I Wish You'd Write A Fic Where College!bts(or Just College Yoongi) Are Celebrating Their Anniversary

i wish you'd write a fic where college!bts(or just college yoongi) are celebrating their anniversary and they talk about the moment they fell in love with each other

the first time i saw you + college!bangtan

“Remind me why I like you again?” you ask with crossed arms at Jin makes another belly flop into the pool. 

He emerges at the surface with his hair looking like it had melted against his head, “Because when you saw me on the diving board for the first time you said ‘Goddamn, what a living piece of art,’ over the loudspeaker.”

Your face feels like it’s on fire at the memory. Okay, maybe, you had volunteered to help out with university swim meets during preseason one year and that just happened to be the fateful year Seokjin decided to join the swim team. And perhaps you were in charge of calling out the swimmers’ names as the butterfly event was to take place, and you just might have said something mildly embarrassing about Jin over the loudspeaker. Maybe. 

“You said we weren’t going to bring that up!” 

Jin chuckles, floating on his back like the cocky bastard he is, “You asked, first, baby.”

“When did you start liking me?” you ask, curled up against Yoongi’s chest. 

“Freshman year when you did all the work for that geography project.” 

“Yoongi!” you hit his chest, his gummy smile emerging, “I’m serious!” 

He laughs sincerely, before answering again, “I think it was senior year of highschool,” he starts, “When you told me you were going to apply to school in Incheon. I thought about how far away that was and then I realized how much I’d miss having you around if you were gone.” 

“Really?” you ask, hardly able to contain your smile. Yoongi grins back at you and tightens his hold. 

“Nah, I was serious about the geography thing, you really saved my ass there.” 

“Min Yoongi!”

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“You don’t just like me because of that radio show I do with Yoongi-hyung, right?” 

“What, Hoseok, why would would you think that?” you look down at him. 

“The maknaes were saying something like that, dunno,” he shrugs. 

“While I do love your voice and listening to you and Yoongi for an hour every Friday does bring me immense joy,” you hear him chuckle in-between your words, “I actually started liking you when I saw you and Jimin dance together at the arts showcase last year.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you say, “Your dancing really captivated me.” 

“Aww,” he pinches your cheeks, much to your disdain, “You’re so cute!” 

“I love having a genius boyfriend during these desperate times of need,” you tease as Namjoon finishes explaining your calculus worksheet to you. 

He scoffs, “I knew you only liked me for my smarts.” 

“Please, I’ve liked you since before you got all smart,” you remind him, “And got that big head of yours.” 

“I was always smart, fuck you.”

“Oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow, “You call spilling grape juice on my all white dress because you tripped over your own two feet the first time you met smart? I can’t believe you literally fell in love with me.”

Namjoon shuts up and blushes at the memory, “Fuck you.”

“I love you, too,” you grin, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, tapping the skin there after, “Now get back to talking, Professor Kim, this calculus isn’t going to teach itself.”

“You know,” Jimin starts, “I never thought you’d go out with me.”

“Why’s that?”

“I always knew I liked you, I knew that the moment I saw you,” he explains, “But I never thought you’d like me back. Honestly, I thought you’d end up with Hoseok-hyung.”

“Why wouldn’t I like you, Jiminie?” you ask, “You’re amazing.”

“I mean, I know that,” he gloats, “But, I don’t know. You always seemed too good to be true.”

“You’re so cute,” you grin, pecking his bottom lip, “If anything, you’re too good to be true.”

Jimin smiles, kissing you full-on this time, “We’ll then I guess that makes us the best.”

“Taehyung!” you cry out through a fit of giggles. He decides to have mercy on you, seizing the tickling to your sides in favor of cuddling into you.

“You suck,” you stick your tongue out at him, but he’s quick to respond and kisses you while you do so, “You’re so weird.”

“You love me, anyway,” he giggles, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You think back to when you first saw Taehyung; by looks of it, a six-foot-something guy walking nearly eight dogs through the middle of the campus quad is certainly not normal, but how could you not fall for someone who loves dogs enough to walk eight at a time?

Well, that and the fact that you were forced to spent the subsequent five hours in the emergency room with said guy after one of the dogs he was walking took a bite out of your leg.

But the good outweighs the bad, you supposed, because now you know that, turns out to be almost-six-foot guy to be Kim Taehyung and yes he is as strange as when you first saw him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yeah, I do.” 

“Tall iced chai tea latte,” Jungkook calls out the order. He scans the relatively busy environment of the café until he sees a head making its way towards the counter.

“That’s me,” you say, giving him a friendly smile. But when Jungkook looks up at you, he’s too stunned to smile back. That’s strike one, because, fuck, you’re just about the prettiest person to ever walk into this shitty café.

He stares at you like a deer in headlights; there are a million things running through his head, ask her for her name, dumbass! cries the loudest of them all, but Jungkook has never really listened to inner-Jungkook well.

“Um, you’re kinda holding on tight,” you say. That’s when Jungkook notices that he’s still holding on to your drink, and dear god, your hand is touching his, and that’s strike two.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he sputters, letting go too quickly. He’s cute, you note, telling him it’s okay. You wave him goodbye, the notification from your phone alerting you that you have ten minutes until your next lecture.

It’s strike three when you turn around and he sees a familiar lapel pin of D.Va attached to your bag. And you know what they say: three strikes and you’re out.

“Jungkook, you good?” Seokjin asks, noticing his maknae staring at the door like a lost kitten. 

“Hyung, I think I’m in love.”

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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falling into you (pt. 1)

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5

→scenario: Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.

→genre: college au, slow burn, shy/nerd!jk + bad girl!oc (mature themes)

→word count: 11,249

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jealousy

→scenario: You see your boyfriend Jungkook flirting with someone else, so you try to show him how it feels… and he doesn’t like it one bit.

→genre: smut/angst

→word count: 4,050

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make it right.

The sheets against your back are familiar. The smell of his apartment, the paint on his walls. Even the way he feels is so fucking familiar. So thick and hot as he sinks deep inside your cunt.

“Baby, fuck,” he groans, “I love it. Always want it.”

His voice is thick, rough despite the gentle way he grips your thighs. It’s been too long since he felt you. Since he last had you wet and quivering in his arms. Since he felt your tongue warm in his mouth and your delicate hands on his skin. He doesn’t care that he’s vulnerable like this. That he’s opening himself to heartbreak even worse than the last time. He needs you to hear him, feel him, see him as he bares his soul.

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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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