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admiring from afar

characters: jeon jungkook x female reader.

summary: you owed a friend a favour, a favour which entailed a blind date. but the catch, it was only blind on your side.

genre/rating: strangers to lovers au (?), blind date au with a lil angst. a lil fluff. and a lot of smut (minors do not interact). 18+

word count: 10.1k

warnings: very awkward first encounter, jk is slightly obsessed, mentions of heartbreak and insecurities, oh so v dramatic, mature language, a lil cheesy romance, and very passionate sex. smut warnings (18+): body worship, slight dom/sub dynamics, soft dom!jk, oral (fem and male recieving), fingering, so much praise, dirty talk, very intimate, lots of kissing, biting/marking, overstimulation, protected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, power play, manhandling, needy!jk, lots of cum, and aftercare <3

a/n: hi. a quick backstory, i used to write on here. but lost inspiration. and now i am back, with new inspiration. i have been army for fourteen months now (a lil baby), and i want to start writing again. i didn’t mean for it to be this long btw. anyways, i hope you like this but lmk! feedback is always appreciated. i really wanna interact and get to know people on here :) disclaimer: i am not a professional writer by any means, so this is no shakespeare masterpiece. but it’s something lmao.

So maybe it was just a tiny bit awkward, which was not entirely your fault. Blind dates weren’t your forte per se. And clearly, they were not his either.

Exactly three minutes and thirty-two seconds had passed since you sat across from the mysterious man. The number was oddly specific because the nerves had you checking your wrist every two seconds.

What had you so nervous in the first place? It could be the fact you were seventeen minutes late. Or maybe that the dress code for this date had been lost in translation. Or the fact you can't remember the last time you were on a proper date.

No, you were nervous because you were sat across from, possibly, the most beautiful man on the planet. His aura radiated confidence, power and prowess. If you were watching an animal planet documentary, he would be on the top of the food chain. The apex predator.

It was intimidating. You sat on the uncomfortable wooden stool, allowing his dark eyes to consume you. At first glance, they had seemed innocent as if they belonged to a child. It was the first thing you had noticed about the man. However, just as a kid, the initial curiosity had settled. They had been judging you, sizing you up.

They had explored your appearance and features, before glancing at his own watch. Evidently, not pleased with your tardiness. His eyelids relaxed, covering the whites of his piercing gaze. You had weakly smiled at the gesture, offering an apology as you hesitantly took a seat.

Your hands had immediately found a home on your lap, intertwined and sweaty. This had not been the plan for the first interaction. It felt as though you were in the principal's office. Your index finger and thumb pinched your dress as you began to rethink and regret every decision.

You wore a simple mid-length black dress, that hugged your body. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but, before the date, you had googled the location, information that your friend kindly shared. It was a small bar, off the beaten track, hidden in a corner of the buzzing city. A den of sorts. You had thought it was a speakeasy.

Your company for the evening had decided on a much more casual outfit. Denim jeans and a black oversized shirt. You noticed a black leather jacket on the stool next to him, a packet of cigarettes peeking out from the pocket. A tattooed hand caressed a glass of whiskey on the small oak table. Why was he so frightening in this setting?

The bar was quiet. Three other couples and a few stranglers occupied the cosy setting. Your eyes quickly surveyed the area, mapping out a safe escape. Like you were cornered prey.

You don’t know if it was the flames that were ablaze in the fireplace, but the temperature had grown exponentially causing the light makeup to become dewy in the lowly lit room. Lips were dry as you tried to find the words to finally break the silence.

The man silently watched your struggle, enjoying the way you were melting beneath his gaze. He wasn’t a cruel man, but he found it amusing that he had this effect on you. A total stranger.

“Are you okay? You aren’t sick are you?” He teased with a slight smirk appearing across his face, which he graciously hid by raising the glass to his lips.

Your heart snapped, chest tightening. This was utterly embarrassing. “No.” You muttered, ripping the cropped jacket from your body. “Just very hot in here.” His tongue poked at his cheek concealing the smile. His action made the room a thousand times hotter.

“A red wine for the lady.”

Startled, you twisted your body to face the intruder. “I was told that was your go to.” You heard the stupidly handsome man say, as you thanked the bartender who placed the drink in front of you.

“Um, yeah. That was very kind of you. Thank you.” The end of your sentence drifting off into the humid air as you were reminded that you had no idea who he was.

“Jungkook.”

You shyly nodded, as if you were being scalded for not answering a question right. Fuck, this was pathetic. Grabbing the wine glass, you took a gulp. Not very ‘lady-like’, but liquid courage was needed if you were to continue to look this man in the eye.

“Y/N” you answered, wiping the red stain from your lips.

He chuckled at the action. Which for some unknown reason, he thought was cute. But nothing was cute about this scenario.

He had anxiously waited nearly twenty minutes for your arrival. Fingers tapping his empty whiskey glass, silently praying you would show up. He may have had one or two before you arrived, trying to calm his own nerves.

His older friend, Namjoon, had mentioned you multiple times. Telling stories of your shared college years and your friendship. He painted you out to be this outgoing, caring, and smart woman. How if he was ever in trouble, you’d be the person he’d call. Mature, reliable, and loyal. All these attributes were what Jungkook desired in a partner. What he needed.

Admittiedly, Jungkook was lost. His life had been a struggle. He hadn’t found his place in the world yet. But slowly and surely, he could feel himself getting there. Finding himself amongst the masses. And this was his chance.

When Namjoon mentioned you had thought about dating again, Jungkook practically begged him to set up the date. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had been admiring you from afar.

Everything he had learned about you from Namjoon had solidified his interest in you. From your hobbies to your habits. You weren’t a stranger to him. He wasn’t a creep or a stalker. But when your name was mentioned in conversation, his ears perked. Absorbing every minor detail.

The second your frame appeared through the door, Jungkook’s heart plummeted to his stomach. If he was hooked to a monitor, it would’ve flatlined. Completely, entirely beautiful. Jungkook had seen photos of you with Namjoon, at a party or a gathering. But he swore, as cheesy as it sounded, they did you no justice.

But because Jungkook was still a boy a heart, he thought the best way to approach this date was to act cool and reserved. Thus, he mentally slapped himself, gathering composure as you entered the bar and walked towards him.

So the evident awkward atmosphere was also partially his fault.

“Namjoon has mentioned you before” you chirped, distracting Jungkook from the internal beating he was giving himself.

“Oh yeah? Only good things I hope” Jungkook cringed, wanting to slam his face against the table. Jin and his Dad jokes had subconsciously infiltrated his brain.

You giggled causing his ears to ring. Was he dying? If so, an angel sat before him, radiating the kindest, warmest smile he had ever experienced. He wanted to record that moment and put it on a loop for eternity.

The sudden change in Jungkook’s behaviour helped you regain some composure. The hard exterior was slowly breaking in front of you.

Namjoon had forced you onto this blind date. Claiming this guy would be your type. And also pointing out that you owed him for the countless calls he had to endure after your not-so-gracious breakup. Which you had countered by saying ‘that is what friends are supposed to do’ to which he argued ‘the amount of times he had carry you home after a drunken night was excessive’.

Maybe not your finest moment. But your ex had blindsided you, abruptly announcing he wasn’t in love with you anymore.

Namjoon has told you nothing about who you were meeting. Just that he was a friend. But you didn’t know it was that friend.

“Well, he mentioned that you are a bit, um, wild” you admitted, biting your lip as you avoided his stare. Shit, how long have you been running from eye contact at this stage?

Let’s say, Namjoon had once or twice, talked about his dismay regarding his younger friend's actions. His reckless behaviour was not appealing to his friend. They had shared an apartment for exactly twelve months before Namjoon called quits.

Jungkook’s eyes bulged at the discovery that his friend had shit-talked him to his crush. Sighing, his hand swooped through his hair as he concluded that this date was doomed. His chance disappearing before him.

“But” you continued. “He also mentioned how hard-working and determined you are. That you don’t turn away at the first obstacle. Which is admirable.”

Your eyes and his lock. The once intimidating gaze had disappeared, a softer, hopeful one replacing it. You were slightly confused.

“I am still trying to figure it all out honestly.” He spoke, nearly whispering the sentence as if he was ashamed. “I just want to try everything, give everything my all before I decide whether it’s what I want or not. I wouldn’t say that is admirable.” He clarified, chuckling as to mask his anxiety.

Why, of all people, did he think you were the person to expose his deepest feelings? Probably the alcohol. Easiest thing to blame.

“It tells me a lot about the kind of person you are.”

Silence. Jungkook didn’t know what to make of your comment. Was that a good thing? Did you like that kind of person? Absorbed in his thoughts, he stiffened. The awkwardness returning. You grabbed your glass of wine, taking a final sip.

“I am sorry Jungkook, but this doesn’t seem like it’s going to work.”

Shattered, his skin turned pale. A disaster. He couldn’t even spark your interest for longer than thirty minutes. Hesitant, he nodded, chugging down the remains of his own drink.

“No need to apologise Y/N. It was worth a shot” he smiled, trying to hide the heartbreak. He really did think he had a fighting chance. To win over the girl of his dreams.

“Let me walk you home, it is late. Namjoon would kill me if he found out I left you out there by yourself.”

“Thank you, but I only live five minutes away. I will be fine—“

“Please, I insist.”

You debated, maybe it was a bit late to be walking home alone. “If you are sure.”

Jungkook immediately grabbed his jacket, throwing it around his broad frame before gathering your bag and jacket, handing them to you. “Let’s go.”

Thanking him, you wrapped yourself in the light material, clutching the bag as you began to follow him to the exit.

Why did you end the date? Because you could feel him breaking your heart already. He was genuine. Too precious for you. He would promise you the world, and you would take it. But was that fair? No.

You realised, it was too soon. The cuts too deep to heal.

Some things in life are unfortunate, and they break people and leave them there to mend the pieces. You had let your insecurities win yet another mental battle in that moment. You didn’t deserve love. You couldn’t reciprocate it.

His figure cast a shadow on your fragile state as you left behind the possibility of starting over, leaving the warm bar behind and entering the dimly lit street. The cold breeze immediately attacked your skin, but the close proximity of Jungkook protected you from a full slaughter.

Jungkook stopped by the lamppost outside of the newly discovered hellhole, opting to light a cigarette to use the nicotine to ease his pain. A deep inhale allowed the mixture of chemicals to entire his system. He held for a few seconds, feeling the breath on his back copy his actions.

Exhaling, he turned to face you. “Where do you live?”

You blinked, completely forgetting that this man was practically a stranger. Comfort was found in his presence. “Yeah, sorry. Just follow me.”

And so he did. Step in step. He followed you along the quiet, darkened path.

As you began to walk under the rotten blossom trees, sudden ‘pitter patters’ reverberated off the dying leaves.

Just give me a break.

Removing the jacket from your body, you used it as a shield from the wet droplets. Jungkook did the same, using his leather jacket as an umbrella.

Once situated, you began to thread through the night. The path had brightened at the end of the blossom tunnel, and Jungkook’s eyes scanned your upper body. The small cropped jacket offered no protection. Your skin was littered with goosebumps due to the weather conditions.

Without thinking, Jungkook ran to your side, grazing you. He extended his arm, expanding the leather above your head. “Put your jacket back on, you’ll freeze.” He ordered.

Your cheeks dampened even though you were sheltered. Whispering gratitude, you tossed the jacket over your body, hugging yourself for comfort. Your head hung low, watching your feet drag against the floor.

“You don’t need to be kind to me. You shouldn’t.” You said whilst attempting to hide the cracks in your voice. But Jungkook’s eagle ears heard and that was the last straw.

Scanning the surroundings, he saw a porch sheltered by a cabana in the public playground. With a hand on the middle of your back, he guided you to it. You didn’t fight, just accepted it.

The downpour began to gain momentum as you picked up the pace. Once under the stable structure, you finally caved. Your tears flowed rapidly, matching the stream of rain. Cold and vulnerable.

The urge Jungkook felt to protect you, to engulf you, was animalistic. He couldn’t stop himself. He dropped his drenched jacket, wrapping his arms around you. And just like that, you were pulled into his chest, the warmth soothing some of the ache.

His posture softened to cradle you. Moulding himself to your delicate stature. It felt as though not a single inch of your skin was exposed.

He held you like that until your mind stopped racing and breathing slowed. With one last obnoxious sniffle, you unwillingly pried yourself from his body, pressing your hands against his forearms.

With the little courage you had, you looked up at him to offer yet another apology. But you were taken aback, thinking you’d meet the eyes of sympathetic man, yet all you saw was anger. Furrowed brows, a tight jaw with pursed lips.

“I am sorry—“

“Do not apologise. Are you okay? What happened?” Were the first words to leave his system.

Looking at the ground, you felt ashamed. You were supposed to have it all pieced together.

“Who did this to you?” He urged, pleading for you to open up.

“I did this to myself.” You snapped, not at him. At yourself. You pushed the wet strands of hair behind your ears, trying to make yourself a little more presentable.

In your peripheral, you saw a marble bench. Deciding your legs were too weak, exhausted from the exertion you just put your body through, you sat on the hard surface. Jungkook followed, squatting in front of you.

“If it’s any consolation, you look pretty, even when you cry”

“I don’t live far from here”

“Great, so we don’t have much further to walk in the rain” he whited.

Defeated and deflated, you sighed, looking at him with annoyance. He understood the suggestion behind your comment, however, he was not giving up on you just yet.

His knees were to his chest, arms folded neatly. The anger you once observed had dwindled into worry and sympathy. He knew that you were recently single, but didn’t know you were still recovering.

“Y/N” his voice softly echoed. “Talk to me, please. I know you don’t know me that well, but you should know I have cared about you for a while.”

He could immediately sense the change in your posture. “Not like that!” He rushed, not wanting you to feel threatened for a second in his presence. “Namjoon often talks about you. And he speaks so highly, admirably of you. Unfortunately, I can’t say he does the same about me.” He chuckles, in an attempt to ease the tension. Your features soften as you puff out a breath of air from your chest with a small smile.

“Anyways, I have been in awe of you. You sound like the purest person. The person that would be there through thick and thin. I don’t know why, but I gravitate towards you. I just want you all to myself. Tonight I wanted to prove to you that I am deserving of you. That’s why I asked Namjoon to set up this date. I wanted to prove to myself, that I deserve someone like you.” He sported a frown as he continued.

“But I have realised that I still have a lot of growing to do. That I am still immature. The way I acted on that date was stupid, and I am sorry. I was hoping the whole cold-hearted persona act would intrigue you. Foolish, but true.”

Perplexed, you just listened to him ramble. Trying to understand what was unfolding in front of you. He realised he was going off the beaten track, so he gathered himself by taking a slow breath.

“What I want to say, I do care. And I don’t want you in pain. I want you happy and healthy. Want to continue to blossom and bloom, even if I have to observe from afar. But, I- no sorry, you need to get over this obstacle to do so. And I am willing to help.”

Stunned. That is how you would describe yourself at this very moment. This not-so-stranger, had put the ball in your court. Gave you back the responsibility for your life. He didn’t take anything nor ask you for anything.

Although, minutes ago, you felt at your lowest, you were given the opportunity to overcome your hurt, your pain. And you were going to grasp it with two hands.

“Jungkook, I just feel so deflated. But you are right, this is my obstacle to climb. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself about the ‘what-ifs’. I can’t change the past, only heal and move on. And I am so sick of healing.’ You stated the facts. They were loud and clear. No more hiding. And you thought about your behaviour from the past twenty minutes and just laughed.

And you actually laughed. It was buried deep in you, but it lifted such a heavy weight off of you. If this man didn’t think you were crazy, he definitely did now.

To your surprise he joined in, crackling along with your insanity in that moment.

“A genuine laugh too? You are spoiling me now Y/N.”

You pushed his shoulder, rolling your eyes at his playfulness. You let the laughter die down before you decided to be bold. To finally choose you, not hide behind a world of pain any longer.

You placed a hand on top of his, engulfing it like he did with your body earlier. “I want your help.”

Jungkook froze for the umpteenth time that night. “Although I barely know you, I do know you’d be good for me. I just feel it and I can’t explain it. It might take me a while to accept it, but I deserve someone like you Jungkook.”

His mind must be deceiving him. He subtly pinched the skin on his arms, hoping you wouldn’t notice in case this was real. “And you deserve me and then some.”

Jungkook caved. His entire world collapsed around him. The evening took a one-eighty turn. He didn’t know how to respond, to hear the validation he craved. He was good enough.

Jungkook sprung to his feet, posture as straight as a pin as he ran his hand along his face, a smile erupting. Heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs as he processed your words. Mimicking his sudden movements, you rose to stand directly in front of him. Millimetres between your exhausted bodies.

Silence returned, but of a different kind. More like tension. Neither one of you knew what to do next. Both of you in shock from the unravelling that had just taken place in the children’s playground.

His eyes scanned your face, looking for something. A sign or signal. Something to help him determine his next move. Your eyes were like glass, their fragility reflecting in the moonlight. Cheeks wet, hair clumped and lip swollen. Although the scene was tragic, it was too much for the weakened man.

It was beautiful. You were beautiful.

Taking the initiative, he gently cupped your elbows causing your bodies to collide. A warmth engulfing the new couple.

Your forearms raised ninety degrees, hands finding comfort on his waist. Your fingers gripped the dampened material, gazing into his eyes. Pleading for something. Anything.

The world stopped, faith or gravity or Namjoon, whatever overseeing power was at play, had brought you together in this moment. It felt as if this was written in the stars, like this was supposed always to happen.

You and Jungkook.

Time was slow, everything in slow motion as Jungkook inched closer to your face. His neck concaving to allow his lips to hover over yours. His hot breath on your skin added to the warmth, sparking a fire in the middle of the abandoned park.

His eyelids became heavy, partially shielding his magnetic eyes. His pink tongue poked from his tight lips, swiping it across his dry lips. The small piece of metal embedded near the corner of his lips caught your attention as the coldness grazed you, as if testing the waters.

Seconds passed while Jungkook waited for any signs of hesitation or a change in body language. Giving you the opportunity to leave. But nothing.

Your eyes were wide open when your lips finally collided, crashing together to add more fuel to the burning flames. It was surreal, the way it was gentle but rough all at once. His lips rested against yours with force. Squished together, praying that this was real.

Your eyes collapsed, fingers tightening against his shirt, pulling his hips closer. He reciprocated your need, his hands trailing to the middle of your back, spread wide as they guided you towards him.

Both of your minds were turned to mush, completely enthralled in the moment. In the kiss. Every naturally born instinct had malfunctioned, both of you losing your breath.

Reluctantly, you pulled back, still retaining the strong grip on his clothing. You focused on your breath, allowing your heartbeat to return to a normal pace. Your eyes remained closed, knowing that if you even looked at Jungkook you would hyperventilate.

Jungkook was hyperaware. His senses turned up to the maximum as if he were Spider-Man in the middle of a war. He could feel your heartbeat through his hands, gradually slowing down. His ears honing in on your irregular breaths, drowning out the sound of the continuous droplets of rain against the roof. Eyes consuming you, all of you. His tongue licked his own skin as he did, tasting the strawberry lip balm you applied to his. But it was the smell of your perfume that was turning him into a madman. It was too real.

Once you felt stable, you opened your eyes staring at his black shirt which was stretched tightly across his torso due to your grip. Realising you were probably ruining the elasticity of it, you let go. Jungkook followed suit, releasing his hold on you, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of denim jeans. He shifted his centre of gravity onto the ball of his feet.

“Sorry” he mumbled, tongue playing with the warmed metal in his lip.

“Please don’t be” you weakly begged. You didn’t want him to regret that moment. “That was nice.”

His eyebrow piercing perked. “Only nice?”

Your lips curled, cheeks heated. “Maybe a bit more than that.” You giggled, like a five year old girl who was admitting her crush.

Jungkook dipped down stealing a single kiss. A simple peck. “Definitely more than that.”

Your eyes shot up, finding the courage to meet the man’s enchanting gaze. Bringing a hand to his sharp jaw, your thumb caressed his cheek. “Yeah maybe.”

The whole situation was so gentle. Sweet and innocent. As if it was written in a novel about young love. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Jungkook, with the biggest smile on his face, grabbed your hand pulling you towards the waterfall that was falling at the edge of the cabana. He swiftly bent, grabbing his jacket off the floor, swooping it over your head. “Better keep up.” He playfully smirked.

And then, he starts jogging. You gasped, laughing as you tried to catch up, trying to limit the exposure to the rain. Grabbing his shirt, you slowed him down, allowing you to wrap an arm around his back. He looked down, adjusting the makeshift cover to ensure you were sheltered.

You both continued to run through the rain, guiding him by pointing your finger. No words were shared, just laughter.

You made it to your house in no time thanks to all the adrenaline that ran through your veins. Grabbing your keys from your purse, which you somehow didn’t lose through the entire rollercoaster, you opened the door, crossing the threshold. You shook your body like a dog, removing extra water droplets that had built up on your frame.

Jungkook remained outside, still holding his jacket above his head. Admiring how cute you looked. “You can come in.” You insisted, shifting your body to the side, giving him room to enter.

His cheeks hollowed, jaw tightened and Adam’s apple bobbed. Nervous. Slowly, he brought one foot across the threshold. His boba eyes evident as he soaked in your home. Once again, his inner child appeared. Carefully, the other foot crossed over, his body awkwardly turning to keep the sodden jacket outside.

“It’s gonna make a mess” he concluded as his efforts to try and remove some of the wetness rendered useless.

Your eyebrows furrowed trying to find a solution to the problem. “One second.”

Kicking off your shoes, you ran into the living room, grabbing an unused clothes hanger. Carrying it towards the entrance where Jungkook stood. His posture hilariously reminded you of those standing still memes. Pursing your lips, you tried to hide the laugh from escaping.

You extended the legs of the hanger, placing it above the mat at the front door. “You can leave it on there. Maybe it will dry a bit.”

He nodded, tossing the jacket onto the hanger, cringing when he saw the water droplets soak the mat underneath. “You can take off your shoes”

Jungkook gulped, his throat restricting. “Yeah, I will, uh, call a taxi. Should be here soon.”

“You don’t have to go so soon.” You tested, leaning against the wall. “Our first date went, well, not-so-great. But I want to make amends.”

“So soon?” He choked as he wasn’t expecting an invitation.

“Don’t want the night to end I guess.”

You turned away, walking towards the kitchen. Praying that he would follow. But you wanted to give him the opportunity to make his choice and not pressure him with your looming presence.

Grabbing two wins glasses from your cabinet, you hoped when you faced back towards the kitchen island, a figure would greet you. And your wish was granted.

“I don’t have any whiskey. I hope wine is okay?” You asked, as you grabbed an unopened bottle from the countertop.

“Thank you. Wine is perfect.”

Placing the bottle down, you grabbed a corkscrew from the cutlery drawer. Jungkook walked to the corner of the island placing a hand on the bottle. His free palm was extended flat towards you. “Let me.”

Handing him the bottle opener, he got to work removing the cork from the bottle. The veins in his arms flared as he twisted the screw, bottom lip tucked into his teeth. So domestic. So hot.

Fumes oozed from the longneck bottle as it popped, dragging you out of your thoughts. Eyes snapped towards the glasses to avoid getting caught. He tipped the bottle, allowing the red fluid to pour into the empty glass, creating thick waves in the confined space.

“Thank you Jungkook.”

“No thank you Y/N. Spoiling me. This looks like good wine.” He commented, not because he was a wine connoisseur, but because the label looked fancy.

“I only use it on special occasions.” You admitted, bringing the filled glass up to your lips.

Jungkook did the same, soaking up the view in front of him. Your pupils were tucked seductively behind your lids as you made eye contact with him. He couldn’t tell if it was on purpose.

You looked so pretty, so raw. Lips were swollen, skin puffy, clothes wet, and hair rustled. Jungkook was in awe. His mind wandering.

“Special huh. What makes this so special?”

“It’s like a new chapter I suppose. Drinking to a new beginning.” You shrugged, taking another sip.

Jungkook liked the sound of that. “To a new chapter.” He toasted, tipping his glass towards you.

Catching onto the memo, you clinked glasses. “To a new chapter.” You confirmed before joining Jungkook with a celebratory sip.

Resting the drink on the countertop, you finally took in your appearance from the reflection that was in the glass. “I look like a wet dog.”

“I have a dog. Bam.” Jungkook announced. “Doesn’t look like you when he gets wet. Would be nice if he did.”

You chuckled at his weird attempt at a compliment. “Thanks I guess.”

“No- no. I uh- I wasn’t comparing you to my dog. Nothing like that. Just trying to say you don’t look like a wet dog. You are much more breathtaking.”

Fuck. Why him? He was too good to be true. Too sweet. Like sugar. He would probably end up poisoning you, but right now, was too addicting.

You couldn’t stop what your body did next. Leaning forward to kiss him. It was a peck. But it had Jungkook turning into putty. Before you could go too far, his lips chased yours, crashing into them again. Not letting you slip away.

His arms caged you against the countertop, hands gripping the edge. Your hands fled to find safety on his chest. His lips started to move against yours. Working to find a slow, steady rhythm.

He couldn’t stop, you were too delicious. Your hands travelled further north, resting around his neck, fingers threading through his wet locks. Pulling him impossibly close. Nose pumping as you moved frantically wanting to devour him.

One of his hands moved to your hips, pulling you towards his own. Your back was curved into a c-shape as you moulded to his body. Things were getting messy, hands and bodies continuously colliding. The hand on your hip, slid under your thigh, pulling you up to sit you on the counter.

As you slid on the flat surface, you bumped one of the glasses. You gasped, closing your eyes waiting for the clashing sound. However, it never came, Jungkook’s fast reflexes preventing the fall. “Whoa, easy there.” He teased, settling the glass.

The near accident had broken the momentum. “Sorry, was eager.”

Jungkook shamelessly scanned your body, taking note of every detail. “Yeah? What has you so eager pretty girl?”

The question had you wanting to shrink. Shrivel into nothing. His demeanour overpowering you. You tucked your head into his chest, saving yourself the embarrassment. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head. You noticed how wet his shirt was as you leaned against it.

“You are soaked.”

“That’s supposed to be my line baby.” Jungkook smirked as you slapped his shoulder, pushing yourself off his chest.

“Such a playboy.” You groaned hoping down off the countertop. “You will get a cold. I will get you a change of clothes. Come on.”

And there is that caring woman Namjoon has mentioned. Jungkook followed you, into what he believed to be your room. You bent down to grab some oversized sweats causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge from their sockets. Fuck.

“Here.” You said, extending your arm backwards to hand him the clean clothes. You continued to grab a pair for yourself, before straightening your posture.

“I’ll get changed in the bathroom.” You announced. “Actually, do you want to take a quick shower? To warm up?”

His jaw dropped. Your cheeks heated when you realised the innuendo that left your lips.

“I, fuck, not-“ “Will I be alone?”

He took a step forward, eyes burrowing into you. “Because I would be willing to take a shower if it’s with you.” He admitted, loving the effect he had on you.

Your words were stuck in your throat. Yes, you wanted to shower with him. But fuck, shower sex wasn’t the way you wanted to get the first taste of him.

Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook lowered his head, his lips fanning your ear. “Or I can think of another way to warm up.”

The whisper caused you to shiver, arms reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt. “Please.”

The beg was instinctive. It ticked off his biology, his primal need. Like a scavenger, he was ready to attack. His hands cupped your face, forehead resting against yours. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me.”

Your eyes connected, radiating the need and want that resided within you. “All yours Jungkook. Please.”

You barely finished the sentence before his lips were on yours again. Lips dancing with one another, teeth clashing as he desperately tried to get closer. You were the first to slip in a tongue, wanting to taste the poisonous sugar. He groaned, hands slipping down to your hips.

Tongues battled as he began to walk backwards, pulling you along for the journey. His legs hit the bed, knees collapsing to sit him down on the mattress. Your body chased him, crawling onto his lap, lips never disconnecting. You cringed once you realised the wet clothes were ruining the sheets. Jungkook felt your nose crinkle against his. “What’s wrong. Tell me.”

“We are wet and my mattress.” You whimpered.

“Fuck you are so cute.” He pecked your lips. “We can solve that issue real fast baby.”

His fingertips grazed your calf, just below your dress. “Can I take this off?”

You shyly nodded, scooting closer to him, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. His fingers tucked under your dress, pulling it up over your knees. It snapped, jumping to your upper thigh. His lips connected with your clavicle, licking and sucking at the skin. The dress was pulled further north, his hands resting at your hips.

“I’m so lucky. Fuck. Baby, lift your arms for me.” He murmured against your skin.

Immediately you followed his order. In hindsight, it was a bit pathetic. You responded as if the words had come from a police officer. You could see an eyebrow quirk below you, his teeth grazing the abused skin before leaning back.

His hands pulled the bunched dress up your body, uttering praise as he did. “Such a good girl. A goddess. Look at how beautiful you are.”

You were left in your underwear, dress thrown onto the ground. He was still fully dressed making your stomach twist and turn. The power he had over you in that moment, you felt weak. Your fingers played with his wet shirt, avoiding eye contact once again.

“Why don’t you get me undressed baby. We don’t want the water to seep into the mattress.”

Letting your hands fall, you started with his belt. Letting the metal clank as you undid it. You bit your lip when you saw how his hardness was sitting straight and pretty against the wet denim. The tips of your skin grazed it. Shit.

He watched as your stomach tightened, hips jerked. “Got me so hard. You like it baby?” Eyes focusing on your covered centre. “Are your panties wet because of the rain?”

You whimpered causing his hips to thrust upwards. Fuck, you sounded so good. Too good. He couldn’t handle the strip tease any longer. He ripped the shirt from his body.

With his skin finally disclosed, his waist looked tiny compared to his shoulders. The temptation, the teasing, it was all too much. Jumping off his lap, you unbuttoned his jeans, frantically pulling them off his hips. He aided by lifting his hips.

Both of you stilled in your naked frames. Staring into each other’s eyes with hunger and greed. Jungkook scooted up the bed, moving away from the wet patch. His abs were contracted as he sat, pecks flexed as he patted his bare lap. “Come back to me baby. Let me take care of you. You deserve it.”

And you were not going to deny him. You crawled into the bed, as seductively as you could, and found your home on his lap. Lips tangling once again. His hands immediately gravitated to your hips, pulling them to his clothed cock.

The first touch had you both in a trance. You both let out moans of pleasure. It was so warm, so hard, so inviting. “You never answered my question. Are you panties wet because of the rain?” He repeated, guiding your hips against his.

“Yes.”

“Really? Are you lying to me pretty?”

“No.”

He smirked, moving one of his hands to your front. His fingers grazed your clit, a whine escaping your lips at the slight contact. A finger slipped the material to the side, dipping into the true source of the wetness. “Now why would you lie? That is not what a good girl would do.”

Your hips grind against the single finger, needing more friction. “Sorry. I was embarrassed. Please.”

“You promise you’ll be good. Good for me. Don’t I deserve that baby?”

“Only for you.” You stated.

Pleased with your answer, he flipped you onto your back. Lips exploring your neck as his hips continued to grind against you. Your knees were bent, toes curled. He hovered over you, one forearm rested against your head, a hand cupping your head. The other placed on your thigh, holding you close to him.

His lips travelled south, sucking and licking, his way down to his desired destination. Small purple marks littering your bare skin. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your covered mound. Fingers curling around the band. He sat on his heels, lips swollen as he drowned in the picture below him.

“Look so beautiful.” He groaned, grabbing your left calf, lifting it up into the air to kiss the inner side. “No need to feel embarrassed around me, ever.” He placed your leg on his shoulder. “Fuck, you are so good to me. Got me so hard baby. So close to cumming, haven’t even gotten a taste.”

“Please Jungkook.”

“Yeah baby, I know.” He started to pull the material from your body. “Let me?”

You nodded, lifting your hips allowing him to remove them with ease. He admired the view, sitting patiently on his feet. Folds glistening and messy. He wanted to make them so much more messier. His thumb rubbed up and down the exposed heat, playing with his food. “I won’t be able to stop. Tell me what you like baby. Please.”

Your hips buckled against his skin. “Just want you. Want your tongue. Now, please.”

“So good. Keep using your words beautiful. Sound so perfect.”

Before you could respond, his head dipped between your legs. The hands on the underside of your knees kept you nice and wide for him. His tongue wasted no time, licking a wipe stripe along your slit before placing his lips on your aching clit.

He growled against it, vibrations sent through your body sending your hands flying to his hair. Gripping the curly locks as you prepared yourself. You could feel him smiling before his lips engulfed the bundle of nerves. A light suck had your back arching off the bed. His hands had to anchor you down by pushing on your hips.

You laid there, allowing Jungkook to devour you. Licking and sucking every inch of the silky folds. His tongue tested and tried every technique, flat, pointed, circling, flicking. Until he found the one that made you cry out. Using precise movements, he continued to eat. And he ate and ate until your body screamed out.

“Jungkook, I am going to cum. So close.”

Pausing for a moment, he propped himself higher on his elbows. “Tell me baby, what do you need. Want my fingers too?”

You couldn’t respond, just whimpered. Hips raising to get closer to him again. “Greedy.” He muttered.

His lips connected back to your cunt, continuing to cover his face with your juices. His fingers joined the party, prodding at your weeping entrance. Slipping one finger, he gauged your response. You were in pure bliss.

Using a single finger, he moved it slowly, exploring your walls. The warm tongue that played with your clit had you begging for more. All you wanted was him. To be full of him. Only him.

He obeyed your pleas, adding another finger. His precise movements picked up the pace. The ‘come here' gesture made you lose your mind as it grazed against a very sensitive spot. Your breath hitched, fingers tightened against his long locks.

Jungkook didn’t dare stop. Even when you tried to run from the slaughter, he kept you pinned. “Fuck, Jungkook. Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, the knot in your stomach snapping.

It exploded, the pleasure flooding your veins. Your head was light as you began to float. He continued, guiding you through your orgasm. He let you ride it out, slowing down when he felt your thighs twitch.

As you calmed, your eyes focused on the man you had to thank for the pleasure. And the view was sinister. His face was glistening with your wetness, covering his reddened plump lips, puffy cheeks, and chin. His eyes had darkened with lust. He kissed your inner thigh, slightly biting the skin.

He glanced back to where he removed himself minutes ago. “One last taste baby.”

His tongue ran from your clit to your hole, having one last lick. You whined at the overstimulation. “I know. But looked too good. Taste so much sweeter when you cum.”

“Fuck Jungkook, please. You talk so much. I can’t.” You huffed.

“Do you not like me talking to you? Don’t like hearing what I want to do to you? How I want to fold you in half and give you what want. Let my cock finally get a taste.”

You let out a pathetic cry. You wanted to hear it all. But you swear you could just cum from his voice if he continued. “Please. Want it. Want it right now.”

He climbed up the bed, straddling your thigh to allow his own thigh to press against your abused cunt. You could feel his hard member pressed against you, a wet patch present where his sensitive member sat. His upper body hovered above you, kissing the tops of your tits. “Did I neglect these gorgeous? M’sorry.” He slurred.

He pulled the flesh from the cups, kissing the newly exposed skin. The juices that remained on his skin smeared across your chest as his tongue swirled your nipple. You pushed down on his thigh, needing him. “Need your cock.”

“You are not too sensitive? We can kiss some more.”

“No.” You pleaded. “I love it. I want it.”

He moved to the other nipple. Circling and sucking on the darkened skin. “Fuck, tell me to stop if it’s too much. Condoms?”

He removed himself with a pop, following to where your fingers were pointing. He grabbed a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. Quickly, he stripped the Calvin’s from his body, freeing his red, angry member.

You whimpered at the sight. Everything about him was too good. Too perfect. His large thighs, small waist, broad shoulders. His rustled hair, his tattoos. His structured facial features. And now, his curved, thick cock. Decorated with a large vein that protruded through the gentle skin from the base to the wet tip.

It throbbed as he ripped the condom open with his teeth. He pinched the top, rolling it down his length. It was all too attractive. You rose from the bed to where he kneeled. You grasped his shoulders, crashing your lips. His arms wrapped around your back, gelling your body together as you got lost in the kiss.

Using all your strength, you twisted his body, trying to lower him onto the bed back first. He complied, grunting as his body collapsed onto the firm mattress. You climbed onto his lap, hands on his chest.

His fingers dug into your hips, anticipating your next move. “Help me.” You pleaded raising your hips.

His hips thrusted upwards, missing the contact already. “Want you to put it in.” You begged.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, believing that was the hottest thing he ever heard. Although you were in total control in this position, you were giving him some power.

Spitting in his hand, he brought it down to his aching cock, spreading it along his length. He pressed the tip against your sodden folds, running it up and down. He rubbed it against your clit making you hiss. “Please, need it now. Been good.”

“So good for me. Just wanted to tease you baby. So cute.”

He moved his sensitive head back to your entrance, he could feel the vacuum, wanting to suck him in. You slowly sank down, inch by inch. Fingernails sank into his chest, leaving behind those beautiful crescents. He swore he would get them tattooed. Immortalise your touch.

It took everything for Jungkook to not pull you down and force you to take his full length. His tongue poked at his lip piercing, trying to focus on anything else. Your warmth consumed him entirely. He swore he could cum right there and then.

Meanwhile, you were shutting down. The stretch, the pleasure flooding your thoughts. The sensitivity of your cunt making you cry out as you continued to take length. Once you felt your thighs meet his torso, you let out a breath, giving you time to adjust. He sensed your struggle. He traced shapes along your side, cooing you. “Doing so good baby. Feel so tight. So wet.”

The praise that slipped from his lips, brought you back to reality. A sense of accomplishment pounding in your chest. You had this man below you mewling as you shuffled to find a comfortable position. “So big Kookie.”

“Fuck” he growled, thrusting upwards. “Yes baby, I am your Kookie.”

Unable to stay still any longer, you began to slowly lift your hips up, before slamming back down. Your hands on his chest acted as a stabiliser. Gave you the support you needed to find a steady, hard rhythm.

Your head was thrown back, feeling him filling you up repeatedly had you going cross-eyed. Moans and groans filled the room. Heavy pants as you continued to relish in the pleasure. The air thickened as a thin layer of precipitation glossed your skin.

Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you looked so demanding and yet so elegant. Your lips parted with endless curses escaping, mixed with your cries. He watched as your cunt engulfed his cock, a white ring forming at the base. He loved you like this.

A certain stroke, had you collapsing. His tip digging somewhere deep within you, ecstasy shooting through your nervous system, paralysing you. His hands wrapped around your back, holding you close. “You okay? Too much?”

He was anxious, you had just suddenly stopped, screaming in pleasure, or so he hoped. “Your cock, too much.”

“Wanna stop? Take a break?”

“No, please. Kookie. Don’t stop.”

He kissed your temple, his torso rising off the bed. You were glued to him, not moving an inch. He folded his legs beneath you, with you sitting on top, legs hugging his waist. “This okay baby? This position?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know if I have the energy.” You admitted, a bit embarrassed.

He kissed along your clavicle, his hands worked to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. He kissed each shoulder, before kissing you once again. Slow and steady. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

Grabbing your ass, he squeezed as he began grinding you against him, his cock nestled deep within your warm walls. He rocked you slowly, lips attacking every inch of his skin. This position was very intimate. It felt like you were under a spotlight, skin burning, goosebumps decorating your skin.

But it felt so good, your clit being stimulated by the collision when he pulled you forward. Your head was thrown back, embracing the feeling of his lips and his cock. Fingers digging into his scalp as he started to pick up the pace.

It was sloppy, like dry humping, both desperate to feel close. Jungkook was cracking, he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. Your walls fluttered against him, contacting, tightening. “Y/N so close, shit.”

“Please cum.” You cried, beginning to rut against the man.

A primal grunt ripped through him. “You give me one more baby.”

Pulling his head away from your tits, you looked him in the eyes. Pupils dilated as if he had indulged on a class A drug. “Harder.” You begged.

Although this position was wonderful, and, oh, it was incredible, you knew it would take you a while to reach your high. Jungkook understood, immediately pushing you backwards. His cock slipped causing you to whimper at the loss.

He chuckled as he aligned himself before sinking back in, stilling once his pelvis touched yours. “So needy, so desperate. I was trying to be nice for you. But you just want it hard. You want me to be hard baby? Want me to take control?”

“Please fuck me.” You growled, so turned on.

“You ask for it, you get it baby.”

His hips snapped back before plummeting back in. So deep, so strong. Your body ricocheted, slightly moving up the bed. But he was caving you in, his elbows placed above your shoulders as he continued to pound into you. No where for you to run. Your fingernails carved into his back, trying to ground yourself.

“Kook” you panted, the knot immediately tightening in the pit of your stomach.

“Play with that pretty clit for me.”

Obeying the command, you swiftly move your hand to your swollen clit. The pleasure was intense, every inch catching flames. You couldn’t stop the sounds that fled. To muffle them, you attacked his neck and ear. Kissing and sucking the soft, dampened skin.

This action only encouraged him. He was panting, moaning in your ear as he continued the inhuman pace. It didn’t take long for him to feel your walls grip him, clamping him down. Making it nearly impossible to move. Your chest rose, tits pressing against him. The hand on his back, seeked refuge in his locks. Toes curled and legs shaking.

A wail erupted from you, as the knot finally snapped. You were overcome with the pleasure, black spots in your vision, ears ringing. You could barely hear Jungkook praising you through your high.

“Cum. Please.” You pleaded, voice horse and husky. Fuck everything about you was so hot.

Jungkook, who was solely focused on your pleasure, realised he compressed his own. Suddenly he felt his heavy balls, his stomach begging for release. He needed a bit more stimulation. But he didn’t want to risk hurting you. “Fuck feel so good, can I pull out. Wanna paint you baby.”

“Yes, please. Wanna see you cum.”

As he pulled out, the movement nearly made him blow. Raising up on his knees, he whimpered as he tore the condom from his body, admiring how it was covered in your essence. What a waste.

His hand gently swiped through your folds, gathering your juice to use as lube. Perking up on your forearms, you watched as he wrapped it around his cock. One pump, two pump, his thighs began to quake, stomach tightened, his abs carved along his abdomen. He was groaning and grunting, telling you how good you felt. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure. Sitting up, you reached forward, fingers grazing the vein that had caught your attention along his cock.

“Fuck. Shit.” His eyes snapped open at the new set of hands that joined his. He saw you lean forward, lips apart, tongue flat. As soon as your tongue met the precum that was pouring out of his tip, he lost it.

He moaned your name, a hand holding your hair as you took him into his mouth. Two bobs of your head and he was crying out. “Baby I am cumming. Wanna cum.”

You hummed around his tip. And the champagne popped. His cum flooded your tastebuds. The explicit sounds were pornographic. He couldn’t stop as his cum painted your mouth.

He kept pumping the length that wasn’t in your mouth causing him to whine as he purposely overstimulated himself. You pulled back, stunned as you saw how hard was. Although you couldn’t see, you knew you had swallowed a large amount.

“Sorry baby. It felt too good.” He whimpered. “Can’t stop.”

His cock was so pretty. So angry, so wet. His hand glided easily, pushing more precum from his little slit. Finally coming out of your orgasmic haze, you smirked. Pushing your tits together, you looked through your bashful eyelids. “You wanted to paint me Kookie. So paint me.”

His mouth was agape, no sound exiting as he just admired you sitting below him, looking so sexy and cute all at the same time. In the blink of an eye, a second orgasm crept up.

He watched as the spurts of white cum pumped out of his cock, landing on your beautifully marked skin. He sounded so submissive as his overstimulated and abused cock throbbed and twitched in his tight grip.

The pain suddenly overtook the pleasure, causing him to release his limp cock. He collapsed on top of you as you both settled on the bed, heavy breaths being shared. He tucked his head into the nook of your neck, leaving light wet kisses.

Realising that he was probably crushing you, he rolled over, pulling you with him. His hand rubbed your back, trying to calm you and your own aftershocks.

In your post-sex blissful state, you thought about the night's events. From the blind date, the playground, and then finally, to the bedroom. You just laughed. It was comical.

Jungkook didn’t know why you laughed, but it was contagious, and so he joined in. Chuckling along with you. He was honestly just happy to be there. To be with you in that moment.

Gathering composure, you rested your chin on his chest. “I mean this date was something else.” You joked, poking at his cheek. “You have a different kind of charm Jeon Jungkook.”

“Hopefully that charm worked on you.” He quirked, pushing away the fallen locks from your face.

“Seeing as we are just laying here in your cum, I think it worked.”

Jungkook scrunched his nose at the reminder. The sticky sensation between your bodies became evident. “Yeah sorry about that. I, um, don’t know why, I just wanted to feel your skin. But come on.” He tapped your ass making you giggle. “Let’s get us cleaned up.”

You hummed in agreement, getting off of him, scooting to the side of the bed, letting your legs touch the ground. The stiffness in your legs was obvious as you tried to rise. Jungkook had no issues, doing some kind of parkour to get off the bed.

He walked over to you offering a hand, to which you gladly accepted. He smiled watching you struggle, pride erupting through his chest. Yeah, I did that.

You wrapped a hand around his waist, like you did when you ran home in the rain. He guided you to the en-suite bathroom. “Shower?” He asked, kissing your temple.

“Please. But no funny business.” You warned, pointing at his dick.

He chuckled, raising his hands as you walked towards the open shower, twisting the handles to allow the hot water to run. You stood underneath the stream, loving the warmth. Jungkook admired the way the relaxation overcame your body. Your shoulders shrunk, eyes closed.

Jungkook almost felt guilty joining you in your little paradise. He tip-toed in, not wanting to disturb. Your eyes pried open as you heard the squeak of the porcelain floor. He looked so small, so hesitant. “Come here, the water is so nice.” You insisted, grabbing his wrist to guide him closer.

He stood there, a frown on his face as he watched the water trickle down your body. “I will have to paint you again soon. I miss the picture already.”

“Mister, no funny business.”

Jungkook chuckled at your stern voice. Once again, his hands were raised in defence. “Let me clean you.” He said grabbing your loofa, pouring body wash onto it. “No funny business.” He clarified.

It was your turn to laugh, letting him wash your body. His hands caressed every crevice, paid attention to every inch. His lips kissed the newly made marks, ensuring they got the extra attention they deserved.

Returning the favour, you cleaned his body, giving extra care to the marks and scrapes. The shower was like a second round, so intimate, but without any sexual intention. It was weird, but so nice.

“Sorry about the scrapes.” You apologised as you dried your bodies, seeing the marks through the mirror. They looked raw. Sore.

He furrowed his brows, looking over his shoulder. The deep marks visible. “Might not wear a shirt for a while. Need an ego boost.”

You squinted your eyes, scolding him as you playfully pushed his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. I like them. Nearly as much as the person that made them.” He kissed your cheek. “Let me grab some clothes.”

And with that, he exited the bathroom leaving you with your thoughts. Was this moving to fast? He is a stranger, right? You can’t be doing this, you’ll just end up getting hurt. He doesn’t know you. Doesn’t know all your quirks and habits, your pet peeves. Why would he be so invested all ready. Throwing around confessions like that. Is there something I am missing?

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, placing the clean clothing on the sink. He could see you were consumed with thoughts, standing still in the middle of the bathroom.

“Jungkook, I just don’t understand you. We barely know one another but you seem so certain that this will work.” You wrapped your body in a towel, opting to not be in your most vulnerable state for this conversation.

Jungkook had his boxers on already. His cheeks hollowed, biting his cheek. “Y/N, I don’t know how to answer that without sounding insane.”

“The truth.” You simply stated.

He ran a hand through his wet locks, gripping the roots. “I just- fuck. I have been admiring you for a while. Namjoon mentions you a lot, and the person he talks about, that is the person I want. Look I can’t say this will work, but I want to give us a try. And I have always had a habit of jumping in head first. I am sure Namjoon has mentioned my lack of patience.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the small smile. Yeah, Namjoon has mentioned it a few times.

“But one thing I can promise, I will give you everything. All of me. I don’t expect you to accept it all now, I know you are still recovering. But I just want you to know I am willing and ready to be by your side as you pick up those pieces.”

Maybe this was too good to be true. But what if it was true? You have always been so calculated, but tonight had been the first time in a long time you just did, not think. And it had been amazing. Not a single regret. So maybe you should be crazy for once.

You stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around him. Hugging him. He immediately reciprocated the action. Holding you tight.

“I like you too.”

Another World

Summary: Jungkook finds himself going down a path he never intended - and his best friend might just be collateral damage.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC, Taehyung x OC

Genre: Angst

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7.7 K

Warnings: none

A/N: Whew. This required some research. A disclaimer for any gaming fans out there: the kind of liberties I have taken with the video games described in this fic cannot be overstated. Think Troy butchering The Illiad source material (but with good plot anyway). Set over a period of a couple of months, starting a month after Los Angeles pt. 2)

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Jungkook liked gaming. He liked how immersive it was, how fast it was, how much it required him to get into character and beat the bad guys. Most of all, Jungkook liked to win. Video games were winnable, for the most part. Whether it was rules, strategy or just plain speed, gaming was about beating the bad guys and winning the game.

It may have been due to this reason that all the games he owned and played broadly followed this narrative: hero, quests, bad guys, save the world, win. When he and Dilara moved away from FIFA and Real Racing (both extremely winnable games), this was how Jungkook had introduced her to his collection and invited her to play Mortal Kombat. 

Dilara hadn’t been super impressed, although she’d played without fuss. She was in London and he was in Seoul, the night beginning for her and for him, the dawn nearing. They played together, shooting, jumping, killing, running. Winning. She’d played with supreme focus (he could see her on the video at the bottom of the screen). Her eyes were trained on the screen, slight frown on her forehead that remind him ostensibly of Taehyung, her fingers moving rapidly on the console, not uttering a single word except at the beginning of the game: save the cheerleader, save the world.

Jungkook hadn’t got the reference, but she’d said it wryly, as though it was a joke only some people were meant to get. Still, she played with him and four hours later, when they were less than halfway done, she’d sat back in her chair and raised her arms over her head, stretching.

“Don’t get lazy,” he’d commanded, still in the zone. He’d tapped his headset. “We still have so many levels to complete.”

“JK,” she’d sighed. It must have been hot in London; her neck and chest were shining in the fluorescent light from the screen. She swept her long hair up into a bun and her tank top rode up slightly, suddenly revealing how tight it was.

Jungkook had looked away out of habit. It never did well to check out your friends’ girlfriends. 

“Don’t you need to sleep? Isn’t it morning for you?”

It was - but Jungkook had the day off. He told her as much but she told him she had to sleep. 

“In the middle of the game?” He was aghast. “How can you do that?”

She’d wrinkled her nose. “It’s not a cliffhanger. We can just pick it back up tomorrow. The next levels will be the same. Just shoot ‘em all.” She made a finger gun and pointed it at him before dropping her hand. “There’s no story. All the characters are just… graphic. There’s no emotion, no empathy, no… passion to save the world.”

He’d stared. “It’s saving the world. You need passion to do that?”

Dilara had chuckled tiredly. “Even guns and explosions can have a compelling story. Have you ever played Yakuza?”

Of course Jungkook had played Yakuza. It wasn’t bad, but it had been a lot of information to keep track of. Too many characters, too many plots. He’d played until he’d won, but only because it would’ve killed him not to.

“I have to be at the factory at eight am. I’m going to bed.” She’d pushed back her chair and stood up, and the screen filled for a moment with her chiselled torso, hips, and tan thighs from under her shorts. This time, it took Jungkook a moment longer to look away.

He’d bid her goodnight with a bit of half-hearted whining until she promised to resume play the next day. Once she’d logged off, Jungkook switched back to his screen and took a sip of his Americano, debating continuing without her anyway.

A moment later, he’d sighed and switched off the game, heading to bed.

—

The day Jungkook realised he wasn’t cut out for elaborate, story-telling games was the day he played A Way Out with Dilara.

She had told him about it in passing, mentioning that she’d also only played it once, years ago, before life had got in the way. Jungkook had been about to shut it down with glee right then but she’d seemed so mournful about never playing it again that he’d relented and bought the game, sending her an invite to login as well.

“It’s like I’m sixteen again,” she sniffed dramatically, making herself comfortable on her chair. The Red Bull logo on her oversized t-shirt came into full focus for a moment while she adjusted her camera, and Jungkook grinned in satisfaction.

“Well, you wouldn’t shut up about it so you basically forced me to buy it.”

“You know what? Even if that’s true, it’s going to be so worth it. This is the best game, JK,” she added, her face shining. “Emotional connections, moral conundrums, deep friendships…” She sighed and shook her head in wonder. “Just the best,” she repeated.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows at this display but said nothing. “Shall we start?” he asked.

“Yes. Okay, now, don’t worry about not getting the game initially,” she informed him. “I haven’t played it in forever either and I’m sure with the updates and everything, it’ll practically be a different game.

This, Jungkook supposed, was in response to a rather childish moment he’d had a couple of weeks prior where, amidst his inability to grasp the concept of the game, he’d sort of shrieked, yanked off his headphones and proceeded throw himself on the bed in the gaming room, face down for several minutes while Dilara called his name in irritation.

He scowled. “I’ll be fine. Will you?”

Dilara grinned sheepishly; she didn’t take well to losing either. “I’ll be okay. I’m Vince and you’re Leo?”

They commenced the game then. The story read more like a movie than a video game; Jungkook watched in awe as their characters, both in prison and holding a grudge against the same mobster, formed a begrudging alliance and escaped.

It was a gorgeous game; the screen, the special effects, the dialogue - he and Dilara read them out as quickly as possible, eager to move through the game.

“Oh, my God,” muttered Jungkook after a while, shaking his head slowly as Leo and Vincent, on the run from the law, made a campfire in the dead of night. “That’s why Vincent hates Harvey, too?”

“Harvey was an arsehole,” said Dilara with feeling. “There’s a reason Vincent wanted to partner with Leo, even if it meant he risked getting caught. There’s nothing like common hatred of a person to bring two people together.”

Jungkook stole a glance at her, which she caught. 

“What?” she asked, chuckling and looking a bit embarrassed. “That’s the fun of these games. You have to really get into it.”

He smiled without meaning to. “I get it. He killed Vincent’s brother. Vincent gets to hate him.”

“Shut up. Ooh, look, it’s Leo’s story now.” They started reading the dialogue boxes together, Jungkook reading them out in slightly accented English, when a sound cut through the soft soundtrack.

“Helicopter!” Dilara yells. “It’s the cops! Okay, go left!”

“No, I think it’s right!” The screen changed as both characters ran through the wilderness, the animated figures running faster than Jungkook could ever hope to. “Okay, we have to get into that house, I think.”

Their characters took shelter in a hut, evading the police, and looting the place for clothes, weapons and a truck.

“It’s a car chase!” Jungkook exclaimed. “You should drive!”

“You know it’s not a real truck, right?” she called out, but still manoeuvring Vincent into the driver’s seat. “Okay, let’s go! Seatbelt on!”

“I thought you said it wasn’t real!”

“I didn’t stutter, JK!”

Jungkook snorted before getting back into character, his heart racing; if the cops caught them, they were back in prison, meaning the game was over.

“Cliff!”

“Get out of the car! There’s a rowboat! And go from behind the trees!” she added as the sounds of the police’s gunshots got louder. They hopped into a conveniently placed rowboat by the banks of a thrashing river and began steering with their controllers.

“Is that a - is that a waterfall?”

“Jump!”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes widened in a panic. “We don’t have life jackets!”

“It’s not a real river, JK!” Dilara yelled as she threw her character into the water, escaping a gunshot by a nanosecond. “Leo knows how to swim!”

Feeling his ears get hot, Jungkook obeyed and Leo jumped. The two characters somehow made it through the river and landed on the other side, the police finally no longer in sight.

“Whew.” Jungkook exhaled and takes off his headphones for a moment, shaking his hair out of his eyes. He put them back on to see Dilara grinning in the pop out screen.

“Great game, huh?”

“Holy shit. This is what you meant by emotional connection?” When she nodded, he shook his head. “Crazy. Oh, wait - Leo’s story.” He read the dialogue again, his own tone sounding more and more surprised. “Harvey betrayed Leo, too? What a jerk!”

“Villians,” was all Dilara said by way of explanation. “Oh, look! Aww…”

Jungkook followed an instruction to call home with a nearby telephone. “Leo has a wife and kid? What is this game?” he exclaimed. “This is like - like something that should be in the Oscars! Where are the machine guns and the aliens?” 

“I can see your eyes tearing up, Jeon, so don’t give me that.”

He didn’t even bother defending himself; he was more engrossed in this fully human story than he ever had been in a video game before. He glanced at Dilara again, his stomach settling comfortably when he realised he wasn’t alone.

It was a flurry of activity after that: purchasing arms, being betrayed by the arms dealer, getting in touch with a mysterious pilot from Vincent’s past who offered to fly them to Mexico to escape. The pilot also dropped another bombshell.

“Vincent has a kid?”

“Vincent is having a kid,” she corrected him. “Okay, we have an option to go to the hospital. We’re going, right? No way is Vincent abandoning his daughter before she’s even born.”

“He’s not abandoning - okay, sure,” he said quickly, catching Dilara’s surprisingly troubled expression. “It could be a trap, though.”

But Dilara ignored him, and both characters headed to the hospital. Warning bells instantly went on in Jungkook;s head, for he’d played enough video games to know what a calm spell looked like before they got attacked. But he followed Dilara until Vincent met his newborn baby girl, Julie.

“I’ve never made it this far in this game,” murmured Dilara, her voice wobbling slightly. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like this was a slight overreaction over an animated baby, but something stopped him from commenting on it. 

“Gwaenchanha?” he ventured, but at that moment, a pop-up appeared on the screen, informing them that the police had surrounded the hospital.

“Told you!” Jungkook exclaimed, but his heart raced with excitement. What a game. 

“I’m not sorry!” she replied as they rushed out of the hospital. “I swear to God, JK, if you and Tae are ever running from the police and I’m in the hospital giving birth to his kid, you better make sure he’s there!”

“Er, sure thing,” he assured her, before changing the subject. “Okay, we have to split up.” With no indication either way, he went right while Vincent went left. He avoided the police as best he could while continuously keeping an eye on the split screen to see Dilara’s progress as well. 

She escaped; Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief and took his eyes off his own screen for a moment too long to see Dilara pump her fist in the air - long enough to get captured.

“Shit!” He’d lost the game - swallowing his disappointment, for Dilara hadn’t yet, he urged her to continue. “Go! Keep going!”

“I can’t,” she muttered determinedly, turning Vincent around and going back into the hospital with his gun loaded. “We’re in this together, mate - if you lose, we both lose.”

Despite the tension, Jungkook felt his stomach flip in excitement: he loved playing with Dilara. She was competitive, she took risks and she was good at gaming. It had been a long time since he’d met someone who matched this well with him online; it was no surprise that he constantly looked forward to their next session.

“Okay, hold still -” Dilara frowned in concentration, aiming her gun - only two bullets left - at the cop who had Leo in a headlock. Her thumb swiped over the controller ever so slightly and shot the cop straight in the head.

“You saved me!” Jungkook gasped, immediately spurring his character on and out of that damn hospital.

“Don’t sound so shocked,” she muttered, although she looked relieved as well, a grin flashing across her face.

They escaped after that, taking up the pilot’s offer to take them to Mexico, where they were ambushed by the mobster Harvey and his men. There was the old school gaming face-off: guns, fire, jumping off buildings and eliminating NPCs left and right.

“Oh, my God,” said Jungkook in surprise. “We did it. We killed Harvey.” He looked up hopefully at Dilara. “Is that it? Does that mean we win?”

“I don’t know…” The game told them that now that Harvey was dead, they could return to the US but the moment they did, they were surrounded by the police again. “Oh, no…”

“No! Come on!” Jungkook whined, frustrated now, but something was wrong. He frowned as one of the policemen, took the gem they had stolen from Harvey from Leo’s hand and handed it to Vincent… along with his gun.

“Oh, no…”

“Wait…” Jungkook frowned. “Why did the cop just -” He squinted at the screen to read the dialogue box, even though Dilara was reading it out loud. “Is - is Vincent a cop?” His eyes darted to Dilara’s picture in the pop-out. “Are you undercover?”

“Shit, I had no idea,” she murmured. “I told you I’d never reached this far in the game before.” 

His stomach churned. We’re in this together, she’d said. “I’m supposed to take you hostage now,” he stated, reading the instructions. Before she could shrug in acceptance, he subdued her and ran. It ensued in a chase again, but this time between Leo and Vincent, with Leo trying to run and Vincent trying to catch him.

It’s not real. Jungkook knew, he knew Dilara knew, and he knew the game was set up to be a certain way for the story. But it still stung, being betrayed, and before he knew it, he was being chased into a warehouse by Dilara, both of them injured and losing energy.

“Some game, Komyshan,” he muttered, sighing. He didn’t know how long they’d been playing; bonding over their shared hatred of Harvey felt like hours ago, as did each of them discovering they had kids. He chanced another look at Dilara on the pop–out and paused.

Her eyes were wet, tear tracks down her cheeks. He started, suddenly wondering if her sixteen-year-old self knew that she would have to betray her ally like this.

They climbed up the warehouse and onto the roof, both their energy packs beeping to indicate they were running out. There were their guns, bright and clear. This, Jungkook knew, was the end. One of them got the gun and shot the other, and the other died at the hands of a one-time ally.

She was still crying, even as her fingers flew over the buttons on the controller. Jungkook watched, as though in slow motion, as Vincent on screen dove for the gun and pointed it at Leo, shooting him, ending the game.

“What - what did you do?” Dilara frowned, looking taken aback. “You didn’t even go for your gun. Did - did you let me win?” she demanded, sounding horrified.

“No!” But didn’t he, though? Jungkook couldn’t tell. “I - I didn’t see the gun,” he explained weakly. He fell silent as the epilogue appeared on screen. 

“Vincent tells Linda about Leo’s death…” she read out, swallowing, “... and goes back to his wife and newborn daughter.” Dilara blinked rapidly.

“That’s a happy ending, right?” Jungkook murmured. “He didn’t have to abandon his daughter.”

Dilara was quiet for a moment. Then she chuckled softly, without humour, not looking away from the screen. “Jesus Christ, JK,” she sighed. “It’s not real. It's just a game.”

Jungkook nodded but it didn’t matter. He hadn’t seen Dilara ever break down in front of him like that, even though she’d held it together reasonably well. It stayed in his mind even as he went to bed at dawn, the image of her biting her lip while her eyes swam with tears at a fictional character leaving his wife and newborn at the hospital, and he privately came to a conclusion: he was not cut out for story-telling games. 

—

The worst loss Jungkook had ever faced in a video game was the night he invited Taehyung to play. 

He didn’t truthfully know what he’d been expecting when he’d invited the older member to join. All he remembered was that years before Dilara entered their lives, Taehyung had been the person who stayed up with him into the wee hours of the night when they were crippled with jet lag and played video games all night.

But it didn’t feel the same. Even the way the plan came to life felt… off. They were in a supermarket in Seoul, during a serendipitous week where their tour schedule and Dilara’s F1 calendar had somehow coincided to have all of them in the same location. A get-together had been planned which Hoseok had volunteered to host, with all seven members, Seokjin’s girlfriend Seulgi, Sooah, Chaeyoung and Dilara in attendance. All the members had been delegated by Namjoon, who seemed to be making a huge effort to gather everyone together, to bring different accompaniments for the night; in the gigantic mall, five out of seven members roamed around trying to fulfil their duties. 

Taehyung, Jungkook and Dilara had been dispatched to purchase liquor and mixers. On their way to the store, Taehyung bumped into a friend and, after fondly introducing Dilara as his girlfriend, encouraged her and Jungkook to go on without him.

“How are you balancing this thing?” Jungkook asked tightly, as he tried to keep the cart he was standing from bumping into any of the aisles.

“It’s called steering,” she said knowledgeably, her much smaller frame somehow managing to manoeuvre the cart with ease, almost as if she were riding a manual scooter.

“Race you to the end?” 

She grinned as they positioned their carts next to each other. “Remember, we buy what we break.”

“Good thing we can both afford it.” Jungkook winked at her, half-heartedly dodging her playful kick to his shin. “Ready?”

“Go!” 

They were careful to keep quiet and not attract attention, staying at the back of the store where they were the only customers. They stifled their giggles while trying to maintain their balance and simultaneously sabotage the other. 

“Careful, Lara,” he called to her as her cart wobbled slightly.

“Oi, you don’t get to call me that,” she admonished him, wincing and straightening her cart. “Something’s wrong with this cart, ugh…”

“Oh, yeah? Brake failure?” he taunted her. “You can’t blame everything on your engineers, you know?”

Dilara gasped as she turned her cart at the last minute to avoid hitting a standalone shelf of bottles. “How dare you, Jeon Jungkook. I’m going to kill -” She gasped again, out of his sight this time, followed by a soft oof! from someone else. Just as Jungkook spurred his cart on to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself, he heard the giggles - both of them.

“You’re not allowed to do that in here,” he heard Taehyung’s deep voice, and his heart sank unexpectedly. “You could be arrested for that, you know?”

Jungkook appeared just in time to see Taehyung tugging Dilara backwards to him, gripping both her wrists loosely in one hand. His head was tilted towards the side of her face while she smiled in a way that made Jungkook feel as though he’d walked in on something extremely private.

Fortunately, she caught sight of him and stepped away from Taehyung, albeit still staying close. “Alright, don’t we have stuff to buy?” she asked, changing the subject. “Who has the list?”

Jungkook and Taehyung both opened the group chat to check the list compiled in it, naming different liquors out of order. “Why don’t we split up?” Dilara suggested. “I’ll go to the wine section,” she volunteered, waving at both of them and disappearing behind the aisle, leaving both boys to scan the hard liquors.

“Whiskey, obviously,” stated Taehyung, picking up a bottle of Glen Fiddich and checking the price. “Probably the first bottle Hobi hyung will ever have in his house.”

Jungkook forced a chuckle. “True. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay long enough to see him at that stage of the night, though.”

“Oh, yeah? Got plans?” He raised his eyebrows mock-seriously. “Hot date tonight?”

Yeah, but it’s with your girlfriend. It was only a moment later when he looked up to see Taehyung frowning slightly at him that he realised he’d said the words out loud. “No, I just meant -” He let out another choked laugh, his heart jolting in panic. “We - well, she wanted to game tonight. We don’t have a schedule tomorrow, so…” He cleared his throat.

Taehyung paused for a moment, but then simply nodded. “I meant to ask you, Jungkook,” he said after a moment, now examining another bottle. “Is everything okay?”

“I - how do you mean?”

“I mean, like with you and me. Are you mad at me or something?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “N-no. Not at all. Why would you think that?”

Taehyung shrugged. “You’ve been a little short with me the last couple of days,” he remarked casually. “Did I do something?”

He shook his head, lost for words, for this was getting seriously out of hand. What was wrong with him? The tiredness from the tour was bound to catch up sometime but were his moods that erratic, that Taehyung could have  misinterpreted them for hostility?

“No, you didn’t,” he answered honestly. “I’m just tired, I swear,” he added, throwing an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders and squeezing them. “Sorry, hyung.”

Taehyung nodded, seemingly a little surprised at this reaction. “Oh, don’t worry about it. Get some sleep tonight, maybe.”

“We’re gaming tonight, though,” he answered apologetically. “You know, you should join us,” he suggested, still reeling in the mild panic that Taehyung might think he was angry with him. “We used to game all the time, before. It’s been ages since we’ve done that.”

Taehyung raised his eyebrows, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Are you sure? Wait, do I still need to let you win?”

Jungkook scoffed, hugely relieved. “Don’t worry, Dilara has beaten me more than once so losing isn’t as shocking as it was before.”

Taehyung grinned and was about to respond when Hoseok appeared out of nowhere, looking distinctly unamused.

“Wasting time, are we?” Before either of them could respond, he slapped Jungkook lightly on the shoulder. “You - go get the beer. And you - wine. Now. Now,” he repeated when Taehyung opened his mouth to argue.

They exchanged a meaningful look and went their separate ways, Jungkook straight towards the fridges with the beer. After filling an entire cart with multiple six packs of different brands, he looked around for the others, finally spotting Namjoon in the middle of the store, typing on his phone.

“Hey. Got what we need?” Namjoon asked when Jungkook joined him and peered into the cart. “This is just beer. What about the rest?”

“Hoseok hyung was with Taehyung and Dilara getting that stuff…”

Hoseok joined them then. “Take me with you,” he stated to Namjoon, looking mildly traumatised.

Namjoon frowned. “What are you talking about? Have you guys got everything?” All three of them turned to see Taehyung and Dilara by the wines, seemingly in a serious conversation. “What’s going on over there?”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows. “Well,” he began, “Taehyung is pretending to be a wine connoisseur giving a tour of his private winery to Dilara, a socialite who is trapped in a loveless marriage.”

Namjoon stared at him, evidently able to make neither head nor tail of this statement. “What?”

Hoseok nodded. “Yeah. Like I said, please take me with you.”

Namjoon responded, but Jungkook barely heard him; he watched Taehyung and Dilara, standing apart but still close together, their hands brushing and their gazes fixed on each other, apparently having forgotten that they were not alone. 

The party was supposed to start in three hours; they simply did not have time for this right now. “I’ll get them,” he volunteered, abandoning the older members with the cart of beer and striding over to the happy couple.

“Sorry, guys,” he muttered, stepping in between them, for that’s where the Pinot coincidentally was. “Namjoon hyung sent me - he’s getting really impatient.” He pretended not to notice Taehyung’s annoyed sigh or Dilara self-consciously fluffing out her hair.

Later that night, after a pleasant evening at Hoseok’s apartment, Jungkook settled into the gaming chair in his own, ready to play Trine. In light of Taehyung joining them, Jungkook put forward the one three-person game they had in their backlog, a medieval fantasy game with Zoya the Thief, Amadeus the Wizard, and Pontius the Knight, played by Dilara, Taehyung and Jungkook respectively.

Jungkook was determined to have this session go well. He wasn’t exactly sure why or what it was, but he felt as though he had something to prove to Taehyung, probably because he was the guest during their regular two-person gaming sessions.

Trine was different from A Way Out, mostly in the sense that while the latter was a human story of moral conflict and emotional connections, Trine was, in every sense of the word, a game. Three misfits having to free themselves of a magical curse, each with their own weapons and abilities - it was straightforward and promised to be fun. 

Dilara, in Jungkook’s opinion, was made to play Zoya the Thief. Zoya’s skill was archery and with her excellent hand-eye coordination, Dilara shot every single arrow exactly where she was aiming, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Jungkook and his character, Pontius the Knight, watched in awe, his sword dangling uselessly at his side - until something appeared out of nowhere and hit him in the head.

“What was that?” he demanded, his eyes darting across the screen and groaning when he saw that Pontius’s energy level had dipped. Without thinking, he slashed his sword through the air, the animated flame at the end of it rising but causing no damage.

“Pay attention!” Taehyung - or Amadeus - had evidently thrown some kind of object at Pontius. As Jungkook watched, Amadeus conjured up another similar looking object, while Taehyung grinned in the pop-out screen. Begrudgingly, Jungkook had to admit that even Taehyung was made to play Amadeus the Wizard - quick, witty and wearing ridiculous robes.

“Oi!” Dilara’s voice rang through his headphones. “You both know we’re all on the same side, right?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes as they continued through the game, entering a ruined castle.

“Okay, here goes.” Taehyung cleared his throat as a dialogue by Amadeus appeared on the screen, and proceeded to read the entire thing in a gruff, grandiose sort of voice that Jungkook supposed he considered a wizard’s. Through the dramatics, he could hear Dilara laughing at the voice and when he glanced at the pop-up screen, saw her looking at something to her side, and it occurred to him for the first time that Taehyung and Dilara were sitting in the same room.

The thought annoyed him more than he expected. This wasn’t how gaming was supposed to be done. Gaming was different timezones, dead of night, coffee runs and straining eyes - not sitting ten feet apart in the same bedroom and giggling at inside jokes. 

It didn’t get better as the night went on. The game went well; in fact, they were progressing at an alarming rate, finding objects, overcoming obstacles, gaining points and keeping their energy levels at an all-time high. All three of their characters seemingly worked well together, their powers in perfect tandem.

However, Jungkook was slowly starting to regret inviting Taehyung to play - not because he wasn’t good, but because it wasn’t right. There was a disturbance; he didn’t seem to understand Jungkook and Dilara’s normal trash talk, had a habit of making rather asinine observations in the graphics of the game that more often than not, ended up leading to a clue the other two had missed, and seemed to be more interested in the personality of all three characters than the actual quest.

Most frustratingly, Taehyung was beating the game - and the other players. He seemed to be able to come up with the most absurd solutions to problems - and all of them worked. During a play where they had to get at a clue that was sneakily tucked into the ceiling, Jungkook and Dilara were looking for ways to unlock a ladder that the game was offering them for a certain number of points. 

“Do you have enough energy to break through the wall with your arrows?” Jungkook urged her.

“I can try…” Dilara aimed and Zoya shot an arrow which simply bounced against the wall. “I don’t think that’s the way. And I’m running out of arrows. There has to be another way to break down that wall.”

“Okay, well, the ladder is behind it. Maybe we can blow it up?” 

“You’re the one with the flaming sword.”

“Maybe I can throw it at the wall or something… burn it down…” Jungkook searched the screen frantically, passing by Amadeus, who was using his power of conjuring to simply create cube-shaped objects. “Taehyung hyung? Some help?”

“Yeah, hang on just a sec…” Taehyung, seemingly ignoring their conundrum entirely, was now stacking the objects one above the other with a slight gap between the edges, levitating the ones at the top. “There,” he said, once they almost reached the ceiling. “Use those as steps and get to the top.”

Dilara gasped and Zoya immediately sprinted up the slanting tower of blocks, easily retrieving the clue from the ceiling. “It worked!” she exclaimed in wonder, the character jumping down gracefully. “My hero,” she said dramatically, looking out the side of her screen again, which Taehyung returned with a grin and a wink at her.

Jungkook poked his tongue into his cheek. “We have, like, seven more clues left,” he said stonily, but his words were drowned in the midst of their joking and laughing. This, right here, was the problem, he reflected: he, Jungkook, had the obvious goal, which was to collect the most points and win the damn game, whereas Taehyung’s primary objective seemed to be to make Dilara laugh, the game a mere secondary.

He wondered why Dilara wasn’t more annoyed, for she enjoyed winning just as much as he did. But she seemed equally excited at the prospect of a fellow player reading out the dialogues as though they were a script, inventing a voice for Zoya and changing her accent, getting immersed in the characters and the story along with Taehyung, with Jungkook having to remind them that time was running out.

“We’re going to lose,” he stated sullenly after a while, when it seemed unlikely that they would finish before their energy packs died. 

“Not necessarily,” pointed out Dilara, moving Zoya through an empty corridor to look for the last clue - the Trine.

“Found it,” said Taehyung casually, as though he had just found his sock and not the Trine that would allow them to win the entire game. “Let’s go?”

“Yes - oh, my God!” Jungkook ran down the castle, making sure Zoya and Amadeus were both following Pontius, his heart racing with the familiar anticipation of possibly winning the game.

“Ah, my controller is stuck.” Taehyung clicked his tongue as the animated Amadeus slowed down without Taehyung speeding him along. 

“What? Don’t you dare make us lose this, Tae!” Dilara threatened him, when they’d almost reached the final destination, where they could see the other two artifacts they must combine with the Trine.

“Wh - I can’t help this! Lara - catch!” Amadeus flung the Trine - the Trine - to Zoya, who lunged for it at the last moment, fumbled it and dropped it just as the timer ran out.

“No!” Jungkook dropped his controller and covered his mouth in horror. “No, no no!” He glared at the pop-out screen, vindicated to see Dilara glaring out the side of her screen before she stood up and disappeared from view, reappearing in Taehyung’s video.

“I’m going to kill you,” she muttered to Taehyung, who grabbed her hands to stop her from doing any damage. It was a few more seconds before Jungkook realised they had moved on from the momentary seriousness to mock-anger, until Taehyung tugged at their clasped hands playfully and she fell into his lap, giggling.

Jungkook watched, dumbfounded, until Taehyung, laughing, said into the speaker, “This was so much fun, really. I think I’ll head to bed now, though,” he added, as Dilara got off his lap and went to her own laptop, pulling on her headphones.

“Yeah?” Jungkook muttered. “No rematch?”

“We’ve been playing for three hours,” he remarked. “You want to play more?”

“I want to win. Dilara?” he asked hopefully. 

“Oh, I -” She bit her lip, apparently mulling. On the pop-out screen, Taehyung had already logged off. Jungkook stared at her, his stomach churning in premature disappointment as she looked at something off screen and visibly tried to hide a smile.

“Dilara?”

“Uh… I think I’m done for tonight, too. But let’s play Person 5 tomorrow, JK. Without Taehyung,” she added deliberately, Taehyung’s muffled protests audible in her background. “Had fun, though, love. Good night!”

Jungkook swallowed as the screen went dark. Had fun? Jungkook didn’t think he’d ever hear Dilara say that about a game she had lost, even though he had never seen her laugh this much while gaming before.

Still reeling from the loss, he went straight to his gaming menu and clicked on Real Racing. No characters, no story - just cars and speed. It was weird playing this game alone, but he needed this win right now. 

Anything to not feel like a loser.

—

Sometime in the summer of that year when the group was in New York, wrapping up the America leg of the tour before starting in Europe, Dilara Komyshan DNF-ed a race.

Partly due to jetlag and partly due to the fact that it was pouring outside, almost all the members were in the suite where the race was being aired. Only Yoongi and Jimin weren’t there, the former because he was working and the latter because he was in the gym.

Jungkook had declined Jimin’s offer to work out together; he was tired, and there was the race. He would work out later, for sure. The rest of the members lounged about, doing various activities while the race played at low volume. It was beyond exciting, real-life cars going at a speed of three hundred kilometres an hour between the gorgeous mountains of Mugello, Italy.

Jungkook wished he were there; Italy had been one of his favourite countries to visit during the Red Bull collaboration last year. The views were incredible, the weather was summery, the air was pristine and the house they’d lived in had been so beautiful and rustic, with enough space outside for him and Dilara to work out together while she went through her extended break-up with Taehyung.

Jungkook sneaked a glance at the aforementioned member. Taehyung didn’t look like he was thinking about Italy last year at all; his gaze was fixed on the screen, biting his lip and tensing up every time Dilara’s car was shown on screen, as though he expected her to crash any second. 

Therefore, when her car did touch another car and they both spun out, Jungkook flinched and Taehyung was on his feet instantly, eyes wide at the screen. It didn’t seem like a violent crash, but he stayed standing, the veins in his neck popping as he stared until Dilara climbed out of the car and took off her helmet.

“Oh, thank God,” he muttered, sighing hugely in relief and sitting back down, dropping his head in hands.

Jungkook frowned; of course he was glad Dilara was okay, but she was also disappointed, for sure. She had effectively lost the race - didn’t Taehyung care about that?

The rest of the race went by with far less interest from anyone in the suite, Dilara appearing briefly in the garage, having changed into jeans and a team t-shirt. From the sounds of it, the commentators seemed to agree that it was a “racing incident”, though caused by Dilara who had apparently attempted a very ambitious overtake that had gotten away from her. 

Taehyung’s face was unreadable; he was flitting between looking at the screen and constantly checking his phone, most likely waiting for a text from Dilara. The race ended and the winners were celebrated, followed by post-race interviews where Dilara was asked about nothing but the crash.

“I did speak to Carlos as soon as we were out of the car,,” she said, nodding. looking a bit cornered with several mics being shoved at her. “We’ve sorted that out. It’s definitely really unfortunate about both our races; it wasn’t the intention and I wish we’d been able to continue, but at the same time…” She shrugged. “It was a gap, you know? What kind of a driver would I be if I didn’t take the opportunity?”

“Even if it was at the cost of a fellow driver?” asked a faceless journalist off screen.

“No - of course not.” Dilara frowned and shook her head. “Like I said, Carlos and I talked about it and I’m - I’m very sorry, obviously. But I tried to go for the gap and he tried to block it - we would’ve both done the same thing if the roles were reversed, I’m sure.” But she looked visibly rattled. The interview ended then and Lewis Hamilton appeared on screen for his interview.

Jungkook reached for his phone and typed out a text.

Jungkook [11:15] I saw the race. I’m sorry. Let me know if you want to get your mind off it. We can play anything you want :)

It didn’t take long for her response to arrive. Jungkook waited, recalling how this had genuinely helped her get over a bad race earlier in the year.

Dilara [11:20] Thanks, JK. Just don’t feel like it today though. Sorry.

As Jungkook read her message, once, twice, thrice, trying to process this and not feel disappointed, Taehyung’s phone buzzed on his lap.

He answered it immediately, jumping to his feet. “Hey,” he said softly, as he walked away towards the rooms. Jungkook stared after him as he nodded at the conversation, his voice growing quieter as he left the group, eventually going into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

A couple of hours later, after Jungkook had dragged himself to the gym and worked out harder than his body was technically allowing him, he sat at his laptop with a coffee, knowing he had only a little while before it was night in Austria.

Jungkook [14:40] Last chance? We can play Life Is Strange. Seeing me play a teenage girl might make you feel better. I’ll do the voice too.

Dilara [14:44] Haha. That might. Will have to take a raincheck though. Sorry.

Jungkook [14:45] No problem. Let me know if you want to talk or anything.

Dilara [14:46] I will. Thanks, JK. You’re a good friend. The best actually. 

The message stayed in Jungkook’s mind the rest of the day, through rehearsal, soundcheck and the concert. The best. The best. He was her best friend. He’d cheered her up on a bad day, even if it was only on text, even if it was only for a moment.

Later that night, once everyone else was asleep but for some reason, he was still awake, Jungkook checked his phone. He didn’t know what he was expecting to find; it was the crack of dawn in Italy and almost the next night in Korea. The only people he knew were in remotely the same timezone as him were on this very floor of the hotel.

He turned to Jimin with whom he was sharing a room. After a long and borderline nauseating conversation with Sooah that Jungkook had accidentally walked in on, Jimin had finally gone to sleep and was now dead to the world. Jungkook reached for his laptop and opened it to Life Is Strange, connecting his headphones before the sound could disturb Jimin.

As it turned out, it was a good thing Dilara had declined taking part in this game for it didn’t seem to have a multi-player option at all. The single player was to assume the character of Max, a photography student in Arcadia Bay with the power to turn back time. It was the most cerebral game Jungkook had ever played; it was difficult, required concentration that was in short supply for Jungkook right now, and he found himself missing having a partner to solve the puzzles and quests with.

But Jungkook was a solo player, as was Max. He started feeling a kind of kinship with Max, who also seemed to be surrounded by people in her hometown and yet, played alone. The game began with Max experiencing a vision of a tornado during class that destroyed the town, following which, while stepping out to calm down, she witnessed a fellow student shoot another in the head and kill her.

Jungkook flinched at the gunshot, the sudden sound startling him, when he discovered Max’s new ability to rewind time. Upon going back in time to before the student - Nathan - shot the girl, Max saved her, a girl who was apparently Max’s childhood friend Chloe, now her partner in solving a series of mysterious deaths in the town of Arcadia Bay.

Jungkook imagined Dilara reading Chloe’s dialogue, even though Chloe wasn’t a player. Chloe had a very similar vibe to Dilara, he felt; they looked nothing alike, but there was a determination of a kind that Dilara had. Chloe was sensitive, asking for Max’s help to find out what happened to her missing friend Rachel, brave in her desire to fight the bad guys not afraid to cry when they discovered that Rachel was dead.

Jungkook sniffed but powered through; this was exactly the kind of game Dilara liked, with characters and story and human relationships and connections on screen. He got it now, now that it was Max and Chloe against the world. Best friends. He watched, played, went through every motion to keep them together, including going back in time to save Chloe’s father from dying in a car crash. When that alternate reality meant that Chloe was instead injured in the crash and paralyzed from the waist down, Jungkook didn’t hesitate: he went back in time once again, letting her father die and saving Chloe once again.

It was almost dawn when the game was coming to an end. Jungkook could tell the end was nearing because the timeline was meant to span less than a week, but he couldn’t tell where it was going. He frowned as the game took him, Max, to San Francisco for the opportunity to display her photo at an art gallery. It almost felt as though the game was getting away from him, for why had the story moved so far away from Arcadia Bay and from Chloe?

Max calls Chloe.

Jungkook read the dialogue, his heart skipping a beat, for here it was: the tornado, the one that Max had had a vision of hours ago at the beginning of the game, was here in Arcadia Bay, threatening to destroy everything and everyone. 

The game took Max back to the moment she took the gallery photo and Jungkook swallowed, the lump in his throat painful as he and Max descended into a pit of alternate realities that existed as a result of them messing with time, only to come to the heartbreaking conclusion that it all began because Max had saved Chloe from being shot.

“No,” whispered Jungkook out loud, his voice breaking. This was why he hated story-telling games, he thought angrily, biting his lip and feeling his eyes fill up anyway. What was the point? You got attached to a character, to her best friend, to her family, and just when you thought you were making it, it imploded and forced you to choose between two equally important things, between freedom and the ally you made in prison, or between your best friend and your integrity.

What was he supposed to do now? Let the town be destroyed to save Chloe, a character who wasn’t even a player? That definitely wasn’t how the game was designed; he couldn’t imagine the programmers would consider that a win. No, if he had to win the game, he had to save the world. Save the cheerleader, save the world, Dilara had said, months ago. It always came down to saving the world.

Jungkook followed the instructions, his vision blurring as Max went back to Arcadia Bay while the storm approached, reuniting with Chloe when the moment of truth arrived. Jungkook’s finger hovered over the button on the controller, his face screwed up as he clicked on the option in the dialogue box.

He watched motionlessly as the animation exploded, the storm rolling in and destroying Arcadia Bay, the entire town razed to the ground. As the camera panned around the devastation, Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat and let the tears stream silently down his face as Chloe appeared amidst the ruins, alive and relieved. She and Max clasped hands and left Arcadia Bay together, leaving the wreckage behind them.

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one time, in your room series

one time, in your room (m)

pre-otiyr events: #1 fingering (m) / #2 the game update (m) / #3 wake up! (m)

post-otiyr events: #1 hitting it from the back (m) / #2 Hitachi wand (m) / #3 overstim (m) / #4 hiccuping during sex (m) / #5 mutual masturbation (m) / #6 pregnancy kink

Guys, you need to read this. This is a masterpiece.

aquarium | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You thought you and Jeon Jungkook would be last forever, but you had to read the ending yourself, in the form of typed words. When it arrived, you went to the blue sea. The grey sky would come and the black storm would appear.

warnings: cheating in established relationship; (very sad) angst; language; ambiguous ending; non-idol!AU; video game streamer!Jungkook x reader; ft. kind garden-loving landlord!Taehyung

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now playing – trauma (aquarium) by ONEWE

this place has been transformed into something unknown i’m trapped alone in an aquarium

You could see the ending.

At first it was the little things. He held your hand a little less, stood a little further from you when you two walked side by side. Stared at his phone a lot.  Didn’t share his snacks as often. Spent all his time on his computer, streaming video games for longer and longer hours.

You had nothing to say. It was his job, after all.

You made his meals, washed his dishes. Changed his water bottles, gave him a kiss for the camera. Felt a little part of you die inside each time you went to bed alone, only to hear him slip under the blankets, hours after you. You went to work for longer and longer hours. There was no reason to go home. He ordered take-out for dinner every night.

Being Jeon Jungkook’s girlfriend was supposed to be fun.

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nuisance - jjk

Summary: He pined after something he couldn’t have, believing that he was in love with a woman who carried the secret he also did: a forbidden relationship. But he had enough of the distance, after all, how long did you think he was going to stay away? 

Pairing: Yandere! Jungkook x F! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning(s): TABOO RELATIONSHIP (DO NOT ENGAGE if this makes you uncomfortable), pseudo incest, stalking, obsession, obscene language, extreme manipulation, dubcon, smut, sliiiiight mommy kink

A/N: Reupload! I suck at summaries. This fic was inspired by a writer and their works.

- Please, don’t forget to leave feedback! It’s my motivation to keep writing :)

“Fucking bitch.” He scoffed, dark doe eyes intently following the woman’s figure as she walked. Her backside moved with just the right amount of sensuality causing Jungkook to groan, palming his growing cock.

She carried a brown bag of groceries, keys on the other, uncaring, vulnerable.

He pounced once he knew she was on the verge of entering the safe of her home, placing his cold hands inside the warmth of his trench coat pocket, prowling behind her like a moth to a flame.

Just as she was about to shut the door, his foot obstructed the action and she cried out as he forced his large body inside her cozy apartment.

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Devil’s Child

Summary: All the time you’ve been spending with your neighbour triggers your stepbrother’s jealousy and bloodlust to which you wake up in bed to a bloody surprise.

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Stepbrother Jungkook

Warnings: murder, pseudo-incest, manipulation, sexual content (dirty talk, implied somnophilia), jk calls oc noona 

Word Count: 3K

A/N: reposted from my terminated blog ♡ inspired by prompt no. 2 on this list 

Head on your pillow, the moonlight streaming through your window illuminated your face like a veil. It was a hot summer, the kind where sweat felt sticky like ice cream on your skin. You allowed the curtains to flutter with the night breeze as you slept with earphones playing classical music in your ears. 

Claire de Lune, a song your mother often listened to when you were still in the womb. It always calmed you down whenever you kicked her at night. It was like a wave of clouds washing over you, enveloping you in light and darkness all at once. It was a melody you’d want to hear in your final moments before Death kissed you on the lips. 

Unfortunately, your younger brother would never let you rest in peace. 

Although the two of you didn’t share a bloodline, fate intertwined you with your stepbrother at the age of nine. He had only been six then and much younger when his mother died. You were too young to understand the problems of adults but what you understood was that your mother and father were no longer in love. People who loved each other did not yell at each other as though their souls were so far apart, they could no longer hear one another. 

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Heartstrings

Summary: Head over heels and desperately shy, Jungkook is determined to ask you to be his Valentine’s. 

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Jeon Jungkook

Warnings: submissive jk, dom! reader, shy jk, virgin jk, slight cockwarming, unprotected sex, bodily harm (acid attack), murder, stalking, mention of blood/gore, OC is something else, yandere behaviour, disturbing content 

Word Count: 3K 

Based (very loosely) on this request:

A/N: this is super rushed!!! but i wanted it to be cute and creepy, featuring a shy and very intense jungkook. please be warned that he gets up to some weird things in this. happy valentine’s day! 🌹

The sun met the horizon with a splash and pink lemonade and tangerine hues swirled through the sky like watercolours. Everything seemed to appear through rose-tinted glasses as the pink sunset danced upon high rooftops, kissed shiny car tops and shined upon the hundreds of glossy, candid pictures of you pasted on every inch of his cream walls.

The laminated photographs crawled along the ceiling too, continually multiplying, like an infestation in his brain. There were thousands more in his hard drives, glued within the pages of his “Y/N” diary and on the back of his eyelids, for he always saw you within the darkness, a ghost in lovely colours haunting every cell of his being.  

It burned where your name bled into his skin in ink and it stung where Jungkook had just sliced into his arm with a knife. His blood steadily dripped into the ink bottle. Impatiently, he dropped the knife, in exchange for the fountain pen laying by his hand.

He dipped the nib into the crimson liquid and breathed raggedly as he began to pen his love letter to you. Blood dribbled from where he anxiously gnawed on his lip. The pen was scratching the baby pink paper, and he was careful to not smudge the fresh blood and to keep his handwriting neat and pretty. But his hands were trembling like his heart which overflowed with love. His love for you that was so all-consuming, it was almost paralysing.

Jungkook whimpered in frustration. The pen slipped from his grip and fell with a thud. He was overwhelmed, unable to compress his feelings into concise, coherent sentences. It was impossible. He wanted to write his heart out for you but it would’ve been much easier to pull it out of his chest and present it to you in a bloody fist instead.

He looked down at the paper where your lovely name was written in his blood over and over again.

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DRINK ME UP - 1

Part-2 Part-3

Synopsis : After seeing another man beside you holding you by your waist, Jungkook couldn't help but get utterly wasted. What do you see when you go to him? What happens that night?

Pairing : YANDEREJeon Jungkook x dancer fem!reader

Genre : SMUT, drunk jk!au

Word count : 2.02 K

Warnings : 18+, YANDERE AND OBSESSIVE THEMES, EXTREME JEALOUSY, kissing, Profanity, nipple play, alcohol, fingering, penetration, wine used in explicit activity (ah shit here I go again o.o), signs of cheating and betrayal

A/N: SOOOOO... we are a family of nine hundred *EN AAI EN EE= na-een* which rhymes with? That's true - DABLU AAI EN EE- Wa-een! Let's have wine party everyoneeeeee 🥂 *clicks glass!!* THANKYOU TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUUUUU 💗💗💗

Jungkook looked at the bright lit stage go dim all of a sudden, the very moment when you were to set foot on the stage, all the lights now focused upon you. He loved to see you shine so much, he loved to see when you would do what you loved, which was dancing.

Today shouldn't have been any different, he would've loved everything he was looking at right now but he couldn't feel an ounce of joy.

Not when he noticed how your dance partner had his hand snaked around your waist, not when you both danced ever so closely. People cheered on over your performance, they called you the beauty of the night but Jungkook could hear nothing. The only thing his brain was focused on was you and your partner's audacity to touch you like he owned you.

He inhaled sharply as he felt his chest tighten with every passing second, even though he wanted to snatch you away from him right then and there, he wouldn't. He knew very well how much you have practiced for today's show since past few months, he couldn't ruin that.

So he gulped hard and got up from his seat to leave the auditorium by himself.

When your performance got over, the entire atmosphere lit up with cheers, claps and whistles and when your happy eyes tried to search for your lover cheering for you in the audience, he was nowhere to be found.

Causing you feel a little bad. "It was amazing to work with you Y/N, my wife wanted to treat us to a meal, if possible you should bring your boyfriend along with you." He said happily and you both walked towards the lounge after being greeted by the chief guests.

You smiled, "Sure, it seems I can't get a hold of my boyfriend, I'll just have a quick meal with you two, is that alright?" You asked as you kept looking here and there for Jungkook to pop up.

He nodded, "Ofcourse, that'll be great! Let's go then." He said and you both walked out of the lounge.

You were texting Jungkook but he was not responding back making you worried, did he go to home already? You mentally asked yourself upon not seeing his car in the parking lot. You quickly brought out the keys of your car since you both have actually come spearately, given how you had to come earlier for rehearsel.

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When you arrived home, you saw Jungkook drinking alcohol while his whole bedroom was a mess. You hurriedly dropped your bag and jacket and went near him. "Gosh Jungkook how much did you drink?" You asked as you sat on the bed next to his drunk figure. You counted the bottles, "fucking four??" then your eyes shifted to two more bottles crushed in pieces lying on the floor.

"Fuck." You cursed under your breath as you looked at them, you hissed as you got up to get a broom to set aside the glass pieces but he caught your wrist as soon as you stood up.

You turned to look at him and he pulled you causing you to sit on his lap. "Baby whom do you love?" He asked you as his voice hitched due to the effects of alcohol. Your surprised expression due to his sudden action melted into a soft smile, "You, ofcourse." You said as you started caressing his rosy cheeks.

You knew Jungkook was a ten but he was WAYYY too clingy, Jungkook liked whenever you did these kind of little actions like carressing his cheeks, patting his head, kissing his forehead.

He pulled you closer catching you off guard. His face just a mere centimeters away from you, he whispered, "Really?" He asked you.

"Yes." You answered.

"Are you sure?" He asked you again while shifting himself even more closer to you. "I am." Your heart started hammering in your chest and you said with the slightest of movement of your lips, you were afraid that it would touch his.

He shifted even more closer, finally causing both of your lips to touch and spoke, "How sure are you?" He pecked your lips. "I.." and before you could utter the next word he pecked your lips again, "Answer me." He pecked your lips for the third time.

And when you opened your mouth to answer him, he attached his mouth to yours with force causing you to fall backwards on the sofa while he was above you.

He started kissing you like he starving since decades. In between your kiss you suddenly started feeling something hot run down your cheeks. They were tears, you wanted to stop and ask him what was going on but he didn't budge as he kept on kissing you possessively.

After a while when you both were lacking oxygen, he got up and you finally got to see his face. His eyes were red while tears dried on his cheeks. He looked absolutely heartbroken and it made you feel miserable to see him like this.

"Jungkook baby, what's the matter?" You asked him with worry in your eyes. This is what he needed to see, to see that you still cared for him, that he still was the one in your heart. That he was still yours and you were his.

But that wasn't enough, Jungkook needed to erase the memories of the love of his life standing next to another man who wasn't him, a man who touched you at places where only he was allowed to.

He hurriedly got off from you and took a bottle of wine in his hands, your eyes grew wide, was he going to drink more? "Jungkook please don't drink anymo-"

"Y/N baby." He cut you off as he got above you again, "What is it?" You asked him.

"Isn't alcohol used to disinfect germs?" He asked you while opening the cork of the bottle.

You hummed. "Then let me disinfect you." He said and poured some wine on your legs causing you to flinch from the sensation. He softly chuckled, "Do not worry love, I am only cleaning the unwanted touch- i mean the germs off you. Your skin shouldn't have those." He said and he leaned down to lick your right leg all the way from your feet to your knee.

You looked at him astonished but you couldn't deny that what was coming would be the treat of tonight. So you allowed him to take control over your body.

He repeated the same action with your left leg up until your knee where your skirt was ending.

He sat up and poured the wine on your waist and started lapping on your body like a dog but it started to feel ticklish and hence when you tried to push him away on reflex, he piped you down by groping your breasts. He started massaging them and then ran his fingers around the area of your nipples which had now hardened.

You moaned from the sensation and since he absolutely loved it when you moaned, he slid his other hand inside your skirt and started circling your pussy area.

You were getting wet.

He was getting a boner.

He could no more hold himself back and immediately poured all the wine over your neck till your chest and broke the bottle on the bedside, allowing him to gain a broken piece of the wine bottle to cut your dress apart.

He then tore off your bra making your wine soaked breasts naked under his hungry eyes.

He undressed himself and threw off his shirt away as he leaned down to lick your sweet cherries, he bit them, chewed them and pulled them up with his teeth until your moans became louder.

While his mouth was working on your nipples, his hands took the bottle piece to tear your panty apart and he opened his trousers as well.

When he felt that your vaginal opening hasn't dilated, he bit your nipple way too hard earning him a scream and your legs spread apart letting his dick get more access to get inside.

When it was getting tighter against your walls he flicked your other nipple hard and you were sure you saw stars in your eyes, making your walls relaxed and his penis finally going deep inside.

He started thrusting in and out while his mouth never left your boobs staying at one place, causing your nipples to continuosly stretch and shorten like a spring.

You had held the bedsheets tight while you couldn't stop moaning and screaming and you heard him moan louder as well.

This went on for a long time until you both felt physically exhausted.

He sighed and lied down next to you with his one hand around your waist, another hand fingering you pussy and his mouth suckling your boobs.

You ran your tired hand over his hair, "You cried earlier Jungkook, why?"

He detached his mouth and looked up at you, "Maybe because I was overwhelmed, maybe it was the alcohol?" He said with his smirk as he brought his hand up from your pussy and licked his fingers.

"Either way, I'm glad you're mine." He breathed as he felt his alcohol starring to wear off.

"But..." He continued after he started feeling sober. "But?" You asked.

He contorted his eyebrows, "Why.. is your face changing?" He felt confusion spiral in his head because with every passing moment, you looked more and more different.

No- You- "You! Who are you?" Jungkook got up immediately and shook his head, "Where's Y/N? Who the hell are you."

"Ah.. looks like you're completely sober now, it hurt me everytime you called me by your girlfriend's name but atleast I got to sleep with you. Damn it was such a good sex." The girl whom Jungkook mistook to be you under the heavy influence of alcohol was grinning ear to ear while Jungkook stood there with wide horrified eyes.

"Who knew ditching my husband and Y/N at dinner by making the excuse of having stomachache would grant me such a hot night." She bit her lips seductively while getting closer to him.

Jungkook felt absolutely nauseated, he felt disgusted and most importantly he wanted to kill her. Even if he absolutely wanted to do that, murder won't get him anywhere, it's too complicated to clean the mess up.

So he needed to get away, anywhere as long as it is away from her.

He stomped his way towards the door while the girl followed him behind.

Just when Jungkook opened the door, his worst nightmare came true. You were standing there, speechless with eyes wide open as if a deer was caught in headlights.

The girl beside him, whom you recognised to be your dance partner's wife, interlocked her arms with his and he immediately snatched his arm away. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jungkook was beyond frustrated.

"Omg honey, is it because Y/N's here? Why? Didn't you tell earlier that after we sleep together, you'll breakup with her?" She batted her eyelashes.

"Sleep?" You whispered almost doubting yourself if you heard that wrong.

"No Y/N! It's not what you think-"

"Jungkook if you ever truly loved me then be honest, did you both sleep together or no?" You asked, still thinking all this was unbelievable.

Seeing Jungkook wrapped in towel by his waist with another woman wrapped in bedsheet standing next to him, all of this was unbelievable. Were you too easy that Jungkook coaxed you into becoming his girlfriend, telling you how much he loved you every day and night- only to show you this? Were you that naive?

"Y/N we did sleep together but--" "Stop!" You raised your palm to stop him from saying any further. So to Jungkook you were just an easy girl? You wanted to laugh, did he really think of making excuses after his 'but'?

You shook your head, "Jungkook let's breakup and never see each other ever again."

You started running with tears in your eyes, it was going to be a long night with alcohol by your side.

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Tysm for making it till the end, your feedback is HIGHLY appreciated 💗 MWAHH!! (Fu*k BRB crying)

SEVENTH

SYNOPSIS: Where Jungkook is more than just somebody's fianće.

PAIRING: YANDERE SERIALKILLER!JUNGKOOK x DETECTIVE COP!FEM READER

GENRE: SMUT (minors DNI), Crime and thriller au, wedding planner au

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

WARNINGS:Mature content, YANDERE and OBSESSIVE themes, Profanity, kissing, mentions of gun, cheating, breast play, grinding, cuming, this time we gonna use ice at forbidden places cuz I'm mentally fucked up

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MA-RR-Y-ME-LO-VE

You breathed the words as you read it in sequence with your nails piercing the skin of your palm.

It was the sixth murder in a row. Each one was a woman in her twenties, shocking similarities was that they were all going to be married soon. But what was even more shocking were the letters engraved in the skin of their ring finger.

First woman had - MA

Second woman had- RR

And this went on till MARRY ME.. you thought that the psychopath behind the murders wanted to have these woman as his love interest or something so you tried to dig in the profiles of the victims.

You didn't know whether to call it unfortunate or rather fortunate that there were no people in their lives to track down to one common person.

You grabbed your forehead as you sighed, you thought the killer was done after writing MARRY ME by killing three women but you were wrong.

Another two murders added the word LO-VE in the sequence and this time one thing came out in common. The wedding planner-- the last two victims had their wedding planned under the same wedding event organizers- The Sierras.

"Mam we should bring The Sierras owner to question them." You turned your head towards your junior police officer who said it, Dino.

You clicked your tongue as you shook your head, "that won't be fruitful, no serial killer would kill his customers inside his own shop."

Officer Wen Junhui, your colleague in ranking clicked his pen on table and started scribbling on his notepad, he said "Y/N is right. There's high chance The Sierras have been targeted for us to think the way Dino thought while the serial killer is on the loose."

"Then, our every operation is failing. People are scared to even marry now. If this continues, a rampage will occur soon with police of other divisions to suffer even more." Officer Ryujin reasoned.

You nodded and paused for thinking a bit more.

After a moment you shot your head up, "I'll go undercover." You said and looked at everyone's faces. They were caught off guard with your suggestion but then again when every trick failed, your last resort was to go undercover to face the criminal head on.

Officer Ryujin raised her eyebrows, "What are you thinking officer Y/N?"

You looked at her with a confident smile, "Let's catch the serial killer before he kills anymore. Operation Six Lives!"

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You took a job in The Sierras under the disguise of a wedding planner, it was normal for any work place to not disclose their client's information or only share limited information. So far the killer has only left only one lead, the Sierras.. there was a 50-50 chance that if the killer does plan on killing more, the victim might be from here.

It was better to give your shot at this single clue rather than just sit and think. 3 women in their twenties have contacted The Sierras for their marriage arrangement this month.

1. Ahn Se-jeong (bride) and Lee In-woo (groom)

2. Kim Ri-ha (bride) and Jeon Jungkook (groom)

3. Yoo Nam-ra (bride) and Kang Ji-ho (groom)

You immediately had the police look out for these three women to monitor and keep them under surveillance.

Inside the workplace you were assigned as the wedding planner of the 2nd pair of client, Ri-ha and Jungkook, they were coming to decide the venue and today you were going to meet them for the first time.

When they finally arrived, you fixed your skirt and collar a little, if you were going to pretend to be a wedding planner, you were going to do it properly.

You put on a friendly smile as the love birds stepped inside with their arms interlocked.

"Welcome in Mr. Jeon and Ms. Kim. I'm Seung Y/N and will be your wedding planner." You cooed.

Jungkook scanned you from top to bottom before removing Ri-ha's arm to step forward and offer a handshake to you. You shook his hand as an act of agreement and proceeded to shake hands with Ri-ha.

They both sat on the sofa across you as you laid down the catalogue of venues and marriage destinations on the glass table.

While both of them flipped the pages, you were carefully observing them, none of them looked quite satisfied. But after a moment Ri-ha's eyes lit up at a certain page so she was going to place forth her choice, "How about Pa--"

"What do you think Y/N? Where should we marry?" Jungkook cut her off.

You blinked, this is not how it was supposed to go, "Uh.. Ms.Kim has a place in her mind." You looked at Ri-ha.

Jungkook smiled softly, "I meant to ask you that because you are our wedding planner, I assumed you might have more expertise in choosing the best destinations. Isn't it?"

"Ah-that.. right." You nervously chuckled, "No one before has asked me for planning their wedding venue so I acted this way, I apologize... um.. you can choose Paris?" You said as you quickly glanced on the page Ri-ha had opened to mention.

Ri-ha's eyes sparkled, "Thats great! And it's alright Y/N, plus you can address me by my name, Ms.Kim sounds way too formal and also makes me feel old." You grinned, "Sure Ri-ha if that's what you want."

"How about you honey?" Ri-ha held Jungkook's arm with a loving gaze on him. Jungkook nodded with a smile, "Of course you should call me Jungkook instead." Ri-ha's pouted, "Not that- I meant about Paris."

Jungkook's eyes flickered, "Ah- i- I see." He cleared his throat to erase awkwardness in his voice, "Yeah of course."

"Alright then, we'll discuss the place with our parents, after confirming we'll contact you and will come for the dress and the jewelry next Sunday." Ri-ha said as she and Jungkook got up from the sofa.

"Sure thing." You said and accompanied them to their way out.

-

You were writing down on your notepad about the jewelry Ri-ha and Jungkook were choosing. "Babe do you like it?" Jungkook pointed at a necklace and looked at you, leaving you confused for a second then he looked at Ri-ha who looked at him after eyeing a blue stone pair of earrings.

You shook your head mentally and continued writing down their choices and prices to discuss later. Then they went on to the dressing section.

First Jungkook went and chose his clothes along with Ri-ha while you stood at the counter sending the pics of ornaments selected to Jungkook's and Ri-ha's mother separately on their respective mails.

Ri-ha came back after Jungkook went in the trial room, "Y/N, Jungkook asked for you too to see his attire, he thinks a professional knows best." She chirped.

You smiled and nodded, "Alright."

You both went into the room next to the trial room, after a moment you saw Jungkook come in wearing a black tuxedo with gray stripes and a black shirt underneath with matching black pants. Sure he looked good but that's more like he was attending someone else's wedding and not his.

He seemed to read your mind and therefore he asked, "What is it Y/N? Don't you like it?"

Ri-ha looked at you with her eyebrows raised, you cleared your throat, "it looks good but it's not fitting a wedding attire. Have you chosen any white suit? That'll look better." You placed forth your opinion.

Jungkook felt relieved at your words, "See Ri-ha, didn't I tell you she'll know what's best for me?" Yeah.. that kinda sounded a bit weird but Ri-ha didn't seem to mind it, she giggled, "Yeah yeah of course." She said playfully and gave you a big smile, you returned the gesture.

The next attire Jungkook wore was entirely white and you both couldn't help but burst into little laughter together. "Wha-what's wrong?" Jungkook was baffled.

Ri-ha said while suppressing her laughter, "If you were to stand in front of a white wall for a picture, only your face will be caught on camera." You couldn't help but a laugh a bit more and Ri-ha lightly nudged you in the arm, "Don't you agree Y/N?"

"Completely." You said while chuckling. Ri-ha liked your frank and friendly nature, while Jungkook liked it a bit more.

He sighed and smiled, "Y/N how about instead of laughing you help me out?"

You nodded, "yes I'm sorry." You said and told him what you had in mind, "You should wear a tuxedo of off white colour, a shirt of white color and the pants should be off white as well.. and.." You paused for a bit, you were suddenly reminded of the meeting you had with Ri-ha over tea two days ago in her house, she had invited you to finalize the designs and tell you more about the things she had on her mind to make her wedding grandiose.

I want the dresses to be as unique and pretty as possible. Her words played in your head.

".. and?" Ri-ha waited for your answer.

"Oh and the bow tie should be of a faint shade of peach color, I'll discuss it with the designer and make the veil of the bride match some designs of the same color." You said, even if you were originally a cop, the whole police station knew that your fashion sense was immaculate and unbeatable, even officer Jay who was known to be a walking fashion icon, would come to you on days to take your opinion.. maybe that skill was helping you out pretty well at this situation.

Ri-ha clapped her hand, "amazing! I'll try on the dress I have liked and you can go ahead and make the changes."

You smiled and nodded at her.

Ri-ha had tried on several dresses and after Jungkook took your final opinion, you went with the finalized dresses to sketch and make the changes. After few minutes you returned from the designer with a tabloid in your hand, the designer had changed the colour shades and added a bit more detail on it.

When you showed them the final sketch, Ri-ha couldn't hide her happiness, even Jungkook was amazed at what your suggestion made the sketch look like.

"Wow this is really pretty, you can go ahead with these dresses and you shall come to my home for deciding the dress of my parents for my wedding, they've taken a liking to your choices and they wanted their dress also to be stylized by you." Jungkook said with a fond smile.

Your lips took a form of a big smile, "I'm honored to have impressed your parents. I'll come with the dresses." You said.

-

When you arrived at Jungkook's house after a week, his parents treated you like their own family, they were really friendly and not stereotyped at all. You wondered how lucky Jungkook was to have such sweet parents, it was showing in his behavior as well.

You suggested that they should wear hanbok to their son's wedding and they very much liked your color preferences.

After a while when you were having casual talks with them, Jungkook came in with his phone and kept it inside his pocket. He sighed, "Ri-ha can't make it today, she has a very important meeting in the company."

Jungkook's mother looked disappointed, "That means we can't see her try this dress on today? We already made our time out of our busy schedule, who knows when we can again be free?"

Jungkook's father clicked his tongue, "This is bad- wait! Y/N can you try on the dress for us?"

Your eyes went a little wide, "Pardon sir?"

He softly chuckled as he found your dumbfounded state funny, "We just want to see how the dress looks when somebody wears it, Y/N.. you and Ri-ha don't seem too different in body proportions, isn't it honey?"

Jungkook's mother smiled wide, "You are right honey. Y/N dear please can you do us this favor?"

You shifted awkwardly in your place, "Um.. okay."

You followed Jungkook as he gestured you to follow him with the dress, you guessed that the room he welcomed in was his. "If you are wondering, this is my room." He said as he opened his cabinet. There was a narrow space joining to another room, "And this is my dressing room, you can change here." You nodded and stepped inside.

When you came out after trying it, Jungkook felt at a loss of words, he blinked a few times to snap out. When you went to the main hall where his parents were sitting, they were equally stunned, any bystander couldn't easily figure out whether they were stunned by your beauty or the dress.

"She looks perfect!" His mother said gleefully. You smiled awkwardly, "I guess the dress suits your taste mam?"

She gave out a breathy laugher, "Of course dear of course. Don't you agree with me, son?" She looked at Jungkook who couldn't utter a single word, he felt so enchanted just by looking at you as if the world only had him and you and no one else.

His father tittered, "What have you done miss Y/N, looks like my son can't speak." Jungkook snapped out of his daze and felt his breath stuck.

He gulped, "Okay Y/N we're done." He said and told you to follow him back to his room.

When after changing into your clothes you came out in his room, you saw him standing looking out of the window with arms crossed, his side profile looked gloomy and you wondered why.

"What is it Jungkook?" You raised your eyebrows in question and he slowly turned towards you.

"Y/N today Ri-ha couldn't make it, do you think she's not happy with me in any manner? That day she looked so happy about the dress, the meeting she said as an excuse could have been held later too.. I think I'm not giving her what she deserves." He looked down.

You contorted your eyebrows, "Uhm.. I don't see a reason for Ri-ha to think like that."

He shot his head up and shook his head, "You're wrong Y/N, she's got plenty of reasons to think that way, she likes people with experience, she likes people who are at the top of their games, she only knows that I'm great at communicating, great at handling our company, I only tried to show her my best side but-" he gulped, "I can't stall anymore about my experiences in bed, I don't even know who to ask help from other than you. You're the only woman I know after Ri-ha."

Your eyes went wide at the sudden revelation. He spoke so much to you in just a few words, first about Ri-ha whom he thinks doesn't like him enough, where to be honest whenever you saw them together, Ri-ha always seemed head over heels for him.

And experience in bed? Ask help? From you?

What the actual fuck?

"Excuse me?" You were shocked to say the least. His face morphed in a bit more sadder expression as if, if you said anything against his favor he might have a breakdown.

Your eyes flickered, "What do you mean?"

He took a sharp breath, "Y/N please help me, I've never slept with anyone before."

You scratched your nape, "in that case you should ask help from someone else, I'm not too good at it myself."

"That's totally fine, it's better to embarrass myself in front of a novice rather than to embarrass myself in front of a veteran." He said as if he was explaining some group project.

You shook your head, "what about Ri-ha? This is still morally wrong Jungkook."

He looked confused, "How exactly Y/N? I didn't call Ri-ha a veteran for no reason, if she could sleep with people other than me, why can't I do the same?"

You were baffled, "But it's different now Jungkook--" "It's not! It's not as long as we haven't married each other. I'm begging you Y/N, I am willing to do everything for my woman." He said while decreasing the distance in between both of you, "help me Y/N, I'll make sure to put a good word to your boss for you." He said as he captured you in between the wall and him.

Just how far were you willing to go to play pretend? To keep your job at The Sierras? Jungkook's family looked influential and you didn't know what word he might put if you didn't listen to his request. "Are you threatening me now?" You looked at him with sharp gaze.

His gaze turned dark as well, "No. I'm begging Y/N." His desperate voice and words were contrasting his gaze.

You were not sure if you could keep your job of disguise any longer if your employer found out that you couldn't satisfy even your very first costumer.

You gritted your teeth, in order to access more of the records and documents, you needed to proceed as Ri-ha and Jungkook's wedding planner. You closed your eyes to keep your cool. "Alright, for your woman and my client, I'll show you how to be good, at least as much as I know."

-

Jungkook was beyond happy, he continued to switch back and forth between your eyes, he gulped and said, "today is Thursday, I'll send you the place on Sunday." He stepped back.

Afterall deception starts with a lie and a successful deception needs chain of lies. The lie Jungkook said now was about Ri-ha's meeting, he knew Ri-ha had a really important meeting, he knew Ri-ha cannot make it today because of her tight schedule and that is exactly why Jungkook called you over today.

Was it ethically correct? No.

Professionally? You couldn't tell. Two days later the couple came to buy matching rings and shoes for their wedding day.

So far none of the officers who were keeping an eye out reported anything suspicious about the women, till now you have collected the information on the dresses, venues and ornaments of the victims as you gained access to those files.

Today you were looking out for an opportunity to put your hands on the rings and shoes information as well and hence you were eagerly waiting for the couple to leave and you'd get to your undercover work.

But what happened next was something you never imagined.

Jungkook was kissing you passionately in a secluded room while Ri-ha waited for him thinking he went to the washroom. Jungkook's words - "please help me out Y/N, Ri-ha has said before I am not a good kisser, pleaaase help me Y/N. Today I have a date with her and I can't disappoint her anymore." He said with pleading eyes and tone and thus here you were, trying to teach him the correct way to kiss.

And he listened pretty well.. his kiss was soft, intense and slow, like you were in a daze lost in middle of flower fields with the sunshine dancing and sparkling over the petals.

After several moments when you broke the kiss to pant for air, you reminded him to not stay any longer and return back to Ri-ha.

After they left you sat down to analyze your actions, apart from having a great kissing sesh, you couldn't quite let go off that heavy feeling in your chest, the feeling of betrayal or cheating. Though you can't exactly call it cheating given Jungkook's reasoning, yet this was still wrong no matter whatever the reasons were.

Earlier they had selected the shoes from a well known expensive store and the rings were also bought from a grand store of your city. You remember while talking with Jungkook's parents, his father had mentioned that he owned a jewelry store and it shocked you when he told the name because that name is really famous and often is tagged with rich people's taste since it was normally affordable by them.

It wasn't exactly surprising for Jungkook to have the rings from there for him and his bride-to-be.

-

Sunday came and you were not sure if you should go ahead with his request. Jungkook didn't seem someone with bad intentions, he just looked like a lost puppy trying to get his answers. Getting scolded without getting told why you got scolded really sucks. You should know what mistake you made so that you won't repeat it.

But there was no one for Jungkook to tell his mistake, to guide him. You felt like the light he was searching for after he was thrown in a completely dark tunnel.

Jungkook's wedding was next week and preparations were ready except this- as he claimed, therefore here you were looking eye to eye sitting on his bed in close proximity.

He leaned in to kiss you at first as your fingertips grazed on his neck. You bit your lips slightly and let out a little moan which turned him on even more.

He pushed his tongue inside and both your tongues were spiraling around each other in their own rhythm. He then proceeded to put butterfly kisses on your mouth then your jaw, going down to your neck and lastly to your collarbone.

Suddenly your hand movements stopped when he started unbuttoning your shirt. He looked at your face in confusion and he realized what expression you had on your face.

The expression of guilt.

He sighed, "Y/N this won't go any further if you feel awkward, can't you just see me as me tonight and not someone who's about to get married? Hm?" He moved a loose strand of your hair to keep it behind your ear.

His touch was so gentle that you felt like melting while he looked at you dreamily.

Just this once.. it's all gonna get over. You mentally noted as you bit your lower lip and nodded.

Jungkook took notice of it as he caressed your lips. "What should I do next Y/N?"

You looked at him, "Everyone has their own preferences, some people like it rough, some people like it gentle, I can't tell what Ri-ha likes exactly just by looking at her face--"

"What's your preference?" He asked you.

"Mine?... " You blinked several times. "Yes, yours. I'm going to repeat everything, including the questions with Ri-ha so it's better if you stop mentioning her, I'd like to completely want to immerse with the person in front of me." He said as he held your hands.

You looked at down at your hands cupped in his, "Gentle and something creative." You whispered. He smiled, "okay."

Because, he actually knew that very well, so far Jungkook has been nothing but gentle, even though being gentle wasn't exactly Jungkook's type but in no way he would disappoint you.

He had stalked you enough to know what kind of a woman you are in bed.

"Most people have different kinks, I personally like breast kink." Jungkook's mind was already filled with vulgar pictures of you but he couldn't wait to actually to not just see it but feel it too. He went to the kitchen and came back with a small tray of ice in his hands.

He kept it on the bed and opened your shirt while you opened his. Then he laid you down and opened your bra, he hovered over you and then leaned down.

He kissed the area around your right nipple while his one hand was busy rubbing the ice on your other nipple. You let out a shaky breath as he bit your nipple, one nipple getting bitten while the other getting frozen really was overwhelming. He then took another ice in his other hand and rubbed it on your left nipple- the one he was biting on. He removed his mouth and leaned to the already hardened cold nipple, he took the ice in his mouth and kept rubbing on it.

Then he took both the ices in his mouth as he traced his wet mouth down to your belly while both his hands working on your wet and cold breasts.

He then opened your trousers leaving you in just a panty. He took another ice in his mouth and then kissed on your pussy which was already soaking with your juices.

Next he tore apart the light feather like cloth off your groin and kept the ice directly on your vagina.

He was rolling the ice on your pussy with his tongue as his hands worked on opening his own pants and undergarment.

He took another ice and kept it on your pussy while the ice previously he was rolling, he took it back inside his mouth.

He came back up and let his dick rest upon the ice that was over your pussy, he then leaned down again and attached his mouth to yours, letting the ice covered in your juice play like a dice inside both of your mouth.

Due to the immense heat from both of your groin, the ice on your vagina melted quickly and thus he grinded his dick on you. Thankfully he didn't let it in.

Who knew that Jungkook actually wanted to do that so bad but he's gonna save it for later. He rejoiced internally.

-

The next day when he woke up, he saw you were gone. Not surprising though, last night you already told him after you both had a steamy, rather icy session that you both have nothing more to contact each other for.

Which of course hurt Jungkook a little but he couldn't show it, he was willing with complying to all your demands. But he knew, soon enough, you'll come back to him.

And the moment you do, he's never going to let you go, ever again.

-

You looked at the text message Ri-ha had sent you in the evening.

Kim Ri-ha: Hi Y/N I thought the rings were out for delivery, I've only received the shoes.

You: Are you sure? Maybe Jungkook has picked up for you?

Kim Ri-ha: Nope! I had already asked him as well as contacted his family too, none have received it.

You: I think some error has happened, I'll go and check.

You frowned while replying, your head was already clouded with last night's activity and now this!

Wait- this is actually better, you have somehow managed to look at the records of the shoes but you couldn't get a grip over the record book of rings, both of these were actually trivial if you were to connect these to The Sierras but better be careful than to regret.

You quickly dialed Officer Junhui's number and told him to gather the information about all the victim's wedding rings, like where they were bought from, if there's any lead that could be helpful, etc.

Then you quickly drove to Jiwe Stones- the shop Jungkook and Ri-ha had bought the rings from.

You went to the counter and showed them a special pass The Sierras had provided you with, it's a pass given to their wedding planners to go through the accessory records in other shops from where their client had stuff purchased from.

After entering something on the keyboard, the person at the counter asked a lady over the telephone to bring a hard copy of the record book you had asked for.

The lady came and she had opened the page where the details about the Kim-Jeon couple's rings were present. Strangely the page had a Delivered and received stamp on it.

You blinked in confusion, when you were about to ask the staff about it, you received a call from Junhui.

Hello?

Hey Y/N, the team has found out the wedding rings information and strangely all of them are from Jiwe Stones! You should take a look at the rings, I think there's something fishy.

You cut the call as you let out a short exhale, looking here and there for a second. Then you flipped to the index searching for the past month's records of the victims.

All of the names were there.

You immediately took photos of the ring designs and the information mentioned on it when on the 4th victim's page you noticed something strange. Then you went through your gallery to look at the previous three designs.

You noticed tiny shapes on the inner side of the rings, you looked at the other designs of the rings apart from the victims' drawn inside the book but none of them had these strange patterns.

Your eyebrows contorted at the realization.

"It's fucking Morse code!" You covered your mouth with your palm.

The Morse code writing MA-RR-Y-ME-LO-VE on each rings one by one just like it was found on the ring fingers of the victims.

What frightened you even more was that the ring of Ri-ha had MARRY ME LOVE written completely and wholly in Morse code.

Fuck! Ri-ha was the next target. You quickly went to contacts in your phone to call Ri-ha but just then another call came.

Hello Ryujin?

Y/N! Ri-ha's found dead in her apartment and there are no signs of the serial killer, her ring finger is empty though, there's nothing written like previous victims.

Your breath felt stuck. FUCKING HELL! You quickly ran out to the car when it struck you-

Jungkook!

It was his father's company after all, he wasn't the killer was he?

You shook your head in denial but then again- what we see isn't always true. So instead of going to the crime scene you drove to Jungkook's place, the place you had you spent your last night in.

You reached to his house and climbed the stairs to his unit, on knocking the door you found it was unlocked.

You swiftly took out the gun from your pocket and switched on the flashlight of your phone as it seemed dark inside.

You took careful and silent steps inside. After looking around the main living room you were approaching the bedroom when -SHUT!

You heard the main door shut close and the lights were back on, when you turned you saw Jungkook standing with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

Your suspicions felt true with each passing second. You pointed the gun towards him.

He chuckled, "It took me seven murders to make you come here to me, you're finally here Y/N!" He grinned widely.

You removed the trigger safety to shoot him, your lips twitched "Why did you kill them?"

He let out tiny airy laugh, "So that I could have you come here by yourself Y/N" He took out a box and on opening you saw the same ring made for Ri-ha.

"I didn't know my Y/N likes to be gentle in bed, I thought you'd be into something more hard and violent since you are a detective cop." He raised his eyebrows while smirking.

What the hell?! He knew you were a cop- he knew you from the start- perhaps he did this all knowing you'll take the bait, it was all a setup to lure you in- just like you were pretending, Jungkook was playing along too.

He smiled widely, "Y/N we're the perfect match, opposites attract after all. You are perfect for me and I'm perfect for you. Marry me love!"

And you realized it wasn't Ri-ha who liked perfection but it was him. What was worse that this wasn't a proposal, it was a statement.

-

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BEST OF ME

YandereJungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive, Profanity, kissing

Synopsis: A best girl like you deserves nothing but the best

Word count: 849 !

Author's note: My first work in yandere category, enjoy my deep shit writing *cries and runs away*

"You know I like you right?" You asked the question while Jungkook fiddled with the table cloth as he looked at you.

Your eyes eager for an answer.. several seconds felt like eternity. Were you already getting rejected? Jungkook's eyes flickered, a lump seemed to form in his throat, he didn't like the pain in your eyes.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I knew you like me but I'm afraid I can't say the same." Your heart broke at his words and Jungkook's heart broke at the site. But he knows well, he knows that he's the only one left you can turn to for comfort after getting turned down by your crush Jeong-hwan sitting next to Jungkook.

Earlier you've asked Jeong-hwan to meet up but didn't expect his best friend, Jungkook, who have become your close friend as well in the past few days to show up along with him.

The hot drinks that was for the three of you kept on the same table was getting cooler as it remained untouched.

"Um.. I understand." You said while shifting your focus to the drink.

"I'm grateful Y/N. I'll take my leave then." He said as he took his jacket off the chair and walked away.

Jungkook was still sitting there, waiting for you to say something.

This isn't right, you shouldn’t be so sad, it's not like you were turned down by him. "Y/N you wanna grab a drink?" You looked at him after hearing his offer, about to breakdown any moment.

You lightly and lazily nodded at the idea, it was already getting dark but you didn't mind going all blank tonight.

-

He drove you to a bar, an expensive bar. From now on he must treat you to the best things, best bar, best car, best house, best gifts and become the best boyfriend.

You both walked to the counter and he ordered you the best wine, strong enough. He looked at your face as you took a sip, "He shouldn't have led me on like this if he knew I liked him." Your tears threatening to spill.

Jungkook quickly held your nape and shifted himself closer for a hug, he felt his chest getting wet, you were crying he figured.

Ugh he hated it so much. "What an asshole." He murmured with anger. You sobbed, he was right.

You squeezed his shirt as your cries got louder which was muffled as you he squeezed you a bit more in his hug.

You finally broke the hug and looked at him, "Why are you here? You are his best friend. " You asked as you finally managed to gather your thoughts. He blinked.

Best friend? Never! It was a facade to get close to you, he likes to be the best, even if it meant to become the best friend of your crush and then threaten him in the best way possible to never lurk around you ever again.

He shook his head, "Not anymore after I saw his true colors."

You gulped, true colors he says? Then what were your colors? Why did it look like that his face was getting closer.. that too..for a.. kiss? And you were equally tempted to crash your lips in those.

What the fuck. You internally shook yourself, snap out of it Y/N!

"Y/N would you like to take a revenge on him?" He asked you, his eyes suddenly turning darker, he looked intimidating.

"Revenge?" You raised your eyebrows, you swear you hadn't had enough shots of that expensive wine still you found yourself getting high.

"Yes, baby." And it didn't take a second for him to lean and attach his lips to yours. You were drunk, it was a drunk move, your drunken tendencies kept wanting to get drunker, it kept wanting to keep kissing him because he made sure to give you the best kiss.

You both detached yourselves while panting for air, he leaned further down to kiss your exposed collarbone. A sensation of electricity ran down your spine. Lord he loved your reflexes so much, it turns him on like a maniac.

He lightly bit on your neck and you threw your head back, everything happening in public, in the bar but nobody really paid attention.

So what if nobody did? What was he doing? What were you doing?

You opened your eyes and looked across his shoulder, you spotted Jeong-hwan sitting at a corner looking at you both while a girl was sitting on top of his lap.

You looked at otherside and whispered to Jungkook, "Revenge you say? Alright I'm in."

Jungkook smirked, his devious plan worked so smoothly, for the best ofcourse.

For a long time he'd have rejected so many girls but the moment he saw you talk so confidently in front of your parents' company boss- his parents, he was so mesmerized by your aura that he knew you were his best girl and you both would be the best couple- the power couple!

"Sure enough baby!" And he knew that from today onwards you will never leave him because he's the best for you. He will prove it to you.

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Only You (1)

Word Count: 8,215 // Angst, Fluff

Photographer!Jungkook X Noona!Reader

Summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.  

“Noona, please don’t leave. I’m cold.”

Your attempts to slide off the queen-sized bed were futile as a strong arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you back towards the warm body it belonged to. Jungkook groaned into the crook of your neck, letting his lips rest on your warm skin.

“Kookie, I have to go to work.” You whisper, tugging at his arm.

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Love Me- Yandere Jungkook

Based off prompts:27“I wish you would just let me have you…”

30“Is it so hard to love me”

“Almost done, just stay still Jungkook.” You badgered as you finished up his makeup.

“I’m sorry. I just get so nervous around you.”

You laughed as he hopelessly flirted with you, like he did everyday.

“All done!” You said and proudly smiled.

You moved out of the way so he could look in the mirror.

“Woww, y/n. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

You rolled your eyes, “You say that every time Jungkook-ah.”

“Well I mean it. It looks so good.”

“Well thank you.” You blushed.

“How can I thank you?”

“You don’t need to. This is my job.”

“I know but…I want to. You’re always so nice to me and I…I think your beautiful.”

Here it is. Again.

Jungkook asked you out a few times a week and the answer was always no.

“You know we can’t. We’ll get in trouble. It’s very unprofessional.”

“But you want to right? You know. If we could.”

“I dunno. Maybe. I’ve never really seen you like that. I mean, I technically work for you.”

“So if you didn’t work here we could go out?”

You shrugged nervously, “I guess but I love working here.”

He sighed. “Okay.”

—————-

Two days later you walked out of the Human Resources office in tears.

You somehow got fired. You had done everything right, but apparently that wasn’t enough.

You quickly headed to the bathroom to cry privately.

You closed yourself in a stall before you heard someone come in.

“Y/n?” The person paused. “Y/n I saw you run in here. Are you alright?”

You quickly dried your tears before opening the door and running into Jungkook’s arms.

“I got fired. I don’t know what happened. I thought I was everything was fine.”

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

You pulled away from him and wiped some more tears.

“Y-you’re crying?” He asked surprised.

“Kook, I loved this job. So much.”

“I didn’t know you’d cry. It’s okay.” He handed you a tissue and you patted your face dry. “So…maybe, I can take you out tonight? You might feel better.”

You looked at him bewildered. “Jungkook I just got fired and you’re asking me on a date?”

“I just..I thought..”

“No Jungkook. I can’t believe you right now.”

He gritted his teeth, “I wish you would just let me have you…”

You shook your head in disbelief, “I’m gonna go.”

You pushed past him and exited the bathroom.

———-

You laid in your bed staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow you’d have to begin job hunting.

You racked your brain trying to figure out what you could have done to deserve this.

Then it hit you.

You remembered Jungkook’s words, “So if you didn’t work here we could go out?”

You shook your head, no. He wasn’t like that.

He was sweet and nice to you. Sure he liked you but it was just a little crush.

You rolled over and closed your eyes.

You woke up in the middle of the night when you felt your hair being tugged.

Your eyes shot open and you saw Jungkook stroking your hair.

He gave you a sad soft look. “I didn’t want to do it y/n. I know how happy you were there. All I wanted was you. Is it so hard for you to love me?” He smiled, “Look on the bright side, now you can always do my makeup.”

Gym - Yandere Jungkook

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Hey, can you write Jungkook yandere imagine where the reader likes to go to the gym which is obviously a place where there are a lot of guys and etc and she always wears like sports bra and etc?

This is a teeny bit smutty, sorry?

“Jagiya do you know where my-“ Jungkook spoke as he entered your shared bedroom.

You were lacing up your shoes and getting ready to go out. “Your what?” You ushered him to finish his question.

“Where are you going like that?” He asked through his teeth.

You finished with your laces and put your foot back on the ground and quickly moved on to putting your hair in a ponytail.

“The gym. I already told you.”

He looked you up and down. “You can’t go like that.”

You sighed and folded your arms becoming annoyed. “And why not Jeon Jungkook?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

You rolled your eyes, “There’s nothing wrong with my clothes.”

“If you can even call it that. You’re practically naked.”

“Im going to the gym. I’m going to be hot and sweaty. I’m not changing.”

“But…but they’ll be other guys there.” He weakly argued.

“So?”

“They’ll be looking at you. Thinking unpure things.”

You shrugged, “I’m not worried about them.”

“Well I am!”

“So why don’t you just come with me?” You sarcastically bit back.

“Maybe I will.”

“Fine.”

You grabbed your car keys and exited the apartment.

Jungkook could be a bit of a handful sometimes.

He was usually so soft and even submissive. He would do anything you asked of him just to make you happy.

But his possessiveness was something.

You reached the car when you heard Jungkook jog up behind you.

You guess he didn’t take your sarcasm will.

“I’ll drive noona. It’s safer that way.” He took the keys from you and helped you in the car.

———-

Once you reached the gym you took off your jacket which covered your crop top.

Jungkook sucked in a breath. “Everyone is looking noona.”

“So? Let them look.” You walked over seeing his sad little puppy eyes and kissed his cheek. “I’m all yours.”

He blushed.

You worked out from about 30 minutes before you noticed your boyfriend was gone.

You looked around for him.

Deciding to take a break to headed to the bathroom.

“I saw you looking you pervert.” Jungkook’s voice growled from the men’s bathroom. “I bet a guy like you wouldn’t even know what to do with her.” He laughed.

You heard a small scuffle and Jungkook exited the bathroom.

“Ah noona! I was coming to look for you. Are you ready to go?” He asked innocently.

You folded your arms, “Who were you talking to in there?”

“Oh. You heard that. I wanted you to stay out of it. But…that guy said some pretty awful things about you.”

Your eyes widened. “He did?”

He nodded, “I couldn’t let him get away with that.”

You smiled and pulled him into a hug, “Thank you Kookie. You’re my hero.”

Jungkook pulled away and smiled at you knowing he had gained more of your love and affection and all he had to do was tell a little lie.

Gone - Yandere Jungkook

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Hello!! Can I request Yandere!Jungkook coming home to an empty house and a goodbye note on the table? Thank you!

“Y/n baby?” Jungkook called as he entered the apartment.

He was met with a sickening silence.

Something was wrong.

Jungkook put the dinner he bought down on the table and was about to leave the kitchen when something caught his eye.

A gently folded piece of paper.

He picked it up while a knot formed in his stomach.

Jungkook,

As you’ve noticed I left. I can’t be with you anymore. I’ve lost who I become. You tried so hard to make me into the girl you want. I can’t be that. I can’t let you control me anymore. I’m not a doll. You dress me, feed me, play with me, punish me and don’t even allow me to have my own feelings. You keep me home like I’m in a box I’m not allowed to come out of. It’s too much. If you love me you’ll understand and let me be. Please Jungkook. Don’t come looking for me. I need to be myself again. I need to be happy again. I wish you all the best luck.

Y/N

Jungkook held the letter to his chest tightly as he felt the air thin out around him.

You left.

You left because of him.

Because he couldn’t ease up.

He was just looking out for you.

He knew how cruel and perverse the world could be and he wanted to spare you from that.

But you chose the world over him.

Now he had to teach you a lesson.

—————-

It’s been two days since you left Jungkook.

You had to admit you missed him at times but overall you know you made the right choice.

It was late as night and you were getting ready for bed when you heard a loud crash.

You quickly grabbed your phone and a bat you hid under your bed.

You slowly inched toward the door but before you could reach it, it flung open and a tall broad man in black stood there.

You screamed and flung the bat at him hitting his shoulder.

He yelled and cursed at you before he grabbed the bat and threw it across the room.

He slowly made his way over to you and roughly grabbed your shoulders and tossed you on the floor.

Before anything else could happen the man yelled again and fell to the ground.

Jungkook stood behind him wielding your discarded bat.

You jumped up and ran into Jungkook’s arms catching him off guard.

He quickly wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly.

“Kookie I’m so glad you’re here.” You cried into his chest.

“I’m sorry. I know you said not to find you but I just wanted to see if you were okay. I’m glad I came when I did.” He spoke in a soft worried voice.

You pulled away briefly looking him in the eyes. “I’m so sorry kookie. I should’ve listened to you. You were right about everything. I should’ve never left you.” You hugged him tightly again and continued to sob.

“It’s okay baby. I’m here now.” He smiled wickedly before looking at the man on the floor giving him a thumbs up. “Don’t worry baby. I’m taking you back home, where you’re safe.”

Too Bad - Yandere Jungkook

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“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” You bent over picking up the phone that fell when you bumped into the man in front of you.

He nervously laughed, “it’s okay.”

You stood back up and handed him the phone too nervous to look it. “I hope it isn’t damaged.”

You looked at the man in front of you.

He was cute. Like really cute.

His eyes widened a bit when he saw you. “It’s fine.” He shoved the phone into his pocket without even looking at it.

You giggled,“You’re- you’re not even gonna look at it?”

“No. It’s not what’s important.” He paused “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Oh, no. I’m okay. Thanks. It was my fault anyway.”

“No I think it was my fault.” He blushed.

“Let’s just agree to disagree.”

He nodded looking nervous.

“I should get going.” You broke the silence. “Sorry again. I hope your phone is okay. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah maybe.” He said sounding hopeful.

You smiled and walked off.

——————

It’s been two weeks since you bumped into that stranger on the street.

Ever since then you’ve been noticing things.

Every noon at work you’d receive a bouquet of red roses. No name but the card always said:

“You look beautiful today. You always do.”

It was sweet and thoughtful but after a while it became too much.

You wondered who it was but you doubt you’d find out soon.

You also noticed your daily coffee had always been paid for.

You assumed it was covered by your secret admirer.

You smiled at the thought as you got into the taxi and headed home.

Once you reached your apartment you put in the code and walked inside.

You placed the vase of flowers on table with the rest.

You slid off your heels and went to your bedroom.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw someone sitting on your bed.

They jumped up as soon as you entered the room.

“I-I’m sorry. You usually aren’t back this early.” They spoke as a thick dark hood covered their face.

“W-who are you?” You choked out.

“It’s me sweetheart.” The man slid his hood off. He looked familiar.

He smiled nervously bringing back a memory.

It was the guy you bumped into two weeks ago.

“Did you miss me?”

“How the Hell did you get into my house? How did you find me?”

“That isn’t important jagiya. What’s important is that you know now. You know how much I love you.”

“Get our now or I’m going to call the police.”

“What? How could you say such a thing?”

“Leave! Now!” You yelled frantically. “Jagi, please. Calm down. You’re thinking irrationally. It’s me Jungkook. Your boyfriend.”

“No I don’t know you and I’m tired of asking. I’m calling the police.” You turned to run to your phone when his arms wrapped around your waist and a wet cloth was placed over your mouth.

“I didn’t want it to have to be this way.” Was the last thing before everything went black.

—————

When you came to the lights were blinding and you squinted.

You tried to move but it was impossible.

You were tied to a chair.

Thick harsh tape covered your mouth.

You looked around for help.

“You’re up.” A voice spoke and Jungkook stepped into view. “I missed you. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

You’re eyes watered and tears spilled.

“Oh no. No. No. No. Don’t cry.”

He got closer and he removed the tape from your lips.

“Please. Let me go. I just want to go.” You pleaded.

“Go?” He took a step back as if he were hurt. “You want to leave me?”

“This isn’t right. I want to go home.”

“But I wanted to make you my pretty little doll. I want you to be all mine.”

“I don’t want that.” You sobbed unable to contain yourself.

“You’ll learn to love it.” He came closer and stooped down in front of you.

He raised his hand and slid it across your exposed upper thigh stroking it.

He gave you a wicked smile before opening his mouth. “You’re skin is so soft, too bad I’ll have to cut you up”

Even in Death | Jungkook x Reader (Haunted Mansion AU)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Borderline OT7)

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: 18+,Yandere, Ghost Bangtan, Stalking, Obsession, Mentions of Blood, Slight Gore, Fear, Non Consensual Kissing, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of A Dead Body, Serial Murders, Reincarnation, Heights, Poisoning, Lots of Attempted Murder, Mentions of Suicide

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: “Her face was exactly the same as yours, but her hair was styled appropriately for her era. But, what was most concerning was that you recognized the dress she was wearing in the portrait because it was the same one you were currently wearing. You could feel your skin crawl as you came to that realization, he had put you in his dead fiancé’s clothes. “

A/N: Surprise, Happy Early Halloween! My internet disconnected while I was trying to upload this so I am thoroughly irritated hehe. Well, I do hope you enjoy this fic, it is based off of one of my favorite spooky season movies! As per usual, this is slightly edited but will be fully edited tomorrow my dears. I look forward to seeing you in the comments and my inbox 💜🎃🔮

It was exceptionally cold for October. 

The leaves that were crisp colors of burgundy and orange were desperately clinging to the tree branches as the rain pounded them in unforgiving torrents. It was gloomy and had you been at home nestled under your favorite blanket with a hot drink, you would have loved it. But instead, you were in your car driving for hours at a time to make it back home. 

You had gotten a call that your brother was in the hospital, and as you were his only living family member, you had to make it there to see him. 

And, to make matters worse, the asphalt of the roads was steadily being drowned in rapidly increasing inches of water, making them look like murky, black, winding rivers. You had seen enough videos online to know that if the water got too high, you were going to be screwed. The last thing you needed was for it to travel through your exhaust pipe and stall your car. Then it would be game over and you would be effectively trapped in a natural disaster. 

The windshield wipers were sliding frantically from side to side and even though you had them set to the fastest speed, you were still driving blind. 

You knew that you were only halfway home, you still had hours more to travel. But with the way this storm was acting you were certain you weren’t going to be able to make it home that day. So, reluctantly, you knew that you had to search for somewhere to seek shelter and you had to be quick about it. 

You knew of one place. 

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The Reaper | Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Yandere Mercenary Jungkook x  Reader 

Word Count: 14.6k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Lots of Blood, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jungkook), Mild Smut, Dub-Con, Cunnilingus, Decapitation, Throats are Slit, Wolf Attacks 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: “With your skirts drawn up over your thighs, the skin raised with goosebumps from the cool spring air, his hand retreated only to return with what looked like a stamp but where the rubber should have been, there were instead tiny needles all coated with bright red ink. Before you could begin to squirm again he quickly pressed it against the side of your thigh pulling a pained cry from your throat.

When he removed the faux stamp beads of blood rose to the surface of your skin, blending with the red ink that has been left behind. But the image imprinted on your skin was clear as day, a symbol your town had come to associate with fear: a skull pierced by a sword and ensnared by a snake. It was the mark of the reaper. 

You had been marked for death.” 

A/N: Here I am at almost three in the morning again lol. This is super UNEDITED but I will edit it tomorrow so please bear with me when it comes to any grammatical errors. I HUSTLED to get this done before classes start Monday so hopefully the quality did not suffer. This also ended up being 4-6k longer than intended. Very on brand. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments, love you 💜💜💜

It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but your stomach was twisted in knots. 

You were one of the lucky ones, at least that was what your father had told you when he excitedly grabbed hold of your hands with a winning smile. 

“A diamond in the rough,” He had whispered in awe, “How lucky I am to have had such a beautiful daughter born out of this village.” 

It is true that none of us have a say as to what family we are born into, and that couldn’t be any more true for you. You were born into a poor family in a dilapidated village in the woods, you had been destined to live a destitute life like everyone else who had come before you. But you were happy. You enjoyed your spring days running barefoot through the Brooke, the lingering heat of summer nights beneath the stars, the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot, and the bite of cold winter wind against your cheeks. You adored the simplicity of the only life you had ever known and you never wanted for more. 

But oftentimes, parents desired more for their children, more than they ever had. And that was why your father had jumped at the chance to marry you off to a visiting lord. 

Had you not entered the forest that day to forage, maybe you would not have ended up in this situation. But you had so there was no point in dwelling on the alternate possibilities of what could have come to pass rather than what actually had. 

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the crimson shell

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 1.9k — warnings: mild stalking, near drowning, mentions of eating humans — notes: just wanted to contribute something to mermay! this is also my first time attempting to do anything in the realms of yandere (and mermaids!), so pls be nice lol. in this universe everyone is referred to as a mermaid, no matter what gender they are. this will most likely be a two or three part series with jk growing more and more obsessed as he gets y/n into his scaly clutches :)

Part I / II / III / IIII

— summary: you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

You inhale deeply, enjoying the salty smell that so uniquely belongs to the ocean. The last rays of sun are slowly disappearing behind the horizon, painting the skies and the waves in hues of deep pink and purple. You’re going to miss this view.

You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse sand as you let the gentle breeze caress your face. You’ve been looking forward to this for years, but now that your departure is so imminent, it feels more scary than liberating. The time has come to finally leave your home behind, and you feel a pang of regret as you realize you might not see your friends or family for a very long time to come.

Years of saving up your measly paychecks have finally paid off, and you’re setting sail for an island you’ve been hearing constant murmurs about for the last few months. Originally, you were only going to travel to the next kingdom over, hoping to find more suitable work there to help your parents stay afloat. But the talk of the mystery island abundant with riches piped your interest more than you would like to admit – and you’ve never been one to shy away from adventure.

However, you weren’t stupid enough to just blindly trust the rumours milling around your little town. In fact, you wholeheartedly believed it to be a scam until a familiar face suddenly turned up in the town square only a few weeks ago.

You hadn’t seen Jimin ever since he set sail for the unknown six months ago; and so everyone, including yourself, had presumed that your talkative neighbour had met an ill fate, and was floating at the bottom of the sea. You realized you couldn’t have been more wrong when Jimin returned with riches you never expected you would ever lay eyes on, his whole body adorned with various diamonds and gold chains.

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Jungkook filled the last bit of whiskey in his glass and gulped it down. Tears flowed down his eyes of how much he drank. He sniffed and picked up his phone. Two in the morning it showed, he opened his contact list and dialled a number. It rang a few times “please leave your message on the phone.”

He sighed and called again. It rang five times before you picked it up. “Hello?” A fresh set of tears fell from his eyes, “Jungkook?” He sniffed and gulped the lumps in his throat. “Y/n…” he hears you sigh, “it’s two in the morning, why did you call?!” Your voice was less grumpy now.

“I just…” he sniffed, “I just wanted to hear your voice.” He mumbled as you sighed, sitting on your bed. “We have broken up a long time ago—“ “it’s been only two weeks.” You went silent, “it is a long time.” You said, looking down at your lap, you blinked off your tears before they could even form.

“No it’s not. It’s not a long time for me, y/n. Your thoughts fuck me up, you..you don’t leave my head.” You don’t say anything and stare at the screen. “I feel awful, and I’m-I’m really sorry. It’s not what I meant.” You chuckled, this time you let the tears form. “You cheated. you cheated on me, Jungkook. With one of your model friends. I can’t even trust you anymore.”

Jungkook wiped his tears, “I was..drunk. I’m-“ “and you’re still drunk, aren’t you?” He says nothing. “If it’s hard for you to move on, it’s as hard for me as well. I left everything behind for you, I left my hometown to be with you. I…I can’t do it any more.” Jungkook gulped the lump in his throat, “I’m trying to repent my mistakes here, please hear me out.”

You inhale and sighed, “just how many times should I hear you? You’re too late now, it’s been two weeks and…you…” you hear sniffing through the phone, “you won’t…ever need me again? Ever? I get these spiralling thoughts that you hate me…I just…I just want you to know I’m really hurt for what I did while I was not in my senses.”

He sniffed, “I want to assure you I won’t do it again to you or anyone.” A tear fell from your eyes, the way his voice weakens and shakes, the sighs he takes to collect the courage in his chest to speak. “Good. Now sleep.” You said and hung up, clutching your blanket close to your chest.

You sniff and wipe your fresh warm tears. “Why don’t he realise it hurts me as well?” You questioned yourself, the loneliness that creaked your heart, the hurt he formed in your stomach, the betrayal that took your breath away, his apology doesn’t heal all of that. It took you two weeks, two weeks to start getting rid of his thoughts, but it took him five minutes to hurt you once again.

Jungkook wiped his tears and threw his phone away. He’s not Mad at you, he’s mad at himself. “Why do I have to be such a jerk?” He says and gets up from his dining table and walks to his bed, he sat there, in his own drunkenness for a long time. He wonders, if he had more control over his body, what could’ve been.

His apartment feels awfully haunting and empty. The messed up closet, some of his shirts you used to wear. The dressing area, every Saturday you’d force him to apply a mask to take care of his skin. The kitchen, where you used to sit and watch him cook. The balcony, where you’d stand for hours with him hugging you.

The living room where you’d dance with him, binge watch movies and smear chocolates on each other’s faces. The lounge where you’d read a book in a quiet atmosphere. Everything reminds him of you, it’s like his soul is attached to these small things and he can’t get rid of them.

He laid his head on the blue pillow, the right side of his bed is empty, clean, lost of the warmth. He took your side of the pillow and hugged it close, your vague scent still lingering on it. How he terribly wished for everything to get back on how it was. How he wishes he never went to that party, how he wishes you’d be here with him, in his arms, sleeping soundly.

But it always stayed just as wished, a part of his delusion thoughts. You were in fact gone, and you’d never return.

A/n: a last minute Jungkook day post.

Through the Stars | idol!jungkook one-shot au

→ pairing: idol!jungkook x idol!reader  → genre: idol au → warnings: reader is always nervous when jk is around → word count: 15.1k

summary:  Every fan’s dream is for their idol to notice them therefore you had a sole reason when you entered the music industry. For Jeongguk to hear your music.

Disclaimer: I do not have enough knowledge in the music industry so if I made a mistake, I’m vv sorry!

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Who is in control?

pairing: jk x reader

genre: drabble au

summary: after having an argument with your boyfriend, he's anxious that you weren’t responding to his messages and the only thing that he can do is visit you in your university but you weren’t happy about it

content & warnings: toxic relationship, unhealthy behavior, possessive jk, stalking, manipulative behavior, lots of arguments, yandere-ish, college reader, son of the univ president & lawyer jk, secret relationship word count: 2.4k

Jungkook is anxious while waiting for you outside your room. He’s walking back and front while biting his nails and he can’t stop looking at the time every damn minute. He hasn’t heard from you since yesterday during lunch time and he can’t stop thinking the worst thing possible. When he gets tired, he just rests his back on the railings in front of the door you’re in as he bites the inside of his right cheeks. And when the door opens, he gets alerted and waits as you appear in front of him but when he doesn’t see you coming out, he gets more anxious.

“Is y/n inside?” He asked one of the students who came out.

“Yes, she’s inside.” A huge relief filled him when he heard that. He was so focused on waiting for you that he didn’t notice that people were staring.

“Isn’t that Jeon Jungkook?”

“Who?”

“The son of the president of the school.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know.”

As you step out of the room, the first thing you see is Jungkook standing meters away from you. He looked at you like he’s been longing for you for years already. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips were frowning and his eyes were pleading as he looked at you.

“Y/N!” He called and it caught some student’s attention. You immediately pulled his hands as you almost ran away from the crowd.

Getting caught with Jungkook is the least you expected to happen today. You might sound overreacting but you cannot risk it.

Jeon Jungkook, the son of the University’s President Jeon Byun Bin. One of the elite families in Seoul, South Korea. The last thing you want to happen is being associated with him. You were so careful with every move and decisions you make because reputation is consequential to you. You’re one of the scholars of this University and you wouldn’t want to take that away from you. Disappointing your family isn’t in your plan.

“Baby, wait! What’s with the rush?” He asks you while you’re pulling him at the back of your building and when you’re sure that no one’s around, you stop and face him with so much worry.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“You weren’t replying to my messages! I was so fucking worried I don’t even know what to do anymore!” He immediately closes the distance between the both of you as he hugs you. However, before he can even feel your warmth, you immediately distance yourself which he didn’t like.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I won’t be demanding from now on. I won’t nag you whenever you’re busy and I’ll try to be more understanding with your situation. I promise, I’ll be better. Just please forgive me!” He got both of your hands as he kissed them. You immediately pulled away. You were too agitated with the whole situation to even consider Jungkook’s feelings. You can’t stop looking around because people might see you with him. And of course, Jungkook noticed. As he saw more of your anxiousness, he felt like his heart was getting stabbed.

“Let’s fix this inside your car, okay?” You said as you looked around. Jungkook was staring at you because you looked uneasy while you’re with him. He knows the situation of the both of you yet he feels something is wrong. Why are you so scared? It seems like you’re hiding from someone. His heartbeat suddenly increased. No, it cannot be.

“No.” He firmly said. “Are you hiding from someone?” You suddenly looked at him with confusion.

“What the hell? Of course we’re hiding from everyone! Let’s go, Jungkook!” You passed through him but before you even walked away, he pulled your arm.

“Baby, I don’t wanna hide anymore!” Your blood suddenly went up when he said that. You don’t understand what’s with him. You don’t even understand why he’s here in the first place.

“What the fuck? Are you being crazy right now?” You pulled your arm from his grip.

“Yes I am! I’m going fucking insane right now because you’re making me feel that you’re cheating with me for fuck sake!”

Jungkook’s been feeling this ever since but this is the only time he has said it out loud. He doesn’t even like the idea of hiding the relationship of the both of you yet he complied because you wanted it. He tried to understand the whole situation of the both of you even though in the first place he doesn’t give a fuck. He doesn’t give a fuck about what the people say because he can literally kick the hell out if them in this goddamn university since he got the power to do so yet he chose not to. He chose to respect your decisions.

“What are you talking about? Haven't we already talked about this? We literally cannot be seen together, Kook! People will be suspicious!”

“For what? For just talking to you? You’re being paranoid!” He lashed out. You were startled and the only thing you did is stare at him until you realized you’re so fucking done with the whole situation. You didn’t say a single word when you turned around and started to walk. Jungkook suddenly panicked when you walked away. He immediately grabbed your hand which you pulled away.

“Y/N baby, I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.” From his growling voice, he immediately sounded like a kitten regretting what he said. He followed you but you weren’t stopping.

“Baby please, I’m sorry. Let’s talk about this properly. I didn’t mean to lash out.” He cannot fucked this up once again. You haven’t forgiven him from what he did yesterday and yet he created another mess. Jungkook is literally fucked up.

“You should leave.” You said while walking away.

“No, please baby. Let’s talk. I’m sorry.” His voice is getting softer and softer and he follows you. While you were walking, you saw a bunch of students ahead of you. You immediately walked backward to hide from them and pushed Jungkook away from you.

“Y/N, I won’t leave until we’ve fixed this.” He said while both of you were standing behind the tree. You looked at him as you rolled your eyes. He was about to caress your face but you blocked his hands.

“Fine! I’ll wait for you in the car.” You said as you walked away going to his usual parking lot.

There are a lot of things running in Jungkook’s head as you leave. Were you really hiding from someone? No, not from everyone; from a specific person. Are you really doing that? No, you can’t be. He made sure that no men will ever fucking touch you. He made sure of that. But why does he feel like the opposite? Why does he feel like you’re hiding something? Or is he just overthinking? He’d kill Jimin if he ever slipped anything.

Once Jungkook is inside the car, he’s all over you. He didn't waste any seconds as he immediately pulled your head and he pressed his lips on yours. “I fucking missed you.” He spoke in between his kisses and you opened your mouth to let him in. His right hand is at your back to support you while his left hand is pressing your head into him. While you’re both having your desperate kisses, Jungkook’s hands travel inside of your shirt but before he does something, you stop him.

“Baby why? I missed you so fucking much.” He whines as he tried to kiss you again but you pulled out.

“I didn’t come here to make out, Jungkook.” You said trying to avoid his kisses. As much as you love to make out with him in the car, this is not the right time.

“I’m sorry.” Is the only thing that he said before he sat properly. Silence fills both of you and you take the time to fix yourself while Jungkook’s been playing with his lips wanting more of your kisses.

“What are you doing in front of the lecture room? Seriously? Didn’t we talk about this?” You started.

“You weren’t replying to my texts and calls! I was so worried sick, Y/N!” After the argument yesterday, you choose to ignore him because you were so fucking pissed. He’s been demanding you to give him your time even though it’s not possible since it’s your exam week. He’s been accusing you for not even giving him enough time and you thought it was bullshit. You cannot let Jungkook be part of your stress while you’re stressing over your exams. You purposely ignored him but you realized, you shouldn’t because of the outcome.

“You should have waited until my class ended.” You rolled your eyes.

“I can’t babe. It’s making me anxious.” Obviously, that’s what he really felt. In his defense, this is actually the first time you both argue without fixing it immediately. You do want to fix it immediately but the argument was too long and you cannot waste any more hours arguing because you haven’t started studying. You realized that you cannot blame him since it was the first time but waiting for you in front of your class is a risky move. You didn’t want to get caught because if ever, you’re doomed.

“Can’t we just let them find out that we’re together?” Jungkook asked in the middle of the silence. You frowned as you looked at him and immediately shook your head.

“Are you insane? We cannot! Do you want me to get in trouble?” You massage your temple because he’s becoming so unbelievable.

“That’s easy to fix–

“No, kook! What will the people say? Judge me because I’m with you?!”

Imagine yourself being with him around the campus. People will fucking stare and create some bullshit issues. He may not always be around the campus because his job isn’t associated with the University but they know him. With his looks and popularity, of course, people know him so fucking much.

“Isn’t it the truth?! Baby, you’re not going to get expelled when they find out that we’re together!”

You really can’t believe that you’re both arguing about this topic because ever since you both decided to have a relationship, you already made it clear that you don’t want people to know about the both of you.

If that's what you wanted, the opposite is what he wants. He wants to let everyone know that both of you are together. He wants to touch you even in your sensitive part even if there's people looking. He doesn't give a fuck if people will see the both of you making out in the public. He wants to let the world know that he owns you.

“But they will say a lot of bullshit against me! Don’t you understand that?!”

Your reputation in this University isn’t much what is usually expected. People know you for being a studious and intimidating person. You are part of the organization of the University because they are expecting you to participate and finding out that you’re dating the famous Jeon Jungkook won’t sit well with your reputation especially when people nowadays who love to create bullshit dramas.

When he discovers that it's what you want, he finds it absurd. You sound so pathetic and shallow but he doesn't let you know that. For this relationship to work, he will make you think that you're the one in control. But you're getting out of hand and he has to do something about it.

“Babe I’m sorry but I cannot stand the fact that people are thinking that you’re not in relationship and basically hitting on you–

“Can’t you fucking trust me?!”

“I trust you but I don’t trust them! Fuck! It’s driving me insane!”

You thought that Jungkook’s life revolved around his cases as a lawyer but you were wrong. His world is you. In every decision he makes, it’s always connected to you. In every plan he creates, you are always involved. And he also made sure that your decisions, plans, and situations are according to what he wants. That’s why he will always keep an eye on you. He may not be around you when you’re in this goddamn place, but he made sure that he has someone to look on you. He won’t let anything happen that will oppose what he wants.

“I cannot endure anymore when men are eye-fucking you! I’ve got so much fucking control on not punching them! God knows how I want to use all my fucking power to get them hell out of this fucking University!”

Of course, his little eyes reported every shit decision and actions you made. Jimin did a great job in observing you. As the moment Jungkook found out that you’ve been telling everyone that you weren’t in a relationship and you were getting close with those fucking bastards who’s basically eye-fucking you, he stop considering your stupid excuses.

He won’t allow you to drift away from him. The perfect solution for it is to prevent it from happening.

“Will you consider me this time?”

As much as possible, he doesn't want to control you. He wants to let you decide what you want and he provides what you need. In this relationship, you're the boss. The only time that Jungkook will interfere is when he doesn’t like what's happening. And it's happening right now. You were the boss but he owns you.

He caressed your left cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. He was staring at your soul and he knew damn well that you do not like what he wants. But you don't have a choice.

"I swear that I'll kill everyone who will harm you in any way, baby. I will not let anything bad happen to you." He kissed your forehead after he said that and you looked away. He know for sure that you walked into his own trap.

Seat of Power | jungkook political au 04

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

summary: in the world full of power and greed, there are people who seek freedom and peace. While the two rival families are fighting for different purposes, it’s their son and daughter fighting for what they desire. You already buried the memories that happened that night while he already tattooed it on his mind. You’ve forgotten them while he’s doing everything in his power to make it happen again. 

chapter summary: after you successfully escape in Jungkook’s territory, you are now in the care of the Choi family that helps you with your situation. Everything is now in favor of what you want until it’s not. You thought that you finally saw the light at the end of the road but it was a thunder that would consume you alive. 

chapter warnings: Jungkook breaking down, yandere tendencies, unstable mental health, Jungkook’s men breaking in the house, Y/N is physically and mentally unstable, brief smut (if there is more and not included, please do mention it. ty!) word count: 8.5k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this book are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

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Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, toxic & manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career. word count: 12.9K

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disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in here are all fictional and all are part of my imagination.

a/n: to the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

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Hellbound⇢demon!jjk [E]

⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Demon JJK x female y/n ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, supernatural ⇢Word count: 14.5k ⇢Warnings: profanity, heavy dubcon, virgin y/n, descriptions of painful sex, crying, oral, dirty talk, biting, licking, fingering, abundance of cum, jealousy, ok jk gets kinda soft for her cuz he luvs her, kinda ends on a cockblock enjoy

A/N: An rp with apple anon, turned into a 14k beast despite not being finished. It’s the same lovely anon that wrote Unsullied with me, and I love how unrestricted our stories are. This is unfinished because I had a rough time, but I wanted to still post this and keep it documented. Enjoy, don’t read this if you’re sensitive to dubcon and rough themes. xo

[22 years ago.]

“I’ll do it.” Your mother said to the smirking demon in front of her.

“I swear to give you my first-born daughter on her 21st birthday.”

And thus, sealed your fate before you were even born.

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