Stories Of Us

Stories of Us

↳ Winter

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre:  Angst, Scifi, Drabble

Words: 1.5K

A/N: This is a winter themed spin-off of a new Scifi fic that I’ll be releasing next year called “Of Stardust and Spacetime”, so it might be a little confusing (but aren’t all of my scifi fics, so what’s new? lol). I hope you guys enjoy this short glimpse! Happy Holidays ^_^

His name was Jeon Jungkook.

He possessed a pair of doe eyes that could convey more than words are capable of and a penchant for Santa hats and strawberry lollipops. He doesn’t know it yet, but you met him a long, long time ago. Sometimes you have these thoughts, doubts that try to persuade you that it was all a hallucination, and he didn’t actually learn your name on a frosty winter evening when the entire world was masked under the silence of the night. It’s easier to believe that none of it was real because the laws of the universe do not make exceptions for souls separated by millions of light-years.

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Dance For Me

↔Genre: Romance; fluff; established relationship.

↔Warnings: None.

His finger rested upon his bottom lip, his eyes were locked upon your form, his breath was snatched right from within his lungs.

After much begging on your part, he had finally taught you to dance only a mere handful of ways.

Your eyes had grown teary the more he put it off to the side until he could handle your quivering lip no longer, but how he wished he had agreed sooner just to witness how your eyes had rounded in pure excitement.

He had demonstrated what you were to do and you had followed almost perfectly aside from the few times he had corrected your stance.

But now he found that this little idea had proven itself to be far more interesting than planned once he had witnessed you display all you had learned from him.

You stood before him after your little performance came to a close, breathless but with satisfaction before he requested something of you that tilted your head in confusion.

"Dance for me," he breathed, an almost entranced expression upon his feautures, "without the music."

Your brow quirked and your lips parted to protest but he simply stared expectantly until you did as told, you silenced the soft music that wandered throughout the air.

Your body fell into the movements you had learned from him, whilst you moved with fluid grace, but you had repeated the steps rather clumsily, it was obvious that you paled in comparison to his own.

Yet, he found it adorable and he was stricken with more love for you if that was even possible.

The corners of his lips quirked upwards as his eyes glued themselves to your form to watch you, intently.

It was addicting, it kept him always desiring more as if he could never have his fill of watching your sweat slick form swaying before him.

Tiredness clung to you until he brought himself to your side where you twirled about, just his mere presence seemed to breathe more energy into your nearly exhausted body.

His hand caught your much smaller one to entangle your fingers together with a detectable grin upon his lips, you found their pull to you to be almost irresistible in their calling.

Your figures moved swiftly as if they were one with every step or twirl, your bodies circled the other, almost if it were pure instinct guiding you both closer to the other.

You danced to no more than the melody of your ragged breaths and steadily thumping hearts that drummed within your chests.

You had both indulged the other in the feeling of your bodies moving together, it brought an addictive euphoric feeling to wash over you both.

His low whispers that were murmured to your skin rose chilling bumps across your arms and legs until you stilled within his arms.

Wrapped within his grasp, prespiration shining upon your skin. You gazed up at him, he was your sun, you were just a mere planet that was drawn into him and you had never wanted anything more.

His smile simply gleamed with mischeif, it twinkled in the low light, his fingers interlaced with your own that was held close to his chest.

"When did I say you could stop?, sweetheart?"

— i love so i let go.

+ genre and warnings :: spiderman!jeongguk + reader, spiderman/superhero au, college au, implied friends to lovers au that’s if i ever decide to finish that spiderguk fic or make more drabbles out of it but i make no promises i’m sorry

+ notes :: this is a scene from a bigger fic i tried to write but haven’t finished and i’m not sure when i’ll pick back up again buuut i liked this bit so i decided to post it on it’s own as a little drabble! it’s kind of overdramatic and corny and very fluffy, but i think you all expect that by now 

+ side notes :: i suppose this is connected to the spiderguk drabble from the 100wtsily list as that’s what inspired me to start writing the bigger fic, but it can definitely bc read as a stand-alone 

Jeongguk squats on your windowsill, one hand holding the glass exterior of your apartment building, the other resting on the bottom of the sill, eyes looking straight ahead into yours. He can hear the sirens behind him, and you can see their lights dance across his face; red and blue like his second skin. 

He should follow them, go to help, but he stays frozen. He knows you’ll be fine here, safe from whatever harm has come back to the city, but that’s not why he isn’t moving. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have taken off his mask in front of you a week ago, maybe he shouldn’t have told you his biggest secret. It would have made moments like these easier, for the both of you, but he always hated lying to you. Besides, Jeongguk knows you would have figured it out sooner or later. You’re smart like that. 

“You—you should go, they’re gonna need you, Guk,” you choke out, and Jeongguk’s eyes grow three times in size because that is not the sentence he was expecting to come out of your mouth. 

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‘tis the season to be freezin’

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Is that Jung Hoseok drunken caroling outside of my window at 2 am?

Word Count: 3,621

Genre & Warnings: College Au, FLUFF. Hobi being adorable. Gratuitous use of Jane Eyre quotes. 

You heard Jung Hoseok before you saw his face. 

It was the first day of English Literature 1A, a class you needed for the credits, despite it having nothing to do with your major. Still, you did appreciate the classics, so you didn’t mind too much. You’d arrived a few minutes early in the hopes of getting a decent seat near the front, a hope that was fulfilled when you stepped in and saw only a handful of students. The professor wandered in not much later, and class began right on time. You zoned out a bit since the topic was Jane Eyre, a book you’ve read countless times as well as watched every movie adaption there was. You could recite the story in your sleep. 

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- Love & Zombies -

Aaah I know I’m late to the party but this literally came to me today at work after watching Train to Busan with my hubby yesterday 😅

Summary: you and your boyfriend stay in for Halloween for a movie night, and the movie of choice is Train to Busan! Not only your boyfriend is a scaredy cat, he also asks you a pretty heavy question that may affect your relationship.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: fluff, domestic, established relationship au, idol au

Word count: 1600

Warning: none other than it’s heavy with plots and spoilers of the movie Train to Busan! And of course depiction of JHS in the story is pure of my imagination.

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Halloween has always been one of your favorite events in the year. You like cosplaying, making your own costumes and putting on an alter ego even for just a couple of hours. You even came up with this year’s costume right after Halloween last year. You were excited when you found a beautiful red trench coat in a vintage shop just a few days after, complete with the red wide brim hat. Unfortunately because of the pandemic, your Halloween plans are cancelled, and your debut as Carmen San Diego has to wait for another year.

You know your boyfriend is the jumpy type, screaming and squealing at the smallest sound. And he has been very adamant that you will not be watching any horror movies of the supernatural type. So you have chosen Train to Busan and Shaun of the Dead. Although both are zombie movies, there aren’t many jump scare scenes and the gore level is pretty tame. You are quite sure your boyfriend won’t be hanging on to you for dear life throughout the night.

Hoseok settles on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn on his lap as you start the first movie, Train to Busan. He claimed he has seen it before, albeit he covered his eyes 99% of the time.

He is still quite relaxed over the opening scene, until the dead deer on the road came back to life. He sits closer to you, pressing his side tightly against yours.

“Hobi-ah, it’s not even 5 minutes into the movie!” You tease him.

“The deer, YN, it’s a zombie deer!” You chuckle and pat his head. He laughs and tries to relax, but you feel your body starts leaning to one side with Hoseok pressing so much onto your other side.

Hoseok makes some comments as the movie unfolds- how cute the little girl playing the daughter is, how good looking Gong Yoo is in his suit- and you know it is just his way to calm and distract himself over what is to come. He hides behind your back when the injured young woman gets into the train and squeals when the little girl saw a person getting jumped by a zombie at the train platform.

Everything goes downhill from there. He keeps telling the characters to run, to hide, to fight the zombies, all the while with a deathly grip on your hand. You even had to save the bowl of popcorn from falling off his lap because he is moving too much, agitated.

“It’s ok Hoseokie, I will protect you,” you coo at him.

“Ah, YN, I should be the one protecting you but I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything.” He laughs nervously.

“No babe, we’ll work together, right. I’d arm myself with a baseball bat to smash the zombies’ heads.” You tilt your head. “You know, I don’t understand why they don’t just aim at their knees. Break their knees, they wont be able to chase after you.” You wonder out loud.

“Wah YN, you’re really thinking seriously about this.” Hoseok is practically sitting behind you know. His hands are on your shoulders, massaging them gently except for the few times when the zombies get too close to the characters and he squeezes your shoulders hard. Super hard.

“Of course, in an apocalypse we must think critically to survive. I’d kill the zombies, you can be in charge of food. Rationing, cooking. You’re much better at planning than I am. And when I’m tired of killing zombies, you can give me shoulder massages.”

Hoseok chuckles at that, and kisses the back of your head.

You both continue the movie, Hoseok now sitting behind you and you between his legs. You crack up a few more jokes, pointing out some of the mistakes the characters in the movie commit, and promising your boyfriend all those errors have been etched on your brain to ensure you wouldn’t do the same in a zombie apocalypse. Hoseok is more relaxed now, laughing and teasing at how serious you are planning your and his survival.

Until you come to the scene where the selfish executive pushes the high school girl to the zombies to save himself.

“Poor Wooshik,” Hoseok says, “he has to see his girlfriend turn into a zombie!”



You scoff at the scene, especially at the part where Wooshik’s character is cradling his girlfriend and apologising to her. “It’s stupid,” you comment, “he’s gonna die soon.”

And sure enough, once the girl has stopped convulsing and truly turned into a zombie, she bites her boyfriend.



“See!” you shout. “He’s so stupid, he’s survived all this while only to die because he can’t leave his girlfriend!”

Hoseok pulls your body aside, half turning it so you can face him.

“Babe, if I got bitten by a zombie, you’d stay with me, right?” He asks, eyes serious and voice earnestly worried.

“Of course not! You’ve been bitten!” You answer, perhaps too quickly.

“So, you’d leave me behind?” His voice is rising, full of disappointment and hurt.

“Well, do you want me to die with you or to continue surviving?”

Hoseok looks puzzled at your question, and unable to answer.

“I mean, if I can put you in a place where you’d be confined after you become a zombie, yeah I’d stay with you,” you think out loud, “but say in that same situation like in the movie, where you’d easily jump me and eat my brains, I’d probably kiss you goodbye right after you get bitten then I’d run to save my ass.”

“I am seriously hurt, YN. I can’t believe you’d leave me.” Hoseok pouts.

“Well if I don’t leave, YOU would kill me! Is that any better?” You counter.

He huffs and you both continue watching the movie in silence. You find it funny that Hoseok would take it so seriously and you want to laugh at the silliness of it. But you also know you need to do some damage control to cheer up your sunshine.

“Hobi, in an apocalypse, we have to think logically and critically. We can’t let emotions make decisions for our survival.” You turn slightly so you can drape an arm around your boyfriend. Your position has shift so now you’re sitting sideways in his lap, and you kiss his cheek tenderly.

“I love you, and I’d never ever leave you, you know that. And even if I had to, because you’re turning into a zombie, I’d be crying and crying over losing you for days, months, and even years. I won’t stop thinking of you. And I’d be blaming myself for failing to protect you. And I give you permission to haunt me to my dying days as my penance.”

You turn his head to face you, and you kiss him softly on his lips. “I love you, Jung Hoseok.”

“I love you too, YN,” he replies, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back sweetly.

Then he suddenly lets go of you, and you stumble back on the sofa. “Oh my god YN! Gong Yoo! That evil executive bit him!”

Hoseok is practically fuming, “Ah, that selfish man, I hate him! Why does he have to bite Gong Yoo? That poor girl, she now has to see her father turn into a zombie!”

You right yourself up, staring at your boyfriend in amusement. “Aish YN, I can’t believe Gong Yoo is turning into a zombie.” Hoseok is truly looking very, very affected by the turn of events in the movie. And when Gong Yoo’s character throws himself off to save his daughter, you are pretty sure your boyfriend is in the brink of tears.

Hoseok is now leaning forward, and asking you if the little girl will survive. You feel like telling him that no, the girl will become a zombie too just to tease him. But he is gripping your hand so hard at the ending scene of the movie, shouting at the soldiers not to shoot the girl and the other survivor. And when the girl starts singing while crying, Hoseok is shaking your shoulders while still screaming for the girl to survive and live.

Once the end credits roll, Hoseok plops back on the sofa, breathing heavily in relief. You look at him, and announce, “OK, let’s not watch Train to Busan anymore. This movie does not do you, or us, any good.”

“I agree, YN, it’s just too sad. Too sad!” He laments.

Too sad? You scoff and swat your boyfriend. He reacts in his typical manner- eyes wide and face full of innocence while asking you what he has done to earn a smack on his arm. You jump on him, tickling him and pretending to eat him like a zombie would, and he trashes around, laughing hysterically, trying to escape you.

He finally manages to flip you and pin you down. His laughter dies down to a soft smile, and he leans down to kiss you.

“I love you, my zombie killer. Happy Halloween.”

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Foreverland

➜ Words: 15.2k

➜ Genres: 95% Fluff, 5% Angst, Peter Pan!AU

➜ Summary: Just because you’re nineteen doesn’t mean you aren’t still a CHILD! So why does everyone want you to grow up so badly?! Is it so wrong to not want to work? To get married?! And for heaven’s sake, you’ll wed anyone but boring Namjoon! Little do you know, a certain fairy boy’s about to grant your wish and whisk you far away from this nightmare.

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