Funny Love

Funny Love

Genres• Comedy and Fluffy marshmallows

Duos•Garu! Jungkook x Chubby Pucca! Reader

Odd? Yes, I know but since I’m on a Pucca bench watching spree. A cute idea popped up in my head while remembering the legendary pigtails Jungkook- You know before he turned 23 and started showing off his tits.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Mwah! Hehe!”

“Auh!”

Kim Jungkook, A twenty-three year old man who is a native of Busan, South Korea, lives in the big house on the hill along with his older brothers, Kim Seokjin, Kim Yoongi, Kim Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Kim Taehyung, and Kim Jimin.

I know that's not all their last names; I'm doing it for the story.

Oof, That's a lot of boys in one world; just think of the chaos.

It's a mystery how you got addicted to him. Still, it was possibly something along the lines of looking into those big doughy eyes of him, staring at his large inked hands trailing up his forearms to biceps and god knows what other parts of him or his fluffy hair-take your pick honestly.

If it isn't clear enough, Yn loves her some Jungkook; oh, come on, if you saw how cute he is, you would want to smother him in a thousand kisses too but don't let the cuteness and baggy clothes fool you.

He's beefy.

One time, He was in an awful hurry, and Yn being Yn, wanted to indulge herself in a daily dose of Jungkook but not having the time or patient for her tomfoolery.

Doing a hundred miles per hour, Jungkook sped down the sidewalk performing excellent parkour service.

”Kookie!”

” Yn!?” Jungkook’s shoes left skid marks from his need to do an emergency stop. ”Why would you stop right in front of me? I could have ran you over. ”

Yn gave a casual giggle, enjoying the reddish-pink spread across Jungkook's cheeks and nose. ”Kookie, I-”

”I’m sorry, Yn, but I don't have the time today-So, please-”

Yn ’eeped.’ Jungkook kindly lifted her up and out of his way, setting her on one of the outside dining areas of the cafe.

”But I made you lunch-”

Jungkook froze happily, jogging backward to Yn. ” Ok, Maybe I have a little time.”

As of right now, Jungkook sprints to the safety of his home, slamming the front door shut behind him and securing the locks. He threw his back against the door, sighing in relief.

“Ha-Ha,” Jungkook chuckled. “Good. ”

“Kookieeeee!!”

“Ah!” He let out a faint shout remotely similar to Homer Simpson's but spin around only to find out it's just Jin hyung and the rest of the giggling school girls gang watching from the Kitchen Island.

Kookie Jungkook's jaw stiffens. “Not funny at all.”

Jimin let an “Oof.” then a hearty laugh at Jungkook’s pale skin concealed in red lipstick. “I see she got the best of you again.”

“She's short. How did she manage to reach your forehead?” Hoseok asked.

Taehyung smirked, “At least Jungkook doesn't discriminate women by their size. ”

“You've seen her? ” Yoongi raised his brow.

Namjoon added his two cents. “Yep. Tae and I went into town for groceries, and she asked what Jungkook's favorite desserts were. She’s short and very curvy.”

“Oooo, Jungkook,” They teased.

In response, Jungkook rolled his eyes and headed to his room to end another stressful day.

Mrs. Jeon Vol 4

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's• RomCom, Comedy, and Foul language.

Duos• Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Vol 1, 2, 3, 4,

Aaaand back at the starting point, all on my lonesome in an unfamiliar room; During the brawl Oldest Vs. Youngest, Namjoon decided a lady shouldn’t see this much violence and carried me back upstairs, but this time to a different room entirely.

“I’m sorry, they're not usually like this, I promise- Hyung, let go of Koo’s neck!.”

Moments like this are the reason why I'm proud to be the only child. This room has to be Jungkook’s. His characteristics are oozing out of wallpaper, from the unfinished Japanese theme art of a beautiful half-naked woman to the American 70’s roll and rock posters and the messy music notes scattered across the room.

Funny, music notes but no instruments.

I didn't realize Kook was head over heels for music until now. Well, since I'm here, I should clean up a bit- dirty laundry in the hamper and coats belong in the WALK-IN CLOSET?! Holy, mother of clothes, There's every brand in here. Gucci, Prada, Louis, Calvin Klein; You name it; it's in this closet.

Do I dare look at the price tag swinging off one of his sweater's sleeves? I dare! Oh my god- I wait, it's not that much, twenty-five dollars isn't that bad. However, my heart dropped, discovering my thumb was covering up the rest.

I don’t need a calculator to tell me his closet cost more than my well being. How could he afford luxury goods to this extent? I would understand one or two expensive things like I have a pair of diamond studs I wear that my grandmother gifted me for my eighteenth birthday but, his collection is on a different level entirely. He has a personalized Rolex encrusted with purple diamonds and his signature ‘JJK’ engraved on the dial.

Thinking about it, when dating Jungkook, money was no object, and on the flight here, I tried to make an excuse involving me not wanting to seem like a gold digger, but he gave a soft grin in response.

A private jet, big brand name clothing, real jewelry, and a beautiful beachside home, yet he hasn't spoken a word about his occupation-Dear god, Y-You don't think Jungkook could be..Gulps in some type of Korean mafia, do you?! With his cute demeanor and doll-like features, nobody would be none the wiser.

My mother was right. Men are nothing but trouble. If I had taken my aunt's advice and became a nun, this mess wouldn't have happened.

But the topic neither here nor there, right now, The issue is who in god’s name did I marry? Oh, What’s this? A darling shimmering french rose present stole my attention, as well as a neon purple postage note taped on the end of the ribbon, labeled “ To My Carrot.”

I guess that’s me. I pinched the ribbon and tugged at it but froze when an epiphany hit me; the box is rather heavy. What if the pretty decoration is a cover-up to mask the insidious evil within. WHAT IF it’s a severed head of a well-known mafia boss who was foolish enough to move on Jungkook’s turf, and it’s some kind of barbaric tradition to give your loved one their nemesis.

Only one way to find out, I attempted to keep my quaking hand steady as I unraveled the ribbon, but when coming to lifting the top, I got ahead of myself and let out a blood-curdling scream while falling back on the bed.

A series of heavy footsteps paraded upstairs. The sound resembles the rumble of thunder. The brother's crowded the door frame, shocking no Jungkook to be found. They bombarded me like I was their baby sister who came home from school in tears.

“ You ok? “ Taehyung coddled me and stayed at my side. “ Is it your ankle again?!”

I opened my mouth, but Jimmie interrupted me. “ Did Jungkook’s taste in room design scare you?” He coos, snuggling my other side.

“ Oi! Give her some air! “ Mr.Jin snatched up the youngest by their collars, dragging them away from my side and back to the door frame. “We’re sorry for running in, but we just wanted to make sure you alright.”

They were so worried about a stranger? That's sweet. “ No, I'm sorry for the scare. I'm just fine-”

“ Kitten! “

Last but not least, Jungkook stumbled in, nearly knocking over his brothers to stampede into my arms. Before I utter a sound from my lips, He tucked me close to his chest. He smells so sweet but feels hard due to him working out for fun and has the scent of warm honey.

I could just melt. Jungkook pulled away but kept hold of my hands. Hands so large, pink pretty-and TATTOOS!? When did he!? This confirms everything! The tattoos symbol the way of the mafia and the blood they mercilessly spill.

“ Don’t touch me!” I threw his hands aside, taking cover behind the closet door. “ How could do such a disgusting thing, you-you murderer!!? Prison would be a paradise for a devil-like you.”

“Babe, The fur is not real.”

Fur? What fur?

Kook held up a lingerie robe laced with fur along the bottom and sleeves from the box, No blood, No dismembered body part insight. Jungkook whined. “ The hair is fake l, I thought you would like it better that way, but you look like you seen a dead body.”

“I don’t want anything you bought with your blood money.”

Narrative’s Pov

“Blood?”

“Money?”

The return of the questions. The brothers held their heads in a slight tilt while the little lady went on about Jungkook imaginary gangsta background. In reality, the closest Jungkook got into any physical activity is in his boxing and martial art classes. Such a false acquisition made them double over in tears of laughter, even Jungkook.

Namjoon being the leader, took the responsibility to explain their wealth and occupation through pictures and videos. “ BTS is our band name; We are well known internationally.”

But by Yn blank expression, that may not be true. “ Never heard of you.”

Drunken Thoughts

Summary-Poor Yoongi stumbles into your cafe in the middle of the night in search of comfort.

100% Drabble energy!

Pairing-Drunk! Min Yoongi x Waitress! Reader

Genres-Idols Au, Angst ,Comfort, and Fluff

Enjoy!

“ Thank you so much. Have a goodnight.”

You’ve never been so glad to say goodbye to this endless day of hardship; the sight of the ‘open’ lights flashing off made a single tear stream down your cheek.

“Thank you, God.” You whispered into the empty diner atmosphere.

Just when you were about to loosen the strings on your apron, those godforsaken chimes that alert the cafe a customer is waiting, but this can’t be the sign is off.

“ Get Out!” is what you wanted to say, but instead, you kindly turned towards the door and kindly smiled even if it’s painful. “ I’m sorry, but we are closed- “

You were expecting an annoying customer but welcomed by an ombre hair man with sweat on his brow and troubled eyes.

”Damnit-! Fuckin writa block!”

The man stumbled forward, falling into your arms, allowing you to get a good whiff of the pungent alcoholic stench oozing out his pores.

”Sir-You're dropping your papers.” You managed to drag his soaked body to one of the booths. Oh no, It’s raining! The man’s papers were scattered about the street. You couldn’t believe your fishing papers in the rain for some stranger.

Drenching wet, You locked the cafe doors and huffed. “Hey, I tried to save your papers-but I could only get a few of them-“

The man sniffled. Was he crying? “It doesn’t matter anyway?” His deep raspy voice sent chills up and deep your spine. The look in his eyes when they met yours was heartbreaking. “It will never good”.

He banged his fist on the table repeatedly until you caught it midway.

“I’m not good enough!” His tears streamed down his chubby cherry cheeks. “ I drink and drink usually it helps but this time nothing!”

“Maybe you're overthinking this um?”

“Yoongi”

“Yoongi,” You smiled, liking the ring of his name in your head, settling beside the poor kitten you handle his larger hand in yours this sweet gesture earned you some eye contact.

It's time to stand on the soapbox.

“ Yoongi, Don’t you think you're being a little hard on yourself-“

“Music is all I have-I-I can’t afford writer’s block.”

Oh god, It’s taking everything out to pinch those chubby cheeks and give him all the kisses in the world even though you just met him.

“ Just because you have writer’s block doesn’t mean you lost your feel for music. Based on all the papers I picked up I say you’re amazing-You’re just..just carrying the world on your shoulders when you can’t lift something that heavy. Think light and it will come to you.”

That night Yoongi spent with you, speaking his mind and enjoying the warmth of your comfort. I hope you realize you have a customer for life.

He’s-His..The Fit! The mini ponytail. I won’t make it lord!

jungkook at “on” mama dance practice for anon

Boys With Luv 

♡ Summary ♡  I can’t explain it but it involves these two lovely boys and explicit content. 

♡ Pairing ♡ Park Jimin x Reader x Kim Taehyung 

♡  Genres ♡  Non! Idol Au, Cheating, Nsfw, and Swearing

You'll go bankrupt if you keep this sinful swindle up, not only that, but the poor young lad is starting to mirror the actions of a lovesick puppy. He'll whine if you don't kiss him goodbye. If you say " Come," he arrives at your feet before you could finish the last syllable, and he's even willing to lose his job for you. 

Honey, All you desired was a quick fling to cope with the death of your late husband. You didn't expect him to come back with anything else other than your packages. The terrifying thing is your starting to adore the naive boy; you even gave him a pet name, Jimmie, 

The lovely flowers and presents he bestowed made your heartthrob and can't help the urge to smother his pale Ivory skin in your lipstick. 

Ding Dong

Speak of the wide-eyed angel; He's here two hours in advance. "You're early." The silk kimono lazed off your naked shoulders. "Do you have my packages?"

You leaned off the entrance walking off to the kitchen. The puppy happily followed with a pep in his step. " Of course, " He answered immediately while closing the door and placing his shoes by the door.

" Good Boy." You purred lightly on the fluffy of his ebony locks. ”Jimmie?”

“ Yes, Darling.” Jimin’s big doughy eyes regularly shimmered and twinkled brighter when speaking to you. “ What’s wrong?”

You're a great actress. Honestly, it must’ve been written in stone, laying down on the couch in a dramatic pose as if an excessive burden weighed on your thoughts.  

” Oh, it's nothing, my little Jimmie,” You faked a sniffle or two and brushed a dry tear off your eye. ”It’s just-you’ve been so busy, and it's so lonely in this big house of mine.” You hiccuped. 

Like clockwork, Jimin fell for those batted lashes and silky voice, feeling terrible about bringing a tear to his darling’s eyes. A single tear run down his cheek. Jimin felt awful. How could he choose work over the one he admires?!

Jimin kissed her forehead and asking for forgiveness. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Well, I do have a few suggestions, Jimmie-May I” You straddled his lap before he could answer. “ A few kisses for these cute plushy lips should do the trick-”

Jimin’s lips attacking your sweet spot left you breathless-that until the doorbell rang. 

“Mm-Don’t answer it,” He grumbled between the pepper kisses, tightening his grip on your hips. 

“Now, Now, Don’t be rude, go upstairs, and I’ll be right there.” 

The boy obeyed like he was told; Jimmie was never the type of puppy to bark back, at least not on her watch. Adjusting the kimono’s shoulders to show a little more skin, no reason to it; it’s just a part of your flirtatious personality. 

“ Hell-O? Tae? Hun-Hunny, Long time no see” You began to thoroughly eye his beauty; nothing has changed just as handsome as ever. 

Kim Taehyung at the time age 20, Another one of your victims whose heart you’ve drained dry; the last time you saw him, you left weeping him on his front door after claiming the relationship was lacking love. The very next day, a cutie by the day of Park Jimin showed up, and well, there’s no use crying over spilt milk. 

“ I missed you, y/n.” Tae held your waist to bring you in close, placing the bridge of his nose in your neck’s crock, relishing in your heavenly perfume. “ God, I missed you so much.” 

Tae was the only sinful bastard that almost had you pegged. Almost. 

You moaned and gasped at the harsh kisses he littered at the peck of your mounds; you raked your fingers through Tae’s chocolate curls, gripping slightly at his roots and taking this small gesture as a means to continue he dipped you lacing your leg around his hip. 

The sudden flash of excitement caused a small squeak to escape from your lips. 

…….Why does it feel like your forgetting something?

“Chimmy?!”

You dip your head backward to spot a shirtless Jimin watching your every move. “Jimmie, He-He um.”

Tae cocked his brow. “ Who’s he?”

Jimin scoffed. “ Her boyfriend and the better-looking man, that’s for sure.” 

Tae grinned with a eat shit expression. “ Oh really, Well, My Kitten’s having a lovely time in my arms.” 

“YOUR Kitten You mean my Chimmy!?” Jimin huffed, snatched you out of Tae’s grip. 

“YOUR Chimmy You mean my Kitten?!” Tae growled, swiping you away by your waist. 

“Chimmy!”

“Kitten!”

“Chimmy!”

“Kitten!”

“Y/N!” The boys shouted.

Oh boy. 

THIS POST CAN MAKE YOUR DAY! (Maybe LOL)

Hello there

I am a simple girl who loves 7 sophisticated handsome talented wondrous inspiring wonderful outstanding smart men

Who can turn into dorks the more you know them

The eldest feeds people while passing by

seriously he is only the eldest in papers

Their leader breaks everything

But believe it on not he is a genius 

Another one plays it cool but his extra persona comes out from time to time

especially when he wears yellow?

None of it is a coincidence

And believe it or not but this team got another genius. Yes the same guy who turns so hype in yellow and plays imaginary guitar with his leg …  

Then there is the one who gets scared of his own shadow or any shadow

And screams 24/7 

Then comes the 3 youngest

One of their best dancers that can dance blindfolded can’t sit on a chair 

Seriously he trips over air

One who is known to be one of the most handsome men on earth can’t help but make derp faces

The youngest who is known to be good at everything makes things that no one understands yet. We will add the reason when science advances enough to explain him. 

And it’s because of how they are that we love BTS even more. Hope this made you smile. Have a good day/night ^^