The Switch

the switch

→scenario: You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.

→pairing: bts | reader

→genre: smut

→word count: 9,085

→read it on wattpad and ao3!

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urs (m)

seokjin’s been dreaming of this moment for so long…

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings | smut and too much fluff for my heart to handle. p.s. this is 100% pbn seokjin and his gf’s first time together words | 4,856

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the black veil│blood bond (m.)

↳ series m.list | 01 | 02 | 03

→ pairing: reader x jungkook

→ word count: 12K

→ genre: vampire au, angst, mystery

You never wanted to be a vampire, yet you had been 21 years old for the last 2 centuries. You never wanted a relationship either, yet you incidentally make a very human Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you, twice.

→ warnings: minor (?) character death, mentions of murder, bloodplay—a lot of bloodplay, very light themes of exhibitionism + noncon, light gore, vampire!reader, human!jungkook, mild slow burn

blood bond — a feeling of attraction between a vampire and a donor.

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cemetery drive || jjk

⇢ summary: to see jeon jungkook and his doe-eyed smiling face, you would wait a million eternities. but this is the story of your life with him, of course: one single, tiny infinity. (ghost au; childhood friends to lovers au)

⇢ genre: fluff, angst

⇢ word count: 4.51k

⇢ warnings: mentions of death (since, you know, ghost au); alcohol; blood; swearing; brief suicidal ideation; sort of dubious self-harm by scratching; fire.

⇢ note: written in a 24 hour challenge because it is hard to write in mental fog & i miss someone, so. here this is. title from the song by my chemical romance.

[now]

Jungkook is sitting cross-legged on top of a gravestone when you see him for the first time in week, shimmering like he has been plucked straight out of a motion picture project sat down before you for no reason at all. He does not utter a word when you plop yourself down on the grass in front of him with a picnic basket, silent.

There is an inordinate amount of silence between the two of you as of late. Not the uncomfortable kind that strings out painfully and is far too hazy in all the wrong places. Just a kind that passes between you in waves of unspoken sentiment and solace and familiarity as though it is a fact that if you were to address the ever-present elephant in the room, this would perhaps dissipate entirely.

You don’t want this to dissipate entirely. Not now. Not ever. If you were to forget, you do not believe you could ever recover from the travesty of it again.

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splinter (m)

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: angst, non-explicit smut / college au

» word count: 6,518

» description: Perhaps in their last moments together, the pieces won’t seem so broken. That maybe even with their jaded hearts they can salvage some replica of what it all once was. 

» note: there are mentions of cheating in this story

People love to talk about the ‘what ifs.’

What if they had just kept going, what if they had chosen a different path, what if things had just gone the way they had so desperately wanted them to? Humans torture themselves with these thoughts, all while urgently grappling at the threads of their memories that led to the fork in the road where things went awry. They ponder them tirelessly, wondering if they could’ve done something different, only to realize in the end that it didn’t matter because what was done was done. It was that simple, yet again, people still loved to talk, ponder, and torture themselves with the possibility of what if — However, in your personal experience, there was something much worse.

There was a sub-group of sorts to the what-ifs, called the ‘almosts.’ Almosts are burning flames of misery because they tease you by getting so heartbreakingly close to what you wanted. They were in your reach, resting on the tip of your tongue, only to dissipate before you could swallow it down and make it yours.

So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the-almosts. But what you were even less keen on was being in the same room as your almost, the thread of memories making the air thick as it wrapped its way around your throat.

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learn to trust || ksj

⇢ summary: love is a terrifying thing, and seokjin teaches you how to forget that in the hazy hours of early morning. (boyfriend au)

⇢ genre: fluff, light angst, implied smut

⇢ word count: 2.2k

⇢ warnings: swearing

⇢ note: inspired by learn to trust by bad suns, personal feelings, and the fact that i haven’t written for seokjin yet (which is super idiotic akljgfsfd;kl). written all in one sitting because i’m ridiculous like that.

Kim Seokjin is beautiful, and this is not news to anyone. Certainly not to you.

He is somewhat of an enigma for anyone to behold, a work of art come to life that nearly pains your eyes. Full lips, a delicate nose, radiant skin, hair that sweeps across his forehead in such an effortless manner it astounds you every time. Broad shoulders fill out every shirt he wears, yet his torso ends at a sharp point when it nears his impeccably small waist. You could wax poetic about his marvelous features for years. Decades. Centuries, even.

What strikes you as particularly strange, however, is the fact that people feel he concludes there, a pretty face that should be assigned to a thousand modeling agencies and nothing more. It is as if they see him as something less tangible than an alluring body. They do not bother to gaze past his face and peer into his golden, generous heart. They fail to see the selflessness that he has when he offers to drive his best friend to school every day, or the kind way he tucks sleepy people into bed, or how he relentlessly cooks meals for his friends when he has no reason to do so at all, or the fact that each and every cliché joke he gives is not for his own benefit, but for the benefit of those who will feel an overabundance of elation from his humor.

In a peculiar way, you do not necessarily blame them for feeling like this. His heart is almost too much to bear.

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