onto the seat opposite them putting down the drinks, gesturing to the way Tae’s hand rests on Jimin’s upper thigh below the table. “I didn’t come here to third wheel all night.”
Taehyung immediately retracts his veiny hand and grins, “You know it’s quite rude to ask people about their sex lives Y/N.”
“Why is it?” You shrug with a playful expression, “You know everything about mine.” You wink, and Jimin doubles over in fits of hysterical laughter.
“Touché,” Tae chuckles, raising his beer in a cheers, “To Y/N becoming a member of the mile high club last week.”
Jimin’s eyes almost pop out of his skull and his mouth falls open so wide you’re certain you could fit your entire fist in there if you tried, “What?! You didn’t tell me you fucked—”
“On Guk’s private jet, twice.” Taehyung returns your wink with a devilish smirk and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you clink your glass against his beer. Both he and Jimin look very handsome tonight, their toned chests peak out through the tops of their shirts, Jimin has his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his ‘13’ tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, though it’s almost concealed beneath a gold watch that you’re pretty certain belongs to Taehyung. You can’t help yourself from teasing the pair even further.
“Even finishing each other’s sentences, cute.” You hum, taking a sip of the alcohol, “Looks like I need to have a word with Jungkook about what he says to you when I’m not there.” You laugh, shaking your head.
“Ah, you have no idea… The things I know.” Taehyung sighs with a genuine smile, and Jimin still looks massively offended that he’d been kept out of the loop for almost a week.
“Hold on, you weren’t going to tell me that you fucked on his private jet?” Jimin is laughing, one hand dramatically clutching his chest as the other grips his beer.
“Twice.” Taehyung nods, holding up two slender fingers adorned with tiny silver rings.
While Jimin is ranting and raving about how you’re his best friend in the entire world and you’re supposed to tell him about every sordid detail of your sex life, you glance around the club quickly. The music is loud enough to have the glossy black floor pulsating and you can feel the beat beneath your black stiletto heels. It’s a bright flash from a camera man facing your direction that snaps you out of your daze, winning you to settle back on Jimin’s melt down.
“—And I can’t believe that you’d keep something like that from me! You know how much I live for the dirty details, like when he fingered you in his limo I died I love that story so much!”
“I’m sorry, next time I fuck Jungkook I’ll be sure to film it.” You snort, fighting the smirk that threatens to tug your features over the fact you’ve already done that. You look at Taehyung who’s watching Jimin, he doesn’t seem phased by your words and so you concur that’s one story Jungkook hasn’t told him. Thank god.
“You’d better! Where is he tonight anyways?” Jimin’s question is innocent enough yet it makes you tense up.
“I don’t know.” You’re honest, gulping your drink to ease the sting of reality, “Haven’t spoken to him.”
“He’ll be here soon.” Taehyung’s words earn you to almost choke on your drink, the bubbles finding their way to your nose. Fuck.
Jimin gives you a knowing look, “So he’s coming tonight?”
“He will be if Y/N has anything to do with it.” Tae’s grin is bright and boxy, borderline childlike. It’s not that he’s immature because he’s actually a very well-respected man, but his sense of humour is almost identical to yours - he loves to wind people up you’ve noticed.
You laugh along with his joke and soon conversation between the two men flows naturally as you prepare yourself for Jungkook’s arrival, you haven’t seen him since you’d got back from Bora Bora. Sure you were still texting each other every day but you haven’t even heard his voice in almost a week, he’s been busy at work and you’ve been somewhat avoiding him, unwilling to face the reality of the situation at hand. The men across for you are posing for a picture together when you realise your drink is now empty, earning you to stand up and let them know you’ll be right back.
The barman sees you straight away, well, he’s staring at your breasts but thankfully manages to peel his gaze away long enough to make you another gin sling.
“Thanks.” You mutter, immediately turning your back to him.
The club is crowded and hot, the music sounds louder and in turn it’s a lot harder to have any rational thoughts inside, so you choose to head toward the outdoor smoking area for some air and a few selfish moments to think. You’d arranged to meet Jungkook tomorrow for a talk, tonight is supposed to be a night out with your best friend to gather strength and prepare for battle. Battle being you trying to convince your sugar daddy that having an actual relationship isn’t such a bad thing, in fact, being in a relationship with him would be perfect. Except now he’s meeting you and the others out tonight, you have an unknown amount of time to muster the courage to speak to him.
“God…” You exhale, bare back leaning against the brick wall of the building with your glass in hand.
“Y/N?”
You look for the owner of the voice in the smoking area, it’s when your eyes land on a tall dimpled man already staring in your direction that you realise who’s calling for you.
“Namjoon.” You half-smile, fuck, as if this night could get any worse.
He walks over holding a neon orange vape which surprises you to say the least, he’d always been the epitome of health so the fact he vapes now catches you off guard. You’re frowning, gesturing towards the orange stick he holds as he stands in front of you.
“But what would your parents say?” You gasp comically, his dad was the one who forced Joon to go to medical school in the first place, his mother was also an anti-smoker along with being one of the most insufferable, overbearing people you’d ever met. If she had it her way he would still be attached to her via the umbilical cord, let alone the apron strings.
Namjoon’s wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt tucked into jeans, judging by the several other men outside wearing something similar it would be fair to assume he’s on some kind of stag do or themed night out tonight. Jimin’s words scratch their way to the front of your mind, this man still loves you. Shit. You sigh aloud again, winning a frown to form on your ex-boyfriend’s profile.
“They’d only have an opinion if they found out.” His face shifts to a smile bright and wide, “Why are you out here? You don’t smoke.”
“Too crowded in there, needed some fresh air.”
“So you came to arguably the most polluted area of the club to get fresh air…” He chuckles, cocking his head to one side akin to a Labrador puppy, “Makes sense.”
A puff of air comes from your nose as you smile, “Yeah I guess you’re right, anyways I should head back inside I’m sure Jimin’s worried.” He’s definitely not worried, Taehyung will be keeping him more than occupied.
“Jimin?” Joon’s brows raise, “Figured you’d be here with Jungkook.”
“Uh, no just Jimin and another friend. But Jungkook’s on his way now actually,” You clear your throat awkwardly, “So I should…”
“Yeah, um, well it’s nice to see you anyway.” Your ex boyfriend steps closer, his features turning serious, awe-stricken “You look …amazing.”
Two years of no contact and now you’re bumping into him twice in a matter of weeks, not ideal. For the first time in a long time you watch his eyes drag themselves up your curves you feel… nothing. You finally feel nothing romantic for Namjoon, there’ll always be a soft spot in your heart for him, he was your first love after all, but there’s no spark anymore, not like there used to be. The only thing on your mind is getting back inside and speaking to Jungkook when he arrives, Namjoon may have been your everything in the past but Kook is your present, and dare you say it, hopefully your future too.
“Thanks. It’s nice to see you.” You genuinely smile, it is nice to see that he’s doing well for himself, but what’s nicer is that your heart doesn’t ache for him anymore, it’s a relief to say the least. “Have a good night.”
“I’ll see you in a little bit yeah?” His words catch you off guard, is he inviting himself to join you later? Sure, Jungkook’s gonna love that.
“Another time.” Your hand grazes his shoulder in a strictly platonic fashion, though his muscles tense under your palm and you cringe. Maybe Jimin was right, maybe it is hard for him to see you, you feel guilty, “Sorry,” You pull away, “I’ll see you around.”
“Y/N wait.” Namjoon gently grips your wrist as you begin to walk off, he looks hurt, there’s a glisten in his eyes that screams sincerity, “I owe you an apology, I shouldn’t have left things… Left you… Ah, I’m sorry. Really I feel like a—”
“Y/N? You okay?” Jimin’s eyes are wide and round with shock as they find your figure standing with Namjoon’s, his grip still on your wrist, “Hey man.” He says softly, though he still looks surprised.
“I’m okay.” You smile, pulling your hand away from the doctor, “I’m gonna head back in, so… Have a good night.”
“I’ll try, you have a good time and get home safe yeah?”
Without warning Namjoon pulls you in for a hug, his long arms effortlessly wrapping round your frame. It’s at this moment you realise he’s very drunk, his behaviour making a little more sense to you. He still wears the same cologne as he used to, the smell floods your senses and for a moment you’re right back to two years ago. Weakly returning his hug you clear your throat, beginning to feel awkward and confused by how warm and familiar his body feels against yours. It’s when you pull away from him you catch him staring at you with loving eyes, you clear your throat again and turn to face Jimin – who’s now joined by Taehyung, and Jungkook.
“See you around Joon.” You feign a smile, heart hammering inside your chest from the new found nervousness that’s crashed down on your body.
Facing your small group of friends you feel small. Jungkook looks fucking gorgeous as always, he’s wearing a black shirt that’s almost ripping from his huge muscles that sit beneath, tucked into black skinny jeans worn with his usual LV belt – the same belt you’d been bound by countless times, you blush. His jaw is set so tight that it could snap, his eyes zoned in on Namjoon who hasn’t seemed to notice your fake boyfriend’s presence, since he’s still watching you closely, unphased by the other men.
“Actually Y/N I really need to talk to you about how we ended—”
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Jimin’s voice is obnoxiously loud as he intervenes, standing between you both, “Come on let’s have a drink and a boogy for old times’ sake? I’ll catch up with you guys soon yeah? Come on man.” Jimin drags Namjoon away, back into the club.
“I’m gonna,” Taehyung points to the door the other men just entered, “Yeah I’m gonna-, okay.” He nods, wasting no time in literally running away, leaving you standing there nursing your gin sling with Jungkook, who doesn’t appear to have a drink.
“Hey.” You’re the first to speak, closing the distance between your bodies as you wrap one arm round his shoulder in a half-hug.
“Hey.” Jungkook breathes into the crook of your neck, thankfully he returns the body contact and wraps his strong arms round your middle, squeezing you lightly. His fingers delicately trace your spine before he pulls away, looking down at the way your dress clings to your body in all the right places.
“Wanna get out of here?”
“God, yes.” You half laugh half sigh, you were over this place pretty soon after arriving, and trust Jungkook to be the only person to notice.
“Finish your drink first.” His expression is unreadable.
You take a few sips from the glass, peering at him with curious eyes, “Where’s yours?”
“Don’t have one, I came outside to see if you wanted anything before I went to the bar.”
“Ah.” Is all you manage to say, feeling super awkward for some reason, “You look great tonight.”
“Mmm.” He hums, neither agreeing or disagreeing, this entire interaction is so awkward and unlike you both that you feel uncomfortable. Silence ensues, and so you guzzle the rest of your drink while he watches, planting the empty glass on a nearby table when you’re done.
“Come here.” Jungkook laces his fingers with yours and leads you through the crowd.
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The car ride to Jungkook’s apartment was silent, and not because you were too busy making out or fucking each other to speak, no, it was genuinely silent. As was the elevator ride up to his penthouse, and the last fifteen minutes you’ve been sitting on his large sofa in the lounge. Silent.
“Is everything okay?” You finally ask.
“Was he good to you?” Jungkook’s voice Is hoarse, he’s sitting right next to you but you’ve never felt further away, “I mean before you broke up or whatever happened, was he good to you? Did he make you happy?”
“Why are you-“
“Please just answer the question Y/N. Were you happy with him?” His arm rests comfortably on the back of the sofa behind you, his legs are spread wide enough for one of his knees to be touching your thigh. Much like back at the club his expression is still unreadable, you have no idea what’s gotten into him but you’ve never seen him act this way before.
“Kook… Are you okay?” You choose to ignore his question as you turn your body to face him properly, throwing both legs over one of his thick thighs. He looks tired you notice, as he rests his inked hand on your exposed knee.
“The way he looked at you…” He sighs, closing his eyes.
“Jungkook,” A shaky breath leaves your lips, “Is that why you’re being so weird? Because Namjoon and I broke up two years ago…”
“You still didn’t answer my question, did he make you happy before?” Jungkook’s looking at you now, there’s a glimmer of desperation in his eyes that makes your chest tight – he’s jealous.
“Why does any of that matter? It was two years ago.”
He scoffs, popping the inside of his cheek with his tongue, seemingly unimpressed that you don’t want to have this conversation with him, “Just answer the question Y/N.”
“It doesn’t matter it was two—”
“For once can you not be a brat about this and just answer the fucking question?!” Jungkook pushes you away and stands up to look down at you, he’s never raised his voice at you until now. His chest is heaving up and down with each ragged breath, his brows are risen expectantly as he runs his shaky fingers through his hair.
“I-,” You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out, you’re in a state of shock that Jungkook is shouting at you and he won’t explain why. “Why are you yelling at me?”
“Because I need to know if Namjoon is a good man! I need to know... If you were happier with him than you are now, with me.”
He pauses with a regretful expression, “I’m sorry,” He calms his breathing as he rubs his face, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Y/N I’m so sorry.” He sits back down, leaving a little bit of space between your bodies. He’s sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. “That wasn’t okay, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”
“Is this because he was at the club? Because nothing happened.” Your voice is quiet.
“I know.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but… Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” You swallow, this gets his attention. He’s looking at you with apologetic eyes, you already know he’s genuinely sorry for shouting but something tells you he’s still unwilling to explain why. And so you stand up from the sofa and smooth out your dress, preparing to leave.
“Don’t go Y/N.” Jungkook pleads, “Stay the night, please.”
“I’m not really in the mood anymore.” You bite, “You’ve barely said a word to me all night and then when you do speak to me you’re screaming at me about something that happened years ago!” It’s your turn to raise your voice. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, or maybe it’s because he shouted first, but you put it down to the fact you’re so frustrated with yourself for not having the courage to tell him how you feel – that’s why you’re yelling.
“I’ve never pried into your past, never, not once, so why the hell are you suddenly obsessing over mine?”
“I know, you’ve been more than understanding of my situation... I’m sorry.” He’s calm now, a lot calmer than you are as he stands up, his figure towering over yours.
“Whatever I got up to before we met is none of your damn business.” You scoff, ignoring his apology when he comes closer, close enough to plant his hands on your waist. As much as you hate to admit it you feel yourself slowly melt beneath his touch. This is the Jungkook you’re familiar with, the sexy control freak that knows every way to turn you on and calm you down.
“I know,” His hands snake their way up to your face where he cups your cheeks, looking you dead in the eyes, “I guess I just wanted to know if he was a better boyfriend than me.”
“Kook…” You’re rightfully confused at the way he just indirectly referred to himself as your boyfriend, but the look on his face makes you forget all about his outburst - he looks so sad. Your own hands find purchase on his wrists, holding them gently as you get lost in his dark almond eyes, “You have no reason to be jealous, I don’t have feelings for Namjoon. And yeah, he was good to me once but… Then he left, and... I don’t feel anything for him now.” Your voice is merely a whisper.
To this he nods quietly as he hangs onto your every word, though his features flash with something smug, maybe even a little triumphant before he turns serious,
“I’m sorry for yelling at you, I think that’s the first time I’ve raised my voice at someone other than Taehyung, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I never lose my temper… I promise it won’t happen again.”
“It better not, if it does it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” You give a lazy smile, nuzzling your head into his hands realising this is your golden opportunity, fuck it. It’s now or never, “Listen, since I’m already here there’s something I should probably tell you...”
“Me first.” Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, one of his hands makes it’s way to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. You’re in a daze, completely intoxicated by his expensive cologne and how warm his body feels against yours. Your hands move to his waist, where you wrap them round his rock hard body, bracing yourself for emotional destruction.
“No, I really need to get this off my chest, Jungkook… I know,” You sigh, “I know that this goes against—”
“Y/N. Let me speak, please.”
“No I really need to say this,” You exhale again, this time more dramatically as you squeeze his middle tighter and close your eyes. “You should know that—”
Jungkook cuts you off, pulling you to face him when he clamps one hand over your mouth, taking a beat to look at you before finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he speaks:
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
You immediately pull away from his grip and stumble back a few steps, unable to do anything other than blink at him, you’re in a state of total shock, this is not what you expected at all. He’s smiling awkwardly, exposing his perfectly white teeth, there’s something about his face that implies he’s nervous, yet also relieved. He shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.
“Ironic isn’t it? How I was the one who told you not to get feelings for me, made you sign a piece of paper as if that would help, and here I am,” He shakes his head in disbelief, “Falling deeper and deeper every day. I have so much fun when we’re together Y/N, and it’s not even about the sex… This is the happiest I’ve ever been, I look forward to seeing you… When I’m not getting jealous about your ex anyway. And when I saw him looking at you like that… Ah, I can’t believe I’m saying this, I guess I did get jealous yeah, maybe even scared. I just don’t wanna be another guy who regrets letting you go.” He cringes, you can tell he hates these types of conversations which only makes his confession even more heartfelt.
“Kook.” You’re grinning, it feels as though a huge weight has been lifted from you, knowing that he feels the same way about you. Stepping closer to him you wrap your arms round his broad shoulders, and he snakes his own arms round your waist.
“Well you haven’t stormed out yet, I hope that’s a good sign?” He’s laughing anxiously as he darts his tongue out over his lips to wet them.
“What I was going to say, before you rudely interrupted me,” You playfully smack the back of his neck, to which he comically rolls his eyes, “Is that I… I don’t want to be your sugar baby anymore. I’d rather be your girlfriend, your actual girlfriend. If you’ll let me. I think I’m falling for you too.”
“Y/N…”
“Mmm?” You can’t help but giggle, you’ve never seen Jungkook look cute before but that’s exactly how he looks right now, usually he’s some kind of perfect sex god carved from stone, the complete opposite of vulnerable, still sexy, man who’s looking down at you with an ear-to-ear grin.
“You have no idea what you’ve just fucking done.” His voice is low.
“Oh I do.” You sigh, cupping his sharp jaw in one hand, “That’s why I said it, I was planning to say it tomorrow but I figured I’m here now, and since you already said that you want this…” You plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, not missing the way he melts beneath your touch.
“Well I was planning to tell you in Bora Bora, but then you went and fell asleep.”
Oh. You blush, this is what he wanted to talk to you about that night – you’d pretended to be asleep to avoid the conversation entirely, believing it would end in your separation. Whoops.
“I-, Um, I wasn’t actually asleep…” You’re embarrassed, hiding your face in his neck, “I pretended to be asleep cause I thought you were going to end things with me and I didn’t wanna deal with that.” You say in a hurry, eyes squeezed shut.
“What?! You… You’re such a brat, you know that right?” Jungkook chuckle sounds thick in his throat, thankfully he sounds more amused than offended.
“It’s been said before.”
“You’re a real pain in my ass sometimes.”
You shrug, pulling back from his neck until you’re nose-to-nose with him, the shine in his eyes makes you feel weak at the knees, “Mmm, what else are girlfriends for?”
Without a moment of hesitation Jungkook’s lips come crashing down on yours, so passionately and feverishly that your head spins. He’s kissing you with desperation, as though it’ll be the last time, the way he always does. It feels right, you melt like putty in his hands. It’s when he grips the back of your bare thighs and hoists you up that you yelp, wrapping your legs round his waist.
“I can think of a few things… How much have you had to drink?” His voice oozes seduction against your mouth, yet somehow he’s still showing self-restraint. Unlike you, already deepening the kiss into something much more heated when you slip your tongue into his mouth.
“I sobered up the second you started shouting.” You say between messy kisses with a half-laugh and wicked smile, “Guess you can find a way to make that up to me.”
“Mmm,” He moans, palming your ass cheeks as he brings his mouth to your neck, littering the skin with lewd open-mouthed kisses, “You’re such a fucking brat.”
“You love it.” You’re giggling against him, tugging the hairs at the back of his head as heat pools your core. “Please Jungkook, touch me…”
It’s not long before both your clothes are shed, mindlessly dotted around his apartment as you finally make it to his bedroom and have one hell of a night together. He fucks you for hours, hard and fast, then soft and slow, until you’re a shaking sobbing mess unravelling time and time again. His lips are magnetised to your body, he can’t stop kissing you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, your pussy. He can’t stop, nor does he want to, not even when you point out the sunrise.
You lay atop of the tussled bedsheets wrapped up in his arms, your head to his toned chest listening to the hammering of his heart as you watch the London skyline come to life. His inked hands gently squeeze your curves as his chest vibrates with a content hum.
“Fuck me, that was... Incredible.” He sighs.
“Which time?” You chuckle.
“Every time.” You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, “What are you doing the beginning of next month?” His voice is tired and croaky, understandably of course given he’d spent the entire night focussed on pleasuring you, the man might have an office job but he’d displayed some serious stamina in the last few hours.
“Kook I don’t even know what I’m doing today never mind in two weeks’ time.” You try to laugh but you’re exhausted. Your eyes begin to close on their own, he’s so warm around you that you know you’re going to doze off at any moment.
“Let’s go to Korea.” He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Can’t afford it, just lost my sugar daddy.” Even though you’re half asleep you’re grinning wide, it’s so easy to wind him up and you love it.
He tuts, playfully spanking you, “I’m serious, I want you to meet my parents.”
“What? You want me to meet your parents?! You’ve never even told me anything about them.” Your eyes fly open and you sit up fast enough to make your head visibly spin, which Jungkook obviously finds hilarious. He looks amazing, the tanned and tattooed skin of his his rock hard abs and muscular arms on full display, the sheets loosely draped over his hips. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him look vulnerable, he looks totally fucked-out, somehow he still manages to flash you a smile.
“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” He shrugs, ruffling his damp hair, “I wanna show you off.”
“I’ll think about it.” You collapse on top of him again, kissing his chest before your eyes close.
“Okay, I’ll book the tickets later.”
“Mmm.” You’re too exhausted to argue with him at this point, instead you make a mental note to resume this conversation later in the day when your body isn’t heavy and bruised.
“Y/N?” He cradles you, covering your entwined frames with the sheets.
“…What?” You sigh vaguely irritated, you’re so tired and your body is aching so hard that all you can think about is the sweet release of sleep. “What is it?” You groan, glancing up at him.
But for the first time ever Jungkook has fallen asleep before you, dark eyelashes tickle his cheeks and his lips are pouted, threatening to fall open at any second. He makes you so happy that you feel as though you could burst with pride, finally he’s yours, and you’re his. A light puff of air leaves your nostrils at the irony of the situation and you settle back down against him, quickly succumbing to slumber.
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Part 1 - The Surprise
I wrote something again and I felt like putting it out for you. :) English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for mistakes. This is technically a part one because I have a lot more written for these two, so if someone wants me to continue pleaser say so. :) It does get steamy after this. ;)
Warnings: Nothing, just major fluff
Pairing: Reader x Idol!Jungkook
Summary: You're busy working, when a special someone - aka you boyfriend - makes a surprise appearance.
Cursiv - Italien; Bold - Korean
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„Have you seen it? Jungkook and her being all over Town?”
“Yeah. I was really surprised, they were being out in the open like that.”
“Same. But they looked, like they had fun. Really carefree.”
“They looked in love.”
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It’s Wednesday and you are stressed. The Café you are working in is packed with people, some already eating the cute baked goods your boss still bakes all by herself in her little kitchen. Others waiting to get their orders placed at the table, and some (a lot) still standing in line to grab their wishes To Go.
“Here you go. Have a nice day”, you say, as you push another Cappuccino in a papercup over the counter. The next Customer is already lined up and you throw him a quick smile before tacking his order and turning around to prepare it. Putting the Cup under the Machine you hear rustling on the other side of the counter but choose to ignore it. Your Co-Workers can keep all these people in check, while you’ve got your hands full with serving. But when you turn around and put the coffee on the counter, you know exactly why there was a sudden shift in mood.
“Hi. Missed me?”
Your eyes start to water, your mouth hangs open the second you spot him across from you. He should not be here, not in your café and most definitely not in your country or even on your continent.
“What the hell...”, you mutter. You can’t move, even though he already started chuckling softly because of you reaction. “What are you doing here?”, you ask as a single tear rolls down your face. Your hands are shaking, and you feel like you just stepped in a movie.
“Surprise. Hug me?”, he says, still smiling, while biting his damn lip ring. He knows exactly what that is doing to you, but you can’t stop yourself from smiling. He really is here! Pushing yourself around the counter you make your way over to your boyfriend and fling your arms around his hips. His smell engulfs you and the tears are flowing freely, as he hugs you tight to him. He gives you a kiss to the head, before inhaling deeply. “God, really missed you.”
“Missed you too. A lot”, you say, between sniffles. As you slowly unwrap yourself from him you realize that he REALLY should not be here. Hugging you. In Public. You start looking around, seeing the faces of people who enjoy the heartwarming display of two lovers reuniting. But you also see the faces of a young group of friends, with knowing looks. “Jungkook, i don’t think this was wise. They’ll recognize you”, you say, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind the counter and into the – thankfully – empty breakroom. Closing the door, you turn around and take him in for the first time.
His hair is wild on his head, his black shirt hugging his torso just the way you like it, and the black cargo pants and biker boots make him look so delicious. He smirks at your gaze wandering up and down, walking over to you and putting his hands on your hips. “Give me a kiss, before you scold me for turning up unannounced?”, he pleads. You chuckle, because how could you say no to that?
Putting your hand behind his neck and into his hair, you pull him down until you feel his lips on yours. God, you’ve been waiting six whole weeks for this feeling. He kisses you, like he is feeling the same, soft but passionate. His hands circle around your waist, one grazing your ass, the other one between your shoulders. Minutes tick by until you must come up for air, looking into his eyes. You smile. That boy holds every piece of your heart.
“Your shift over in 20 minutes, will you do me the favor of leaving on time and spending the night with me?”, he asks, and you laugh. “Course I will. But you stay here until I’m done, Army is gonna have a field day with this, anyway”, you speak, before giving his hand a squeeze and returning to your job.
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Falling in love with Jungkook wasn’t something you ever planned on when you met him nearly 4 years ago. You had just started your semester abroad in Germany, interning for an Event-Company, when you were scheduled to work a BTS-Concert. While being more than excited to see them live, the day had been extremely stressful for you. Running errands all day long had given you a major headache. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine Jungkook of all people to hand you some medicine, after you had been talking to one of their staff about it. With broken English and Hands and Feet had he started the conversation between you two – a conversation that ended in him giving you a mail-address. It took you 3 whole days to come up with something to say and it took 20 minutes for him to reply. 5 months later you got on your first flight to Seoul and came back in a secret relationship with one of the biggest K-Pop-Idols on the planet.
You’ve been wary about giving your heart to him, knowing that he could never fully commit to you, with his job. But you loved seeing him do what he does, and you were in way too deep to stop it. Even his bandmates called it the second they saw you for the first time. You didn’t understand a word of Korean at the time, but you sure as hell could feel the looks, they were giving you.
Talking to his company a year into your relationship had been scary, but the Press blackmailing you over your boyfriend had been the worst. In the end, there was no other choice then telling the world, that Jungkook of BTS was in love with an Italian student. The Aftermath of that Notification had been crazy. Your private social media accounts getting swamped with follower-requests you never answered, your friends getting texts about you, fans turning up at your university and workplace. Two years later you are used to the looks, the whispers that sometimes follow you, after you brought out an order. But in the end, you were lucky: Armys mostly accepted you and let you live your life in peace, and you kept under the radar, never turning up at official events outside his concerts, not having public accounts and rarely getting pictured together with Jungkook. Him turning up in the middle of a shift would let the internet go crazy.
“Had to give them something to talk about”, he said after you opened the door to your little flat in center of Verona. You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his shoulders. His eyes lit up at that, grinning and attacking you with a full body hug that send you flying on the couch. Laughing, you wiggled your way closer to him, hiding in his big body.
“I can’t believe you’re here. Or that you actually stay”, you sighed and closed your eyes. You two weren’t supposed to see each other for another two weeks, when you were flying out to Seoul again. But apparently his schedule for the week had to be canceled because of staff being ill and he had taken the next flight out.
“I had to take the chance”, he said, while smiling down at you and hugging you even closer. When you fell asleep it was to the sound of your boyfriend breathing softly into your hair, your hands under his shirt and your heart full. You were going to have the best week together.
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Tell Me Again
Warnings: Mentions of sexual relationship and nudity
Pairing: FWB! Jungkook x (f)reader
Premise: You always knew what your relationship was. You always knew he was still in love with his ex. Now she's back, but you won't let him avoid his feelings.
Author’s notes: Hey Babes! I'm sorry I've been gone so long. After a death in the family I found out I was pregnant. So far this pregnancy has been really rough and all I'm really able to do is sleep. I'm hoping now that I'm in my second trimester I'll have more energy and the brain fog will clear. In the mean time here's a little drabble for you! 💜
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“Tell me again why you’re here right now and not running to her hotel begging her to stay?” You chide him, watching his naked form climb out from under your covers. Gathering them around you, you keep yourself comfy in the after glow. But still manage to eye him curiously as he moves around your space collecting his clothes, searching his face for what should be an obvious answer.
“It’s not that easy y/n” He groans in annoyance, pulling his jeans over his perk butt. The sounds of the metal of his zipper echo his uneasiness. Even after so many conversations about this topic it never seemed to get easier for him.
“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy our little one on ones.” You throw a pillow at him, shifting his focus back to you. Quick reflexes he catches it before it collides with his still naked back. “But this is the same woman you’ve told me about since we became friends. The one you’ve never been able to forget. Her having to leave the country was the only reason for you breaking up, blah blah blah.”
“Yes, that one. But…” His fists tighten on the white linen of the pillow. His demeanour morphing into something anxiety ridden. “What about …. This?”
“Jeon, we both agreed what this was, and still is. Nothing has changed on my end, we are still friends.” You smile affectionately at his concern. “Unless you’re inlove with me then i completely get it.”
“HA. HA.” You both burst into laughter. One of the bonus’ of having Jeon as your FWB was that you had agreed right at the beginning to keep an open line of communication. No lines would be crossed behind closed doors, no accidental feelings, no possiblility of heart break or a one-sided loss. And as much fun as you two had together, other than physically you weren’t eachothers type. You fit well in the bedroom, but you regularly annoyed one another. Your personalities were a bit much, so being casual friends that met up only because your friend groups crossed was the best decision to keep you from killing one another.
“Besides your friend Mingyu looks like he could be fun.”
The smuggness in your voice is not lost on him as you feel the cool thump of a pillow landing on your bare back. “Be nice.”
“Just saying.” You grumble at him, sitting up allowing the sheet to slide off your skin leaving you bare in the chilled air. Neither of you react to it as you gather your hair to put it in a butterfly clip.
“I’ll give him your number then?” His smirk is still there as he rolls his eyes at you.
“You better.” Climbing out of bed you throw on your bra and sweater, sweat pants then glasses. “Honestly though, if your source is as creditable as you say then not only does she have an 80% chance of staying, but she’s also single. And by what your friend has said, it sounds like she’s still in love with you too.”
He hesitates, “What if I ask her to stay… What if I tell her I still love her and she leaves again?”
“You would have done all you can, it’ll still hurt. But this time you’ll know there was no saving it.” You sigh, you don’t have all the answers he wants to hear. You can’t tell him she’ll stay and they’ll live happily ever after.
They were both pursuing their careers, and unfortunately that took them away from eachother. But if it has brought her back and she can still grow here, with him…it would be worth the risk, in your opinion.
You watch him pull his shirt over his head, covering his abs. Standing to the side as he grabs his shoes from where he discarded them on his hasty entrance, he sits on your bed to put them on.
He catches at you staring intently at him.
“What? You want another round?” His stupid smirk and bunny teeth on full display as he cocks his head towards you.
“Like you could manage.” You taunt.
“Maybe not after the last two, but I’m sure I could get you there atleast once more before I go.” His cockiness really knows no bounds sometimes. His face may scream innocence, but his sex drive and dirty mouth completely shatter that image. He saunters towards you in an overly sexualized way, making it more comical than if he was actually trying.
“Get out Jeon. We’ve spent too much time together this week, you’re starting to irk me.” You shove him towards your front door, genuine laugh coming from him as he lets you lead him out.
“Yea yea. Like anyone could stand being with you any longer.” Sarcasm rolling off his lewd tongue, as you reach the door.
“Hey! I am a ball of sunshine. I’ll have you know people love my company!” You play up the hurt in your tone. You both knew you preferred being by yourself then with most company. It was a personality flaw you came to appreciate about yourself.
“Who exactly?” He mocks openly. “Drama characters don’t count.”
“....…. Go!” You bark. No serious anger in your voice.
“Bye bye” he scoots out your door, closing it behind him. You lock it, mind already going 100 miles an hour. You’d help him not loose this chance. Not again.
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Heels clacking against the cement slabs beneath you, the fragrant bouquet increasing your determination every step. Dressed presentably in a nice dress, long coat to give an air of ease, you didn’t want to over dress but then again you didn’t want to show up in sweats. Today would be an important day.
The light breeze feels like it’s pushing you forward. You know exactly where to go, you’ve done your sleuthing from his friends. If he thought you would let this go he was sorely mistaken. You’d never let him pass up this opportunity, after all this time. Never forgetting, never willing to let go.
Regardless, you weren't’ the type of person who sat by idly while your friend didn’t let himself an attempt at true happiness.
Marching into the hotel lobby, you don’t slow your pace. Heading straight to the elevator and pushing the button for floor 12. You smile to yourself in the reflection of the mirrored walls. You had a good feeling about this.
The chime brings you back and you step out onto the carpet, down the long hallway and stopping in front of room 1212.
Rolling your shoulders back you reach out and knock on the door.
“Delivery!” You call pleasantly.
You hear a sweet voice through the door answer back, “coming!”
Shuffling comes through the wood before the door opens, “Yes?”
“Special delivery from one Euphoria florists.” You hold out the bouquet of specially chosen flowers. You can see the look fash behind her eyes, the recognition of the name. A past she hadn’t forgotten, regret she still felt.
“There all-” Her voice trails off absently as she take them from you, examining each bulb and leaf.
“Your favourites Miss. This is a custom order for you, along with this card.” The astonishment in her eyes is not lost on you. Nonetheless you hold out the envelope patiently waiting for her to be ready to take it. When she comes back to herself she gently but hastily takes it from you.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Thank you Miss-?” An open ended question. One that you deemed unimportant for right now.
“Don’t worry about it.” You smile even brighter at her, taking a step back you take a step to leave, but you can’t help yourself.
“Yuri?” You say her first name, you can see the surprise ripple through her. “He named it after you, Euphoria.”
“Who are you?” Her gentle voice taken over by a slight tremor. Panic or excitement, you weren’t too sure.
“A friend.”
She takes a moment to stare at the bouquet in her hands, slowly a small careful smile appears. That’s the one you were hoping for.
“Thank you.” She offers you a hopeful smile, her eyes now looking watery from the pooling tears.
You wave to her as you retreat down the hallway back towards the elevators.
He was either going to grovel at your feet in thanks or you were going to get your ass kicked for the rest of eternity. Meh, you could take Jeon if necessary.
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heartbreak anniversary
pairing: reader x jeongguk
anon requested: “hello ♡ my request is an angst break up fic based on heartbreak anniversary with jeongguk please.”
summary: a run in with your ex has you seeking out closure.
genre: angst, fluff if u squint
content/warnings: flower shop!au, established relationship, unrequited love, breakups.
soundtrack: heartbreak anniversary — giveon
a/n: I had a lot of fun looking into the flower meanings on this one.I hope you enjoy it! (not beta’d).
word count: 2.4k
♪ Heartbreak anniversary, do you ever think of me? ♪
You met Jeongguk in spring when the world was flush with pink, petals carrying in the wind, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.
It was your first week of college when everything was exciting and new and so scary to be off on your own. On the first day of class, you ran into him, erupting in a flurry of notes scattered throughout the air when you collided.
You were too nervous and deep into your first-day meltdown to see the meet-cute for what it was. But how could you not fall for him? After he helped you pick up your notes, he flashed you a dimpled smile to settle your nerves and then, in a gesture of sheer kindness, insisted on walking you to your class to be sure you were okay.
It was so easy to fall in love with Jeongguk. How could you not? With a face like that and a heart of gold, it seemed like you were fated.
He was your first everything. First kiss. First love. First time. And back then, it really felt like he’d be in your life forever.
You made long-term plans. After graduation, you’d move in together, finish up your graduate studies, get married and spend the rest of your lives together.
Although Jeongguk didn’t end up being in your life forever, he was only passing through.
He broke up with you in the fall, four years after that glorious first spring.
You only lasted a couple of months outside of college. It turned out that living together was all Jeongguk needed to realize he didn’t want forever. You never got to see him with the cherry blossoms ever again.
Now you hate spring. It reminded you of false hope and broken promises. All the plans you made together, so easily discarded, like the cherry blossoms that bloom only to scatter in the wind.
You hate fall, too. Because you can’t help but remember how the first of the leaves fell, sweeping across the park when Jeongguk took your hand and told you he wanted to end things.
“What are you saying?”
“I think we should take a break. “
“Take a break?” You asked through tears, “Or break up?”
“I just…. feel like I already have my whole life planned out. And it’s too much. It’s overwhelming. I can’t make any commitments right now; my heart’s just not in it.”
Jeongguk never said the words, but you knew what he really meant. You were too much. The look in his eye was enough to tell you that wherever his heart was, it wasn’t with you.
You remember how you felt on the walk home, cold and empty as the clouded gray sky above you. Ever since, gray skies only remind you of the day Jeongguk broke your heart.
It’d been a year since Jeongguk broke up with you. Almost two years to the day, a year, and seven months if you were counting (and you were).
You’re still not over him. You’ve been sulking in your apartment ever since the weather turned. Those cloudy, overcast fall days made you ache, and your breathing got just a little bit tighter.
Living in the same apartment you once shared was torture. Your days consisted of constant missing. You often lamented the space Jeongguk once took up: in your shared bed, wearing his oversized black t-shirt, staring at the box in the corner of your living room filled with the things he left behind (after a year, you should have returned them by now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it).
Mostly you sat with the terrible aching questions of unrequited love. How could he walk away from all the memories you built together? And did he think of you half as much as you thought of him?
Today especially, let yourself be a mopey, utterly pathetic mess. One minute you were on the couch whining to yourself about never finding love again. And then you forced yourself to snap out of it, dusted the crumbs off your shirt, and gave yourself a pep talk.
Jeongguk wasn’t the only one who could show you love. You could give yourself love, too. So instead of sitting around with a pint of ice cream, you got up, and went on a mission to your local florist: Spring Day Arrangements.
Okay, so you might have stolen the idea from some tik tok. But who cares? It got you out of the house, didn’t it?
Besides, the creator of the positive self-care page @loveyourself had a point. When was the last time you did something nice for yourself? When you thought about it, you really couldn’t remember. So you decided to treat yourself to one of your favorite bouquets.
The last time you received flowers, they were a gift from Jeongguk. Before you dated him, you used to buy yourself flowers all the time. So naturally, picking up your personal bouquet felt like a step in the right direction.
You took your time in the store, browsing around sunflowers, roses, and peonies before settling on the flower you always got: petunias.
The purple flowers always seemed sweet and dainty to you. You approached the florist, fully intending to ask for a bouquet of them, but stopped short upon seeing the slight grimace on his face.
“Is something wrong…” you glanced down at the gold-plated name tag on his apron. “Namjoon? Are they out of season?”
The man gave you a tentative smile, cheek dimpling with the effort. “Oh, it’s nothing like that. It’s just…those flowers have a negative connotation.”
You blinked in surprise. “Really? I always thought they symbolized hope.”
Namjooon hummed, wrinkling his nose a bit. “Mhmm… That’s true. However, they are mainly known to represent anger and resentment.”
Geez. And to think you intended to buy these as a gift to cheer yourself up.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to trouble you,” said Namjoon, reading the look on your face. “I just thought you might want to know if you were preparing a gift.”
You waved your hand. “It’s no trouble at all. I’m glad you told me, as I meant to buy the flowers for myself.”
You sighed, looking around the shop, eyes trailing for a suitable flower substitute, when your gaze landed on a sad bunch of confetti balloons. Across the front, the words’ Happy Anniversary!’ were printed cheerfully in primary colors, though the wilted spheres looked just as deflated as you felt inside.
“Those were the only flowers I wanted. But I guess I’m better off leaving here empty-handed, huh?”
“If you don’t mind, could I arrange something for you?”
You smiled at his kind offer. “I’d like that.”
“Anything you’d like in particular? Perhaps a color I can go by?”
You shook your head, “Surprise me.”
Namjoon smiled, mentioning that he’d be just a minute before disappearing in the back.
Alone, you tapped your fingers against the counter and then explored the lux flora. You admired daffodils, carnations, and lilies, tilting your face towards them, leaning in to breathe in their fragrance. When you heard the tinkling of the store bell, you paid it no mind, off in your own world. So it came as a surprise when you heard someone call your name.
“Y/n?”
You immediately freeze, dread creeping down your back. You anticipated this moment; you’d inevitably run into Jeongguk in this small college town but not here, in this little florist shop, on the anniversary of your break up.
The instinct to flee told you to duck behind the monstera plant next to you and hide, but it was too late; Jeongguk had already spotted you.
You sidestepped from around the flowers to face him even though, on the inside, you were panicking. This could not be happening.
Your heart was in your throat when, by the time, he stopped a few feet in front of you.
“Hi,” He breathed out, voice light and airy.
“Um, hi,” you croak out. You glance over Jeongguk’s signature black look, trying to focus on anything but those bright brown eyes that always made you melt.
“Wow…I-i didn’t expect to run into you here.”
That was an understatement. You wished you’d chosen something to wear other than your gray sweat set to run into your ex but at least you weren’t caught off guard in your PJs.
You picked at the bottom of your sweater. “Is running into me a good thing or a bad thing?”
“A good thing, really.”
Jeongguk’s voice was clear and even-toned. Still, it made you nervous to know you caught him by surprise.
Uncomfortable, you changed the subject. “What are you doing here?”
“Just picking up a gift,” he said, looking down.
It’s then that you realize he has a bouquet in his hands. Pretty red roses arranged in pastel wrapping paper.
“Oh,” you said.
A gift. Jeongguk said it so casually, like he was picking up groceries. But you know what those red roses meant.
He had a girlfriend.
Jeongguk looked down, long hair falling in his face as he lowered his eyes. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed, though it didn’t do much to soothe the pain in your heart.
“I should get going,” he said, looking to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tick you knew all too well.
You nod, mumbling goodbye as you watch him hurriedly turn on his heel and stride toward the exit.
It dawns on you then that the person he bought those flowers for must be waiting for him. Maybe they were meeting on a date or spending a cozy night in; who knew? But the mental image of it, the mere thought of him devoted to another, shattered something in you—you couldn’t just watch him walk away. Not without an answer to the burning question that kept you up late at night.
“Jeongguk, wait!” You said, feet carrying you to the door.
Jeongguk halted in his tracks, one hand in the door as he looked back at you over his shoulder.
The words tumble from your mouth. “Did you ever really love me?”
Jeongguk’s eyes are wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “What?”
“I’m sorry I have to ask—I have to know,” you said. “Because I’m not okay. You ended us like it meant nothing like I meant nothing to you. And ever since, I’ve wondered, was any of it real?”
You spent months analyzing every aspect of your relationship, every last word, every message he sent, hoping to find proof that you hadn’t loved him in vain, but you couldn’t.
“Our breakup broke me, but you seem fine. You even moved on—and I don’t resent you for that, I don’t —I just can’t understand how you walked away from me so easily,” you said, throat raw as you held back tears.
Jeongguk shook his head, a flurry of curls spiraling around his face. “How could you think that? Of course, I loved you.”
You don’t know if you should’ve felt relief or agony hearing the word ‘loved,’ but you listened to every word he said.
“It wasn’t easy,” said Jeongguk. He let go of the door and turned to face you. “Ending us was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was real. All of it was real.”
All tension leaves your body. Somehow, those were the words you needed to hear most. You needed to know that you weren’t alone in mourning your relationship.
“I’m sorry,” he continued. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wasn’t happy anymore.”
The words sound almost too good to be true. But when you saw Jeongguk’s eyes, soft and earnest, you knew he was telling the truth. You glance down at the bouquet in his hand, thinking of his new love.
“Are you happy now?”
Jeongguk nodded, lips curving into a small smile.
It takes all your strength to return that smile. “Then I’m happy for you.”
“You don’t have to say that—“
“I know,” you said. “But I mean it.”
And you did. Even though it pained you to know the truth, you’d be lying if you said you wanted Jeongguk to move on. You were still in love with him and probably always would be, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to be anywhere near as miserable as you.
And Jeongguk looked…happy. Even with the shock of seeing you, you could tell. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were shiny and bright, and he had that look—the one he used to give you.
But this time, you knew the love there was for another.
“Someone like you deserves a lot of love,” you said. “I’m glad you’ve found it…even if I couldn’t be the one to give it to you.”
“Thanks…”
There’s nothing left to say now. All the words between you have been spoken. But a weight has been lifted, and there’s an easiness that you couldn’t feel before.
“It was really good to see you,” said Jeongguk, shifting on his feet. “Take care, (Y/n).”
“You too,” you whisper.
And though your heart ached to say those three little words—you don’t.
Instead, you watched the man you loved turn around and walk away from you again. The bell chimed again, signaling his departure, but Jeongguk hesitated at the door, his back facing you.
“I think about you all the time,” he confessed. “Especially in the spring.”
And then he was gone.
The silence that followed his absence was thick and heavy. You returned to the counter, lost in your thoughts. The minutes you spent in his company felt like hours, time so distorted you couldn’t help but startle at the next voice to grace your ears.
“Your arrangements ready,” said Namjoon, holding up one of the most stunning bouquets you’ve ever seen.
You gasped as he placed the blue and purple flowers in your hands. You gasped. “What are they?”
“Columbines, hydrangeas, and iris.”
“I hope they have a much better meaning than the petunias.”
Namjoon offered you a sympathetic smile. “I think these are much closer to the initial feeling you were going for.”
“They’re beautiful,” you said, still in awe of the delicate petals. How much do I owe you?”
“It’s on the house.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Namjoon fixed you with a firm look that let you know there was no room to argue.
“It’s a gift.”
At his kindness, your eyes tear up. “Thank you,” you said, wiping quickly at your tears.
“You okay?” Asked Namjoon.
There’s a part of your heart that still feels a bit tender, but you can’t deny that a part of you was relieved at the little closure you found.
No,” you said, cradling the bouquet to your chest. “But I will be.”
Namjoon’s Bouquet:
Columbines (purple) - Resolution
Hydrangeas - Gratitude for being understood
Iris - Hope
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💔i hate that i want you: jungkook x reader | losing him | warnings: heart break
i’m always tired but never of you…
[1.9k words] ☆ [pls do not repost]
losing him was probably the hardest thing you’ve ever had to deal with.
it’s been months but the smell of his cologne still filled the air of the apartment you both once shared.
the shirt he left behind still barely smelled like his skin, you refusing to wash it being scared it’ll lose its scent.
you missed him. more than you wanted to admit or even speak out loud.
you hated the fact of you missing him. you hate that you find yourself not being able to sleep because you aren’t wrapped in his arms.
you hate that you still reach for his coffee cup every single damned morning ready to pure it full of his favorite but only to be disappointed of not feeling the glass with your fingertips in the cabinet.
you hate catching yourself staring off into space at the chair he once sat at while twirling your fork around on the plate of food not being able to eat.
you hate him. hate with a capital H A T E. but yet you still miss every part of him.
even the annoying parts, like how every morning he’d roll over and tickle you until you woke up, how he’d tease you over how much of a nerd you were for astronomy, how he’d leave his dirty dishes around the apartment in random places, how poorly he’d fold the towels fresh out of the dryer. the list goes on.
driving alone was one of the hardest parts to deal with. you missed him in your front seat always messing with the radio or using the aux to play his own music. missed how he’d rest his hand on your thigh and gently rub his thumb against your skin and sing along to every song that blasted through the speakers.
but now it’s you and an empty front seat.
you missed riding with him in his car, he’d always let you Bluetooth your phone to the radio(his car obviously being a better model than yours, because yuck using an aux s u c k s) and playing all your favorite songs. he’d laugh at you singing off key and still say you had a beautiful singing voice. you missed holding his hand while he drove and how every once in a while he’d lift your hands and connect his lips to the top of your hand, his eyes not leaving the road.
but now your spot in his front seat is empty, or so you hoped.
your best friend has tried to talk you into leaving the apartment and moving back home with your parents, but you always refused.
“come on y/n!” your best friend groaned slapping her hands to her thighs, “you can’t go on like this! i’m sure your parents would love to take you back in! you can even stay with me if it’s a must!”
you’d just continue to shake your head in refusal, “I can’t just leave…”
you’ve tried looking for other apartments, but the thought of you even leaving this one killed you. you wanted to leave, but knew you couldn’t.
sometimes you sit around and wonder if he ever misses you as much as you miss him.
if he misses waking up to you, misses coming home to you every night after long days of working. misses the endless nights of crying together over bad days. misses holding you tightly against him. miss the silly jokes and chasing you around the apartment. the nights of endless lust and your voice calling out his name while pressing him closer to your bare body. the warm morning showers and washing each others hair and purposely washing each other’s hair wrong to irritate the other. the nights of binge-watching all the harry potter movies and Marvel films.
god knows how much you hate yourself for missing all those moments and hoping that he missed them too.
it’s been so long since you’ve last heard his voice, but you can remember it as clear as day.
you remember the sadness in his voice, the tears that filled his eyes, the trembling of his hands as he held yours for the last time.
you remember hearing the last words he spoke to you and remember feeling your heart break into pieces.
“it just…won’t work y/n,” he released his hands from yours, breaking eye contact and staring off at the fully packed boxes filled with his things, “it hurts me, trust me..but this is for the best.”
you clenched your shirt remembering the painful memory. “I hate him I hate him I hate him.”
you used to take late night walks with him when you both couldn’t sleep, it’s how you two met actually.
the college dorms were too noisy one friday night, keeping you from sleep and sleep from you.
pissed and irritated you changed into your leggings and throwing your favorite hoodie on and stepping into your white converse then quickly bouncing out of your dorm room.
the hallway was filled with drunk kids who were barely legal adults to even be drinking.
you scoffed at their loudness, how could people be this loud?
you found yourself walking in the courtyard, seeing another figure in the distance walking in your direction.
his face was hidden with the hood of his jacket pulled over his head and him keeping his eyes locked with the ground.
you were hoping he’d just keep walking and not even notice you, but the moment you hoped for that, he glances up seeing you.
“can’t sleep either huh?” his tired voice spoke.
you noticed he stopped in front of you, forcing yourself to stop in your tracks.
you scanned him, scanned his dark chocolate eyes, dark fluffy hair. tight skinny jeans and black timberlands.
he gave you and soft smile, having you picture him as a soft bunny.
not letting your guard down, you just slowly nod at him, “yeah, the dorms are filled with drunken idiots who don’t know what peace and quiet is.”
he chuckled, nodding in response, “I feel that.”
you nodded again pressing your lips into a thin line, ready to walk around him and continue your middle of the night walk.
“you know it’s not safe to walk around by yourself this late at night.” he said, knowing as if you were about to ditch his ass in the middle of the courtyard.
you raised a brow, “you saying since i’m a female I can’t take care of myself?”
he quickly shook his head, “no no!” he raised his hands up in defense, “I didn’t mean it that way, you look as if you could totally kick my ass.”
“then what exactly do you mean?” you crossed your arms shifting your weight to your left side.
“I mean that walking around alone isn’t safe because if a group of people, or drunken idiots, decided to gang up on you, you couldn’t take them all on your own.”
“then why are you walking around alone then?” you snapped.
he smiled softly again glancing down at the ground, “I was hoping to find someone else. someone to take walks with, I guess.”
his words hit your heart, probably harder than they should have.
“well…maybe we can walk together then.” you said softly, playing with your fingers out of nervous habit.
“i’d actually really love that.” he said in response.
and since then he’d call you in the middle of the night asking for late night walks.
the two of you connected quicker than expected. you knew for a fact you were the one that got attached first.
you found yourself purposely acting cold to see if he’d wrap his arms around you or even offer you his hoodie.
you found yourself missing him before you even realized you were missing him.
but soon enough, you started to realize the attachment he had to you also.
you’d never forget the way he asked you to date him.
or the way his lips felt the first time he kissed you.
you’d never thought the day would come where you’d no longer have the feeling of him on your lips.
tonight was the first time taking a late night walk in months.
you always thought taking a walk without him was wrong, but tonight was the exception.
pulling your phone from your pocket, you dialed his number, your thumb hovering over the send call button.
you wanted to call him, to talk to him. have him come along on this walk and see how much he missed this.
but you quickly locked your phone and shoved it back in your pocket.
ten minutes have passed as you walked past the coffee shop the two of you used to go to when you both were too lazy to make coffee that morning. seeing the chair and table you two always sat at.
you instantly pulled your phone back out and redials his number, pressing call and holding the phone to your ear, listening to the ringing.
“sorry to miss your call! leave a message and i’ll ring ya back!”
you ended the call after hearing his voice mail. your heart broke at hearing his voice, but you always found yourself smiling knowing that his voicemail was still the same.
the two of you sat around for hours helping each other with voicemails.
you sighed, thinking he’s probably sound asleep.
or so you thought until you heard his laugh.
you froze in place, glancing across the street to see his well-known figure. his hood over his head, his typical timberlands, and skinny jeans with a white tee shirt.
his laugh was followed by the voice of his friends and then softly pushing on each other.
it broke your heart to see them all together. you missed his friends as well, they were at one point your best friends also.
you couldn’t move from your frozen place, eyes locked onto him, half wanting him to notice you and the other half not wanting him to see you at all.
he looks at the ground, then up and over in your direction, his smile slowly fading at seeing you.
his eyes that were just smiling were now filled with pain.
he stopped walking, turning and facing you.
he took deep breaths, seeing you after months was killing him. his heartaches and all he wanted to do was rush across the street and wrap you in his arms.
but he knew he couldn’t.
“why wouldn’t it work Jungkook?!” you softly spoke with a shaky voice, it was clear as day that your heart was broken just as much as his.
“because i’m holding you back from a future you need. I can’t give you the things you’d want. i’m just some music major and there’s no for sure when it comes to this. you’re going to be an amazing doctor someday and I can’t hold you back.” jungkook responded.
he believed leaving you was for the best of your future, but he didn’t realize how much he’d mess up your future.
he kept staring at you, and you finally decided to unfreeze yourself and rush to him, that was until his attention was taken back by his friends. he jogged to catch up to them, leaving you alone.
never would he ever leave you stranded alone this late at night.
but there was a first time for everything.
“I hate you, Jungkook. I hate that I love you. I hate you I hate you I hate you,” you whispered watching him continue to walk down the street, “I hate that I want you still.”
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Seven Buckets of Love
Here is the SIXTH part of the JK-Seven Drabble series. These drabbles can be read out of order as stand alones but make more sense when read in order.
This is part of an entire Drabble series based on his recent music release.
Disclaimer: As usual, everything in the fic is fictional, and the behavior displayed by the character in the fic is obviously not representative of the real Jungkook.
Jungkook had been taking care of me for the past few days. He would go to his classes and then proceed to escort me nearly everywhere. It was as though he was basically living with me.
He treated me like a princess and wouldn’t even let me cook or clean around my dorm room, which shocked me to no end. He would always squeak in a ridiculously cheerful tone, “You need to rest and heal your downstairs baby. Healing and homework are your only priorities. Let me take care of the rest.”
I thought he would be moody or quieter based on what I had seen of his personality in college. But he was the exact opposite. Always cheerful. Smiling for no reason. Ridiculously helpful, even with tiny tasks like washing dishes. He loved doing laundry so much that I always had an excess of clean pairs of shirts and underwear folded on my bed by the time I came back from classes.
To my embarrassment, he insisted on licking me down every night for close to an hour. Trust me on this , a full hour. 60 minutes. I had timed it. I don’t know how he never failed to get tired. He just didn’t. If I would indicate to him that it was too much, he would just say, “But it's my passion. You are literally my wife to be. I have to do this for my life partner. Plus, I enjoy it so much you wouldn't even begin to understand my goddess. The taste of you on my lips is so good, I could never part with it.” As I stared at him, mortified, he continued in a lilting playful tone, “ And I need to do this to speed up your recovery, so we can make love again. It has been so hard controlling myself. But I know that I need you to first be healed before I try anything”.
He never talked about how he made me orgasm so many times, that he made me blackout for a few minutes every time. He insisted the ritual was for healing, but I knew that it was more for himself than for me. He felt he had to convince me to keep him. We were working on that. I kept telling him that he was enough, making him verbalize at least 10 of all the wonderful qualities about himself at the end of the day.
I could tell that his self esteem and confidence was increasing, because he didn't randomly apologize unnecessarily for every minute thing anymore. We had been dating for just close to two weeks and he had already became a constant in my life.
One day both of us had gotten back late from classes and work and I couldn't find any clean pajamas in my basket. So I decided to just wear a long oversized t shirt with a pair of clean underwear. I wasn’t thinking much of anything as I sat down on my bed ready to doze off after cleaning up. Thank god we had eaten out before coming back to the dorm.
As I fluffed the pillows, getting ready to settle in, he came out of the bathroom. HOLY CRAP! OH MY GOD! It’s as though my ovaries discombobulated and my brain turned to oatmeal. He had been hiding his divine self for this long? How had he not been pounced on yet by every girl in college?
He came out of these shower with water tracking down his abs, dripping wet black hair pushed up and plastered against his forehead, and just one white towel framing his sharp hip bones. I shouldn’t be feeling all this right now. We had agreed to wait for a while to initiate anything truly sexual again.
I grunted in fake disdain and told him, “Please put on a shirt”. He looked at me wide eyed as he noticed my fidgeting legs rubbing against themselves. My core was throbbing and I did not know what to do about it. He was so hot, and I had to find some way to relieve this agony without him finding out. I quickly sketched a plan to sleep on the pull out sofa while he took the bed. We needed distance tonight, otherwise a calamity might happen.
I bit out, “Hey Jungkook I will be sleeping in the main hall on the sofa tonight. I need some more ventilation. You can take this bed, okay?” I got off the bed and started walking towards the main hall when I felt the tell tale sign of two iron ropes loop around my waist, lifting me into his arms. His towel had fallen down. Oh, hell NO! I covered my face, “What the hell are you doing Jungkook? Let me down, I’m going to go sleep”.
He dropped me onto the bed once again and started removing my panties even as I struggled to lock my legs together. I couldn't even process his movements as he pushed my shirt up all the way to my collarbones and pushed me onto my hands and knees. And then I felt an utterly unexpected slap on my butt. He continued massaging my wet slit as he slapped my ass occasionally, making me bow down in pain.
“No, Y/N, you listen here. I know you have recovered. I made sure you have by drinking from you every single day of the week. And now, you are not getting away from me today Princess”. His alternating slaps stung, serving as a contrast to his ardent rubbing of my sopping wet folds. I could feel myself get closer to the edge as he continued rubbing my wet flesh, making my body flush in warmth.
“Now, you are going to take it like a good girl sweet heart. Relax for me”, he crooned darkly as I felt his member sink into my heat. I had forgotten how thick and long it was. His warm hands gripped my hips as he slammed into my heat placing wet kisses and nipping down my spine. He pumped into me, hitting all the spots inside, making me arch my back in satisfaction. He took my right hand and without me even noticing til a minute later, he had slipped a diamond ring onto my ring finger.
I moaned and mewled till I noticed the ring. “Jungk-k-k-ook, what is this? What are you trying to do to me?” He replied confidently as he continued to slam into me in a frantic rhythm, “You are the one for me. I am not going to lose the most valuable person in the world. I have to lock you down before any other man does.” He kissed along the nape of my neck, licking my sweat as he continued hammering into me. Before I could even recall, I felt my eyes flash with white as the energy drained out of my body and clear fluid squirted from me onto the sheets below. He filled me completely till streams of his cum were escaping out onto my thighs.
I mumbled in a tired voice, “You didn’t even bother to ask me if I wanted to be your fiancé?” He responded in an unfamiliarly cocky tone, “You wouldn't have called me the love of your life when I was eating you out two days ago otherwise, would you sweetheart?” I scoffed at him in disgust. “Well maybe I should take back my offer if this is how you are going to act”. I turned away from him on the bed to sleep peacefully.
He drawled in a smooth voice, “No take-backsies my queen. There is no going back from this. Now, let me finish pumping seven more loads of myself into you and then we can call it a night”.
“JUNGKOOK, ARE YOU TRYING TO LITERALLY PUT ME IN A COFFIN AND SEND ME TO MY EARLY GRAVE?! DO YOU WANT TO MARRY A CORPSE OR A HUMAN?!”
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2:30 series - in the beginning
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''You're on breakfast duty today'. Was the first thing Jungkook said to you as soon as he woke up. You didn't move, keeping your body glued to his, eyes closed. "Pretending you're sleeping isn't gonna work, you know?", he teases, smiling and hugging you tightly.
"It was our first time sleeping together, and you're asking me to do breakfast?! Where did the romance go?", you grumble, your eyes still closed.
"We've slept together before, you dork, we just didn't have sex and not for my lack of persuasion, may I add."
"Tell me about it.", you laugh, remembering the times Jungkook asked you dead serious if you wanted to see his cat. You didn't understand at first but when the both you got to his house and there was NO cat, you connected the dots and made him blush looking for the cat and bubbling 'pshhh' to the nonexistent feline.
'I'm the cat', Jungkook told you, with red cheeks.
'You're not a cat, Kook.', you stated, faking being confused. "You're a bunny, tops."
'I can't believe you didn't get it.', he whispered, most to himself. 'I should've asked if you wanted to eat ramen..'
'We just had dinner, Kook.', you hold a laugh when he furrowed his eyebrows, frustrated.
'I wanna make love to you, ___!', he says loudly. 'I know you're teasing me about it, but I'm not afraid to say straight to your face if I have to.'
You smiled, getting close and kissing his cheek.
'I get it. I was just teasing you. But I think it's best if we wait a bit more. We just know each other for a little while and I don't want to feel like we're rushing everything. Are you okay with that?'
Jungkook immediately agreed, grabbing your hands and kissing them together.
'Of course I am. You could've told me sooner, though, so I didn't try to seduce you that many times… I feel embarrassed. '
'Don't be. You're always seducing me, Jeon. '
He smirks, kissing your hands again. 'You're gonna have to keep it in your pants then, _. I'm off limits until further notice.'
'Is that so?', you smirk back, bringing your face close to his, 'And what kind of further notice is that?'
He can't keep a straight face while answering your question. 'Until you say so.'
''What time is it? '', you reach for your phone on the nightstand. "Where's my phone?"
Jungkook smiled, still not letting you go.
"You underestimate how horny we were when we came home last night, babe. I have no idea where's my phone, either."
"Let me get up, then, so I can make your majesty a breakfast. "
"First of all" he kisses your shoulder, "I'm not gonna eat alone, so stop that attitude. And second", he says, turning around, so he was on top of you. "If you think I'm letting you leave this bed anytime soon, you couldn't be more wrong, babe."
"But you said--", he cut your words, kissing you.
"Let's have a late breakfast, I don't care. Just stay a little longer, yeah?"
"Yeah."
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How They Act During Your Pregnancy
Ot7 x Reader - BTS Reactions Pt. 2
Jimin, Jin, Jungkook
Summary: How each member takes care of you during your pregnancy journey.
Warnings ⚠️: nervous breakdown, feeling like a burden
Jimin
I laid down on the bed with my stomach nearly floating in the air. Jimin walked in the room and I was barely able to see him over my giant stomach. Jimin smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead.
“Two more days and we meet our baby boy.” Jimin said excitedly. I rolled my eyes. My pregnancy had been wonderful, but I was already starting to miss it. I was slightly dreading having to give birth. Jimin had been by my side the entire time and suddenly I was going to be jolted back into reality. I also wasn’t the happiest about having to have a C-Section. My recent stress was causing the baby to be stressed which was becoming a serious concern to my doctor.
“I’m not ready.” I blurted out of absolutely no where. It was as if my brain had no control over my mouth.
“You’re not ready?” Jimin questioned in a soft tone. I shook my head no and propped myself up. I let out a deep sigh.
“Yeah. I mean- it’s not like I’m not excited to meet our baby, it’s just this has been so great. You and me. We hadn’t had moments like this in a while. If it’s not a tour, I’m working or we are passing like ships in the night. Being with you has become the new normal, but it’s going to change. As selfish as this may be, it will be me, you, and the baby.” I couldn’t believe the last sentence escaped my lips. I was genuinely happy to have our baby, but the selfishness in me was scared. I didn’t want to feel alone like I had so many times before. I never thought about it until recently, but things were about to change drastically.
“Umm… I don’t know what to say Y/N.” I knew I screwed up in that moment. “I get it though. It won’t be the same. We haven’t had the time to be a couple and babies change things, but my love for you and our son won’t.” I felt reassured. Jimin had a way of cheering me up when I was down. I always felt seen and understood when I was with him. “Had this been bothering you?” He sat on the edge of the bed facing towards me. I felt like I was in a therapy session talking about my deepest feelings.
“Yeah.” I gently pressed my hand against my stomach. “I’m terrified and I’ve hurt our son in the process because I don’t want to lose us.” Jimin grabbed my calf and started rubbing his thumb up and down. His use of physical touch nearly made me burst into tears. He did everything right and here I am.
“Y/N, we are going to okay. I don’t need you stressing more than you need to be. Our son doesn’t need you stressing. We will have time with you and me. I promise you it will be okay.”
The tears started flowing down my face. It felt great to get it off my chest but it was still a lot to process. Jimin got back up and hugged me. He didn’t let go until I was ready. Once I pulled away he looked at me and frowned.
“It’s going to be okay Y/N.”
Jin
Jin and I got back from our doctor’s appointment to learn the gender of our baby. In my hand was the envelope that contained the answers that we had been waiting for. We stood in the living room debating on if we should open it know or wait.
“Jin we have to open it. I’m ready to start buying stuff for the baby.” He took the envelope out of my hand.
“Let’s guess what we think it is first.” I stomped my foot and walked to the couch. It was a comically childish response that he and I both chuckled at. He mocked me and sat down next to me. “One the count of three we say what we think we are having okay?” I put up his fingers to start the countdown. “One, two, three.”
“Boy!” We yelled at the same time. I was elated. We both imagined having a little boy. I grabbed the envelope and tore it open. I read the paper and it was a girl. I was surprised. A girl meant Jin was stuck with a mini me for the rest of his life that happened to look like him.
He took the paper and read it. He had the same reaction as me. We looked at each other and started to laugh. I loved the playful nature of our relationship. We knew when to be serious, but enjoyed having a good time.
“We are having a girl, Jin. What do you have to say.” I held the pretend microphone near his lips.
“WWCP.” I didn’t understand what he was going for with that one. “World Wide Cutie Pie.” We both started to laugh. I gave him a kiss and cuddled up next to him in his arms. He kissed my forehead, lifting my head after to look him in the eyes. “I love you Y/N.” He put head near my little belly. “And I love my little girl too.”
Jung Kook
The crib part slipped out of my hand and slammed against the floor nearly hitting my foot. Jungkook rushed into the babies nursery only to find me, six months pregnant, trying to lift up the piece that fell. He took it out of my hand and sat it back on the floor gently.
“You really shouldn’t be lifting stuff like this.” I walked over to sofa chair and sat down.
“I was tired of nothing being ready. All the boxes not having a proper place. This baby is going to be here sooner than later and nothing is ready.” I snapped at him. I was cranky these past couple of days. I knew I was in the wrong but wanted our baby to have a special place once we brought her back from the hospital.
Jungkook kneeled down in front of me. I started stroking his hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my stomach. I felt little flutters as the baby began to move almost as if she knew her daddy was near.
“Y/N, she is going to be okay. We have three more months before she is here. You need to focus on resting, I’ve got this part.” He kissed my stomach and stood back up.
“I feel useless. I want to be able to help. This is my baby too. I want her to know she is loved even before she gets here and this is the one way I know how to do it.”
“She knows she is loved.” He takes my hands and helps me up. He turns me towards the wall that has the photo of the two of us hanging up. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “That’s how she knows she is loved.” I looked at our picture and smiled.
“You know you’re really good at this sometimes.” Jungkook started to chuckle. I turned around and looked in his brown eyes. “You’re gonna make a great dad.” He kissed me and let go of my waist.
“You’re going to make a great mom, but until she is born let me do the heavy lifting. You are carrying something more precious. I got this.” I playful rolled my eyes. He quickly kissed my cheek. “Now let me finish up in here.” He rushed me out of the room leading me to the doorway. I pressed against it and watched him put the crib together. I knew in that moment he was everything I had dreamed of for the kind of dad I wanted my daughter to have.
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Ride Or Die | Home
mafia!jungkook, druglord!jungkook, angst, smut, unhealthy relationship
Word Count - 2.5k
Jungkook takes you home after four months of running from him. Warnings: swearing, violence, threats, non-descriptive smut, mentions of drugs and death. Important note: I do not condone nor enable this behaviour or relationship. this is fiction
MINISERIES COLLECTION
After a painfully long, silent and tense car ride with Jungkook you’re finally back at his apartment, the self and same apartment you left him alone in four months ago. The day he drilled you in the shower two weeks after your initial breakup.
The place looks the same, he hasn’t changed a single thing about the interior, down to the framed picture of you both that sits on the side table in the darrk dimly lit lounge. Upon further inspection you register the glass in the frame has been smashed.
Perhaps Jungkook launched it across the room in a fit of rage when you left him here. You guess you’ll never know.
Where usually the leftover dusting of cocaine lines and crushed pills stain the coffee table, you notice it’s actually clean from drug paraphernalia for once. Your chest tightens with something akin to pride momentarily before you snap out of it with an irritated sigh.
Jungkook has just killed someone in front of you, right now you’re nothing more than a witness to his crime. Murder. You remain standing. Even when he brushes past you and sits on the edge of the black sofa, camouflaging with the fabric since he’s wearing tight ripped jeans and loose silk button down shirt of the same colour.
“Am I just supposed to ignore the fact you were following me?” Your voice is like ice, you still don’t have the confidence to look him in his hooded eyes, shifting your weight between your aching legs.
Jungkook clicks his tongue, seemingly amused with an arrogant smirk, “You’re welcome by the way… For me saving your life.”
“I-,” You hesitate because you know he’s right. But that doesn’t change anything he’s done. “How did you even know where I was?” Curiosity gets the best of you and you gaze down at him, his usual doe-eyes look more reptilian, narrowed and fixed to your face. They’re partially covered by his raven hair which has grown since you last saw him, but you can still make out they’re on the brink of being frightening, just like the rest of his profile. Save for the smug white smile he’s displaying.
He’s laughing quietly when he speaks, pointing to himself with a long digit, “Seriously? A member of mono broke into your hotel room to kill you and you’re pissed at me for stopping him?”
“Killing him.” You bite through clenched teeth, “You didn’t stop him Kook you killed him.”
At this he stands up and quickly makes his way over to where you’re stood in a few long stride, until his heavily tattooed muscular body towers over yours. His shirt is open at the top, exposing his tanned skin adorned by a silver chain you’d gifted him a few years back. He looks dangerous. He is dangerous. Your heart is racing inside your chest but you don’t fold, you stare up at the man you once called home with furious eyes, folding your arms as if to protect yourself from his bullshit.
“Before…” His voice is low and sultry when he grips your chin with one calloused hand, holding it in place tightly, “He killed…” He creeps even closer, until his nose is less than an inch away from yours, “You.”
His messy hold of your face tightens and he angles your chin up, until it grazes his. He’s staring down at you intensely, watching your next move carefully. Heat and adrenaline flood your senses you somehow find the strength to push him away with all the force in your body. To your surprise he actually stumbles back a good distance despite his heavy weight and strength. He chuckles, shaking his head softly.
“I save your life and that’s the thanks I get?” He tongues his cheek, beginning to unbutton his shirt until it hangs either side of his inked six pack. “I’ll remember that for the next time it happens.”
“There isn’t going to be a next time Jungkook! Because you’re going to stop fucking following—”
“Stop following you?” He scoffs before storming back over, but he doesn’t touch you this time. Instead he looks down at you with dark eyes swimming in disgust. “And just… let you die? You think I’d ever allow that to happen?”
You swallow, gaze dropping to his muscular torso for less than a second. Shit. You look back at him, he’s smirking, one eyebrow raised expectantly.
“I can take care of myself.” You manage to choke out, and you’re right. While the events of this evening suggest otherwise, you know how to defend yourself should you have to. And if something like this ever happens again at least you’ll be more prepared. Maybe you should take one of Kook’s guns with you just in case.
Jungkook inhales sharply, dramatically, his pierced lips round and whistling, “He threatened to stab you Y/N, and you just stood there and let him. How the fuck is that taking care of—”
“How were you even listening to that?!” You scoff, jaw practically on the ground when it drops, “How-, how long have you been following me?!”
He pushes your body back until you’re flush to the nearest wall, his arms caging you in either side of your head. His jaw is tight, nostrils flaring, chest heaving as though he’s trying to calm himself down. And you feel the need to do the same. You’re angry. Hurt. Confused. And then he slips closer, until his bare chest is pressed up against the swell of your breasts, dipping his head until you’re eye-level with him.
“Since the moment you left.”
Your voice is low, borderline sultry when you finally manage to speak, “I told you… not to follow me.”
He matches your almost seductive tone, lips ghosting yours so closely that his breath is warm against you and your whole body tingles with something indescribable, “And I told you… not to leave.”
“Jungkook…” You exhale, bones vibrating from anticipation when he darts his tongue out to wet his lips. You shouldn’t go down this road with him again. You can’t. It would be a mistake.
But you want to.
“Mmm?” He smirks, cocking his head down and to one side, until his mouth is agonisingly close to the flesh of you neck but he doesn’t go any further. Despite how much you want him to. Parts of you miss him, parts of you hate him. But one fact stays constant, no matter what you think of him.
A part of you still loves him.
You swallow, eyes fluttering shut while you gather your thoughts, “I don’t need you to protect me, I can take care of myself.” Your voice comes out whispered, airy, albeit very unconvincing.
He pulls back just enough to catch sight of your breathlessness and you almost blush beneath his salacious gaze. His words are husky and hot when they roll of his tongue, “Prove it.”
“I… I-, No!” You snap out of his spell, shoving him away. Except this time he doesn’t move at all, you’re still trapped between him and the wall. “Let me go please.”
“That’s how you defend yourself?” Laughter rattles inside his broad chest which only infuriates you further. “You’re gonna ask the big bad wolf to just let you go? Please? Come on you can do better than that baby.”
With venom lacing every word you speak through clenched teeth, “I said let me go.”
“Why should I?” He’s using his tongue to play with his lip ring, brows raised and voice eerily calm. “Hm? So you can run off and nearly get yourself killed again? Give me one good reason—”
Your hand tightly clasped round his thick neck wins him to shut up, you don’t squeeze, you don’t want to hurt him. Truthfully you don’t think you’re actually capable of hurting Jungkook, not physically anyway. He’s been shot, stabbed, tortured, punched, kicked, thrown around… Nothing you do could ever hurt him. But what you’re doing right now does surprise him. He’s grinning, eyes blown out with something familiar, something carnal and raw.
“Are you done patronising me yet?” You spit, adrenaline coursing your veins. You have to admit something about having your hand round his throat, catching him off guard, being the one in control (even if he’s the one letting it happen) is kind of… thrilling.
“You do realise you’re not actually doing anything to me? I can still breathe, still talk. Still move. Come on Y/N. Do something. Make me feel something.” His smile pisses you off, how bright it is, how amused he is, how handsome he looks. Everything about him enrages you to the point of you actually wanting to hurt him, but you don’t. You wouldn’t.
You let him go with a small frown, “Not all of us have to solve our problems with violence.”
“Says the girl who just tried to choke me?”
“Fuck you.” You bark.
He brings a hand to your chin, tugging it upward. “I plan to.”
Maybe it’s the way his brow quirks ever so slightly. Maybe it’s how he wets his lips slowly with his glistening tongue. Maybe it’s the distraction of his exposed torso. Maybe it has something to do with the sinful way he’s hungrily eyeing you up and down. Maybe it’s the familiar apartment setting. It could be a lot of things… But whatever the reason is, it’s soon irrelevant.
Because you kiss him.
And he kisses you back.
Before long the living room is absolutely trashed and unrecognisable. The coffee table is broken completely in half. Sofa cushions scatter the floor haphazardly, not one managing to stay actually on the sofa. The rug in the room is half folded over and has moved three feet to the left. The side table is knocked over and smashed to pieces. The television is broken, displaying nothing more than a plain black screen and a neon green print of your ass alongside one of Jungkook’s large hands next to it.
Four months without each other and between you you’ve managed to rack up at least eight thousand dollars-worth of damage in one hour. One spectacular, wild, leg shaking and back breaking hour. An hour that you will never forget. Nor will he.
You’re laying atop of Jungkook’s chest on the floor in post-orgasm bliss, both completely naked, sweaty and worn out from the antics of the last sixty minutes. Jungkook reaches into his discarded jeans to find his cigarettes before lighting one. Using a dented piece of wood from… something you broke, as a makeshift ashtray.
“So are you gonna tell me how you found me now?” You hum, tapping your fingertips to his chest when he blows a perfect smoke ring into the air. Truthfully you always hated him smoking in the apartment, but you figure you have no say in the matter anymore and decide to keep your opinion to yourself.
“No.” He smirks, left hand flicking the ash from his cigarette and right hand gently smoothing out your messy hair. “I do need to figure out how mono found you though… Cause I was the only person who knew your location. Didn’t even tell my men where you were.” He’s deep in thought at this point, thick brows furrowed with concentration and something else, something darker.
You mull over your thoughts before you’re being tugged into a bone crushing hug.
“Ow!” You whine, giggling, “Maybe someone followed you and they found me that way.”
“Doubt it, I’m good at covering my tracks.” Jungkook scoffs, clearly offended. He’s managed to pull you atop of his hard body so you sit up and straddle his hips.
He looks so good like this, underneath you, damp and spent. His profile remains dangerous looking, as it usually does. But his eyes soften when they meet yours, for a split second he resembles the old Jungkook you fell in love with. Your Jungkook. Even the cigarette he’s holding finds a way to make him look sexy. You swallow, tracing delicate patterns to his chest with your index finger.
“Aren’t you worried…?” You take a beat. “About that guy you killed?”
The man you’re sat on shrugs nonchalantly, bored looking when he takes another drag. “Not particularly. Did what I had to do to keep you alive, which again...” He grips the flesh of your thigh with his free hand, fingernails tapping your skin. “You’re welcome by the way.” His smile is genuine when smoke leaves his lips, thickening his voice.
“Thanks.” You chuckle with a tut. Truthfully you are grateful for him interfering when he did, however dramatic it was at the time. You would be dead right now if he hadn’t followed you. Even though you told him not to, you’re only alive because he did
“So are you gonna run off again or have you finally figured out it’s safer for you here?” He dots out his cigarette on the discarded wood, bringing his hands to your hips, holding you in place. His eyes drag themselves up and down your exposed chest and stomach when he gnaws his lip.
“I’m safe wherever I am…” You nod, melting beneath his touch when his inked thumbs rub your flesh; he’s toying with his lip ring again and you’re close to lunging forward and kissing him but you resist. “Since you’re so hellbent on following me everywhere.”
“Wouldn’t have to follow you if you stayed.” He sighs quietly, “Would save me a hell of a lot of time, stress and resources. Plus there’s no way mono would fucking dare come after you if they found out we’re back together.”
There’s a lump in your throat that won’t go down, bound by nerves. “I-, Kook we’re not back together… I still, I mean-, we’re still not good for each other.”
“You know your argument would be much more convincing if you weren’t sat on me completely naked right now.” An amused puff of air rips from his nostrils when he smirks. “And that’s where you’re wrong baby… We are good for each other. We keep each other alive.”
But unbeknownst to you, mono anticipated this exact situation. They knew you’d stay together after they found you, they expected nothing less from their rival gang leader and his on-and-off girlfriend’s infatuation with self-destruction.
And they already have a plan in place that will leave one of you dead.
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Run | Yandere!Jungkook Story
Pairing: Yandere!Jungkook x Reader Story
Keywords: yandere, angst
Warnings: yandere jk, kidnapping, mania.
Word count: less than 1.000
Masterlist
She was scared of him. He was scared of this. In reality, there was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there?
Yn's eyes wandered around her surroundings. It’s been a long time since she was outside, even longer since she was out of Seoul so it was only natural for her to want to seize every opportunity to bring a feast to her senses. She heard Jungkook talking but she couldn’t focus enough to make out the words. She didn’t care to anyway.
“You know, I-” she murmured, forgetting her tongue and not paying attention to the man’s confused expression or tone of voice while he called behind her as she started walking away from the car.
Walking around the hood of the vehicle took Jungkook no longer than two seconds. However, that short moment was enough for Yn to pick up her pace and start sprinting. She ran as fast as she could, hungrily breathing in the night’s cold air through her parted lips. A wide smile crept shamelessly onto her pale face as she started to feel pain in the lower part of her stomach.
Her feet carried her down the empty street. She ran through multiple puddles, not leaving visible marks behind herself on the already wet concrete. She loved the rain. It made the city go empty in seconds. It also made it shine beautifully at night as the multiple lights reflected in the soaked surfaces and falling raindrops.
The sound of her water-filled shoes over the hard surface of the road wasn’t accompanied solely by her interrupted panting. Heavy thuds of Jungkook’s boots echoed through the city. Suddenly his strong arms tightened around her waist like the deadliest python, bringing her to a stop.
Jungkook turned her in his grasp, making her face him but as he did so his fear and anger were overshadowed by deep confusion. In addition to having his ears be met with the sweet sound of Yn’s laughter, looking at her he noticed she was smiling. Sincerely. And laughing sincerely too.
Instead of trying to free herself from his embrace, as he anticipated her to do, she tightened her hands on the material of his t-shirt pulling it down to make him do the same. Within nanoseconds, he felt her lips crash into his. He felt her smile through the kiss. He felt the excitement, the spontaneity. It sent a jolt of indescribable energy through his entire body.
Jungkook chased her lips as she pulled away, giggling. She looked into his eyes with such love, happiness and hope. He couldn’t help but reciprocate the cheerful expression. As soon as even as much as a shadow of a smile started to appear on his face Yn pulled on his shirt again, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. The sensation of her breath against his skin made Jungkook’s stomach erupt with butterflies as if it was the first time. And to an extent it was as it was probably the very first time she did so willingly, wanting to merely be close to him without any ulterior motive.
“Come on,” she said breathily, pushing on his chest but the man didn’t budge. “What?” she asked, looking into his eyes and still smiling despite seeing his expression turn from happy to a mix of angry and worried at the speed of light. “Come on,” she repeated, wiggling in his embrace to rest her hands on his hips. “Run with me,” she proposed, snaking her arms from his sides and up his back.
In the tiny window of Jungkook’s face softening alongside his grip, Yn saw her opportunity. She took a step back, pulling the man by the waistband of his jeans and as he reached one of his arms to get a hold of her wrists she grabbed onto his hand. She pulled onto it simultaneously taking steps down the street, laughing loud and encouraging the man in front of her to do the same as he tried to stop her, struggling to pull her waist close to his own frame.
“Come on,” she exclaimed excitedly, stumping backwards down the empty road. “Come on, Kook,” she laughed, seeing the confusion and fear clouding his gaze.
It made her think of how fragile people are. She was scared of him. He was scared of this. In reality, there was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there?
With an excited yelp, she tugged hard on his hand making him stumble over his feet. Taking advantage of the moment she intertwined her fingers with his and started running.
Jungkook didn’t know how to react to this strange behaviour. Yn pulled on his hand, making his fingers ache as she ran through the neighbourhood. She laughed and called for him to run faster with every other step. So he did. He picked up his pace to match hers and they ran hand in hand all the way to the end of the street.
Yn grabbed onto the safety railing separating the pavement from the beach. She leaned forward, struggling to catch her breath through the laughs.
“Yn-”
“Shhh,” she whispered, interrupting him before he could even get a word in. “Just hold me. In silence. Please,” she asked, looking at the raging sea.
Jungkook obeyed her wishes, snaking his arms around her from the back and pulling her into his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder and she placed her hands over his that rested on her stomach, caging her in and for the first time, it didn’t feel for her like an actual cage or prison. It was a cage of love and care, an embrace. She couldn’t escape it. Not just yet at least.
He didn’t know how long they stood there but he couldn’t care less. That was what she wanted, what she needed and if it made her crave his touch he wasn’t going to argue.
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Growing apart | JJK
paring: Jeon Jungkoon x reader
genre: angst, friends to strangers
wordcount: 990
warnings: mentions of sh, toxic friend, this is my first fanfiction pls don't hate on me
summary: y/n struggles accepting that Jungkook and her friendship is over, after he became a toxic person
As I grew apart from you, the pain grew. I knew, we had to grow apart. You had different views of life, some which I couldn’t agree with, but that didn’t stop the pain.
You had been there, as I lost my grandmother, dropping everything to be there, as I sobbed, cried out in the pain I had no way to put into words.
You were there the first day I moved to town, helping me feel welcome and safe. I knew, I had you. I knew, you would buy the tape, if my heart was so broken, I needed help taping it back together.
You called me an idiot smiling, as I told you about the newest guys in my life. You were never a competition for them, yet you meant so much more to me. You were the friend, that I needed, as I tried to make my life desirable. You had been such a big help to me, never failing to remember me, when my family failed to do so.
Laughing at the table over your favourite dish of mine, nachos, as you told me about the crazy ex of yours, trying to get you back and you being stupid enough to not cut the ties with her. You were never good at cutting ties, yet you cut ours so easily. Shortly after you did, I needed you for the first time in a while. The guy I had been wanting to depend on, fall in love with, smile with, laugh with, didn’t want the same. I needed you to tell me how to get over this. Someone who would let me cry and be angry. But who was I supposed to turn to? You left. The pain grew. I needed you, but you left. The pain was turning into salty water on my cheeks, as I convinced myself, or rather tried to convince myself, that the tears were for a lost love in my life and not for the friend, I desperately needed right now.
I moved forward. I didn’t need you, I told myself. I was fine without you. I could cry alone. I didn’t need a shoulder for my tears. My sleeves could wipe them away.
I was angry. How could you leave me, so easily. Was I so easy to not love? The reality of the thousands of times you told me otherwise, being a lie, hit me. I never thought you could lie. Yet here I was, crying out from anger, as I realised how unlovable, I was for you. You told me, you needed me. The craving to be needed in someone's life set in. I wasn’t needed. I wasn’t needed or loved anymore.
Another need for you came. Crying out alone, as the breaths became shorter, quicker, more shallow. Fingertips tingling, from lack of oxygen. Throat hurting from the growing lump. Desperately trying to breathe, yet no air came. Lungs hurting. Dizzy head. I needed you. I couldn’t do this. Desperate to end the pain. Afraid to do so. Maybe the pain was what I needed to live again. Pain to restart the feelings, I had lost with you walking out. The 2 am laughs. The cool air feeling refreshing, rather than cold and lonesome. I didn’t need you, I reminded myself. You walked out because of my fear for people with the life ideas, you were growing. I reminded myself, I didn’t need people like the one, you were becoming.
The pain was still growing despite my efforts to convince myself that I had killed it. I was convinced, the pain of the you-shaped hole in my life and the need for that hole to be filled was gone. I knew that logically, I shouldn’t need you or miss you. Your new leaves were toxic to the touch and I shouldn’t want to die from you.
As my fingers hovered over the message, I wanted to send you, I knew, it wasn’t the new, toxic you, I missed. I reminded myself of that, as I deleted the message. I missed the 3 am drunk calls. The messages as you worried. The funny memes. The warm ‘idiot’s from you. The laughs we shared over the dumb things you did. I missed the love you gave, as I drew red lines on my skin.
I smiled at the funny and sad memories. I missed it. Longing for the comfort you gave me. Was it me that made you toxic, I thought every time the wind ruffled through my own leaves. Maybe my own roots had made me toxic? Looking at the empty spot you left. It felt almost as toxic as you. I knew it wasn’t. You were toxic.
The anger growing. Why did you turn toxic? Were you always toxic? Had I just never noticed? I hated the toxic leaves of yours and the spikes they had. They were dark, no light reaching them. I missed the green and yellow lively leaves of yours.
Anger growing, as the tips of my own leaves turned brown, dying. You were to blame, I told myself. You had poisoned me. I was sure. Yet the poison was hate and anger.
The sorrow of you leaving had been buried under the fire feeding my hate for you. Burning me, as I reached in, trying to whatever I was missing. The fire consumed my reaching hands, screaming from the burns, as I reached the buried pain. The flames trying to burn the pages, as I pulled them out. Tears wetting my sleeves, as I realised, I was turning toxic, like you. Reading the happy past on the burned pages. I smiled for the last time as the pages fell into the box of memories. The fire dying. Smiling with tears on my cheeks. The pain, the need for you fading, as you became memories. I didn’t need you. I was okay being alone once again.
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'Under The FairyLights' Teaser
SUMMARY- Rothnia is a kingdom that defines love in the most passionate of ways. the prince of Rothnia has a week that is, exact seven days to find the girl of his dreams or else he's to marry a fair princess of a far away kingdom..The thing is, can he find someone who can conquer his cold heart with her presence? Maybe...
⛓️Pairing- A kinda cold-hearted Prince!Jungkook x A calm village girl!reader
⛓️PART 1 Genre- Fluff; Stargazing; Kinda Love at first sight; Abit of kissing maybe but not on her mouth just yet; Lots and lots of cuddles anddd ig that's it
Author- Honestly I'm not so sure if I'm gonna make this a standalone OR a series so kindly lemme know ..... also there's gonna be smut in this one so be safe lovelies :)
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I never loved you
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jungkook
Summary: What if you had to lie to protect someone you loved?
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: angst, mild crying/hyperventilating
A/N: first fic posted here so feel free to leave any feedback aight thank youu
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Things had been hard recently, from the extra shifts at work to the growing tension between Jungkook and the other members of BTS. With BTS’ sudden spike in popularity, it made it all just even more stressful. Neither of them would tell you that it was all because of you since they all cared deeply about you, but you could see it on the looks they would throw Jungkook’s way and the rising tension in the room whenever you entered.
You and Jungkook had been together since high school and all of them had been supportive of your relationship. You remember how they all used to tease Jungkook about how shy and adorable he would get in your presence or how he would go out of his way to make you laugh on your bad days. You guys would do everything together, from watching bad movies after their dance practice to suffering while eating one of Namjoon’s meals. After some time, they became more than just some friends you would hang out with, they became your second family.
That’s why it felt so weird when some months ago everyone had suddenly distanced themselves from you. The few times you would hang out with the boys they would be quiet and stiff, constantly throwing glances to each other while awkwardly just sitting in silence. The smiles and hugs they used to give you when you saw each other had been reduced to awkward smiles as they held their distance. It was like someone had flicked a switch and made them forget about all the moments and memories you shared with them.
You questioned Jungkook about it but every time you asked, he tried to change the subject and the few times he would give in and acknowledge your worries, he would tell you not to worry, that it will all go back to normal soon and that they don’t mean anything bad. You wanted to believe him since you missed the good times you had with all of them, but it really didn’t seem like the end of all of this was in sight. Still, you choose to trust in him that things would eventually go back to normal.
You shouldn’t have been surprised when you heard shouting coming from their dance studio while walking up the stairs, but this sounded like something more serious than the occasional small fights they would have over their choreography. You knew it was rude to listen in but being tired from work and just wanting answers to all the tension between them all you sat down with your ear to the door, trying to hear what was going on.
“Jungkookie, please calm down.” You heard Jimin say.
“No! I’m tired of it, of all of this. Why can’t everything remain normal? Why do we have to change to make them happy?” Jungkook shouted. You have heard him get mad in the past, but he would never yell this loudly. It was like all his feelings had been piled up for ages and they were finally running wild in one giant outburst.
“This is how things always have been. You constantly must change yourself to what the media wants to not risk getting thrown in the trash again.” Yoongi said. Given he was right, but what would they need to change? And who wanted them to change?
“Jungkook, I know it’s hard, but you have heard it yourself at the meetings with the managers. They aren’t happy about your relationship with Y/N since they want us all to be single to the public eye. I’ve tried arguing with them about it, how it will only make it worse rather than good trying to push you two to break up but...” Namjoon cut his sentence short, his sadness bleeding through his words. Your heart sank, all the tension and meetings they have had to have with their company was because of you? Because you simply existed?
“You know we really do care and love Y/N-“ Taehyung started.
“Is that why you have been treating her so cold? Cause you care about her?” Jungkook snapped back, you didn’t think he noticed their cold remarks as much as you did but you were clearly wrong.
“We are acting according to what the managers instructed us to do. They thought that if we all rejected her you would to, none of us like this but with the growing tension between the higherups we have no choice but to follow what they tell us. We have no idea on what they are planning to do to any of us.” Jin said and you swear you could hear a hint of fear in his voice. It sent shivers down your spine. Jin never used to really care or listen to the company but by the way he sounded right now really made you realize how serious this is.
“I just want to be with who I want to be with, I won’t leave her! I’d rather quit and give this whole career up!” Jungkook was now crying while shouting and it broke your heart even more, you hadn’t even noticed until now, but tears were forming in your eyes to.
“I’ll quit.. If they try to push this anymore than they already have then I will walk away..” His voice got quieter with every word he spoke. You could hear that he was dead serious about all of this. You brought up a hand to your face to try and muffle your small cries. It would be insanity to throw everything he had worked so hard for away.
“It won’t go that far, they will stop if we just tell them firmly, right?” Jimin said, unsure but hopefully at the same time.
“It will have to because all of this is becoming too much, too much pain and emotional stress for us to deal with while trying to balance all the work we have to do as well, especially for Jungkook.” Hoseok was quiet for a moment before continuing. “It was wrong for us to follow what they said. None of us should be forced to change to please someone else.”
“Yeah, at the next meeting we will tell them straight up how we feel about all of this. You won’t have to give her up.” Namjoon said.
“We all support you in this. We just want you to be happy and we will support and follow you no matter what decision you make, Jungkookie.” Taehyung followed up.
You couldn’t take listening to all of this anymore. You got up quickly and ran down the stairs, almost tripping over your own feet in your rush, into the cold air of the night. Why couldn’t the damn company and managers leave you alone? Would it really be that bad if it got out that you two were in a relationship? You shook your head to yourself as you softly cried while walking to your shared apartment. Would Jungkook really walk away from it all for you? What right did you have to deprive him from his career? All these thoughts were swirling around in your head so much it was starting to give you a headache. You had no idea what to do but you knew you couldn’t just watch him destroy his career for you.
By the time you reached the apartment, your tears had dried up and you just felt empty. The trip you made down to their studio was meant to surprise them all, in hopes that they would maybe have reacted like they did long ago. You had imagined yourself dancing to their songs with them and hopelessly failing the choreography while they laughed and danced along. You took of your shoes and jacket while looking at your phone, Jungkook was meant to come home in 2 hours, after his practice had finished. You sat down on the couch with your head in your hands, the headache from earlier sitting in. With a heavy sigh, you knew what you had to do. With your mind being clouded by endless emotions you weren’t sure if you were thinking clearly anymore, but you knew you couldn’t sit idly by.
Around 2 hours passed, and you were still sitting in the same spot, looking out the window. The gloomy weather reflecting how you felt in that moment. Suddenly, .he door handle rustled, and you looked over. Jungkook stepped inside, giving you a warm smile as he took of his jacket and shoes. How you were going to miss that smile.
“Sorry for being a bit late, Jimin wanted to try this new move and-“
“We need to talk.” You told him. You watched as his smile faded away into a look of concerned as he sat next to you.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jungkook said, anxiety visible in his eyes.
“No no, nothing happened. We just... I need to tell you something.” You took a deep breath, how on earth were you going to do this? Jungkook took your hands into his as he slowly nodded, trying to meet your adverting gaze.
“I… This thing… Us… It just doesn’t work anymore, I’m sorry.” You said quietly, every word cutting deeper into your heart.
“W-what? What do you mean?” He quickly blurted out. He held your hands tighter as if you were going to slip away any second.
“I can’t do this, Jungkook. This relationship can’t continue.” You pulled away from his hands and stood up. You walked over to the window, trying to desperately look anywhere but at Jungkook’s eyes. Yours were already starting to fill up with tears which you tried to furiously blink away, you could only imagine how Jungkook looked right now.
“But why? Have I done something wrong? Please don’t do this, just tell me what to do to fix it! Please Y/N... I won’t give you up, I never will..” You could hear his voice break and you now knew that his eyes were as filled with tears as yours. Jungkook stood up and walked over to you, reaching out. You wish you could just embrace him. To tell him it was all just a cruel joke and that you don’t want any of this. But it would be even crueler for you to knowingly force him to throw away his dream and everything he has worked for so far, you couldn’t risk him losing everything… Little did you know that you were his everything.
“No! I can’t do this anymore, I can’t continue to lie, Jungkook.” You turned around to face him, it took everything in you to not break down on the spot. His eyes were red and filled with tears. He looked so tired and broken, but it would hurt less if you ended it rather than him ending his career, right?
“Lie?..” Jungkook’s voice was low and quiet, he was so afraid of what you were going to say. Why were you suddenly doing this? You two had known each other for so long, it was almost the perfect love story. Why would you throw all of that away? Had it all been a lie?
“I don’t love you, I never did. I thought I could but.. I can’t, Jungkook, I’m sorry.” You looked into his eyes and you could see his whole world fall apart. Your own heart had shattered into what felt like a million pieces, you weren’t sure if you would ever recover from this. You kept looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to see right through you, to see how equally hurt you were by your own words. Jungkook swallowed hard and took a sharp breath. He turned around and practically ran out of the apartment. You could hear him very quietly say to himself that it wasn’t true, as he hurried out and slammed the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, you fell to the ground clutching at your chest. Your heart was beating so fast while at the same time hurting like hell. You could not stop crying nor hyperventilating no matter how hard you tried. This is the best way, you are doing the right thing. You just need to keep telling yourself that. You are going to be okay, Jungkook is going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay.
After some time had passed and you were finally able to calm down a bit, at least enough to be able to breath and think somewhat clearly, you took a deep breath and stood up. You were pretty sure Jungkook wouldn’t be back tonight, if he would even be back in the coming days, you truly didn’t know. Your legs and heart felt heavier than usual, but that’s understandable. You slowly made your way over to your shared bedroom. The apartment wasn’t very big, but it never bothered you two. It was big enough to fit all the essentials and Jungkook always used to say that the most important part was just being together. You picked up one of your bags from under the bed and filled it with all your clothes and essentials. It was hard to ignore the wall you had above your bed, which was filled with pictures of you and all the boys together, but mostly you and Jungkook. It was pictures all the way from your high school days to recent times. You two looked so happy, Jungkook looked so happy... Why did the world have to be so cruel? You looked away before all the tears and sadness could fully swallow you again. You knew this was the right thing to do but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Before Jungkook had come home, you had asked and made sure that you could stay with a friend for a while. You had to keep your distance and not allow any room for yourself to break and tell him how you really felt, you had to make sure you stay away.
After coming back and filling the bag with everything you needed from the bathroom and living room, you found yourself standing before the wall of pictures again. Before really thinking it through, you took down your favorite picture of you two together. It was a picture you took of each other at a little noodle shop near your apartment. You always went there when you both got cravings for noodles at 3am or just needed some fresh air. That particular day was after a hard week of practice for him and a long work week with extra shifts for you, you hadn’t been able to really talk to each other much at all for the whole week so you two just decided to go out and eat together like you had done in the past. It brought you a lot of comfort even if you didn’t really talk about anything special, it was enough to just be there with him. In the picture you could see how tired both of you were but at the same time just how happy you were, it was like you both had everything you could ever ask for in the world. You quickly stuffed the picture in the bag before you could become too sentimental.
You threw the bag over your shoulder, silver lining of not owning a lot of things. You looked around the apartment as you slowly made your way to the front door, taking each view of it in because you knew there would be little chance of you returning here if you could help it. As you walked outside and locked the door, you looked down at your necklace. You hadn’t even realized you were still wearing it. It was the necklace Jungkook got you on your first anniversary. On its own it wasn’t much, it was half a heart but when put together with the other half, his necklace, it would form a whole heart. He had said that’s how you made him feel, like he belonged, like he was finally whole. You know you shouldn’t keep it, but you couldn’t ever imagine yourself getting rid of it. The necklace meant so much to you. You tuck it under your hoodie as you lock the door and start to move down the stairs, you intended to stop by the company to leave the keys before you go over and stay at your friend’s place. Stepping out of the apartment complex, the cold nights air hits you, the weather gradually getting worse but not enough for it to rain yet. You start to slowly walk, each step feeling heavy. All the events of tonight came back fresh into your mind. All you ever wanted was for Jungkook to be happy, you wanted the world and more for him and if you had to sacrifice your own happiness for it, then so be it.
You really hope you made the right decision.
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A/N: i might make a part two set some years in the future but not entierly sure yet... Either way thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed this c:
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