I Might End Up Going Through And Formatting My Posts Like A Normal Person But I Dont Wanna Do It Like

i might end up going through and formatting my posts like a normal person but i dont wanna do it like everyone else yknow? gotta make it special~..... but how is the question 🤨

y'all part 3 of Discoveries is comin soon i swear 😭i just gotta finish it up when i feel like i won’t make a complete mess of it all

Curious, Darling?

A/: Many many hugs and boops to the lovely @kookslastbutton for their page title and giving me the go-ahead to write a Taehyung fic inspired by it and dedicated to it! ♥

-office!au, enemies to lovers (ish...)

-Slightly Yandere!Kim Taehyung x Reader

It's decidley a little messy and fast but its 2am and my brain was working too fast.

JK Ver. Yoongi Ver.

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Stalking through the halls, you seethed. His carefree laughter echoed through your head as you turned corners with the result of Taehyung's latest prank cradled in your trembling arms. You had been going back and forth with Taehyung since highschool, the pranks gaining him popularity and causing you to lose friends. It had taken a large turn when you had both graduated college and got accepted into one of the biggest companies with him standing at your side, smug smirk in place as it always was when he regarded you. The pranks you exchanged slowly ramped up until you dyed and cut his hair when he was out cold after a night of drinking. He had gone way too far this time though, the prank exceeding the worst you had pulled on him, which was the hair thing although he managed to make it look sexy just as he did everything else. 

Walking into your office this morning, you were sipping your favourite drink and wearing your best shirt for the presentation when your eyes landed on the colour-coded pile of that same presentation in rips all around the room, the spray painted ‘V’ on your office window causing you to drop your cup in shock. The two of you had done many many things to each other in the form of pranks, but ruining work projects that had taken a year to perfect and create… it was the last prank you would accept. So here you were, storming past concerned co-workers with your project in your arms as you set out for the man himself. 

His laugh guided you straight to him as you shouldered through the meeting room door,

“KIM TAEHYUNG.”

Conversation stopped as did his laughter as your anger cut through it all, heads turning to observe your red face and furrowed brows as you glared at Taehyung with the heat of hell in your eyes. You made eye contact with everyone but him, each person taking the hint and shuffling out of the conference room until you were left with the culprit. An angry huff left you as you dropped your armful of your ripped project on the table in front of him as he sat with his ankle resting on his knee, hand rubbing his lips as he watched you carefully. 

“What the fuck is this?! This was for today! You knew it was for today and so did everyone else! So pray tell, why the fuck is my project in shreds with your fucking penname sprayed on my windows! There is no one, and I mean no-one else that would’ve done this.”

His huffed laugh broke you from your angry arrangement of the pieces sitting before you, your head snapped up to face him as he leaned back further into his wheeled chair. Was he infuriatingly hot and causing conflicting emotions as he stared you down through hooded eyes? Abso-fucking-lutely. That didn’t stop you from rounding the table in anger, his chair turning with you as you approached. 

“Something wrong?”

You scowled as you took the last steps towards him, his head tilting up slightly to watch your face for emotion as he licked his lips slowly. Your anger won over any arousal you were feeling because of him and his stupidly perfect face, your hands pushing roughly into his solid chest. The scrape of the chair wheels making you smirk as he rolled back into the wall from the force of your shove. His eyebrows raised in surprise as you approached him again, his hands resting on the arms as he pushed himself from the chair. He was taller than you, that was for sure, but being stronger than people gave you credit for allowing you the element of surprise. So you took that last step, staring into his hypnotizing chocolate eyes as you shoved him back a step.

“Say you did it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, he smirks. 

He fucking smirked at you when his penname was in orange paint on your windows. Your face heated with rage as he tilted his head at you, his fluffy hair gently framing his darkened eyes as you landed a hard punch to his chest. Taehyung huffed as the air left him, your eyes widening as he barely reacted before a hand grasped your own. You gasped as he tugged you around him and into the chair he was previously occupying, your hands finding the armrests as he leaned over you, his large hands caging your own on the chairs arms. 

“You know exactly what you did, Kim Taehyung. You’ve gone too far.”

“Oh no, have I gone too far? Let me rectify my wrongs against poor little you immediately.”

His tone was clear and enraged you further. He had the gall to mock you when you no longer had a presentation for a promotion you had been waiting for for years now. You wrestled your hand from under his, a sharp clap echoing around you as Taehyung's head snapped to the side. The shock he showed allowed you a window to push him away and escape the room with your precious shards of presentation. He would get it now. You just had to figure out how you would go about it.

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Taehyung's misdeed was over a week ago now. He had gotten the promotion because you had no presentation. Now, he had power over you. A larger, secured office and even a secretary that rumours had started round saying he fucked her in the mens washroom one lunch break. Now it was much harder for you to enact your plan. Distracting Elizabeth was easy enough, all you had to do was tell her that Park was waiting for her in conference room 38 and off she went. Taehyung was supposed to be in a big meeting so all you had to do was look for a spare key and then lock the door behind you to cover your tracks. Easy enough. The key was in an unlocked drawer in Elizabeth’s desk, hidden away under the schedule folder you had gathered your copy of Taehyung’s from. Opening the door to his office with a relieved sigh, you shut the heavy door as quietly as you could, your eyes scanning the office as soon as the door was locked behind you. 

Files scattered over his desk, his laptop open and running, his windows curtained and opened slightly to let in the breeze you could only get on the 77th floor. Rushing over to his clearly organized mess, you leafed through the many documents, your eyes darting from the papers to the door as your hands trembled. All you needed was his budget request. Then you could fuck him over like he fucked you over. It was simple. Find the page, search his laptop for the unfilled form and replace his numbers with lower ones. While it could jeopardize your job, he would be at fault for submitting low numbers for his request. 

“Yes! Finally!”, you pulled the sheet from its spot frantically.

Stepping over to his laptop, you searched the systems for the sheet when you had an even better idea. Turning back to the files, you failed to hear the door opening and closing, his light steps approaching you as you made a mess of his desk. He sat and watched you search through the papers with a smirk as he leaned against the wall across from you, your gaze laser focused on the things in-front of you. Finding the new page, you smirked, unknowing of the danger you had put yourself in. 

“Curious, darling?”, his deep voice made your heart stop as his hand ghosted over your shoulder. He had managed to make it across the entire office to stand behind you and you hadn’t even noticed. That was a kind of embarrassing you never thought you’d feel. But here you were, feeling it and Taehyung’s hand as it crawled across your collarbone smoothly to wrap around your neck. 

“Taehyu-”, you gasped before his hand tightened around your neck, cutting off your words. 

“We’ve been at this for years. Years, Y/N. Isn’t it about time to accept that you’ll never best me at our pranks?”

You shook your head, hand wrapping around his as you turned in your spot to face him. His fluffy brown hair fell into his sharp eyes as he watched you take in the position. Your back against his desk, his hand around your neck, basically holding your own hand at the same time. He corralled you further into his desk, his free hand drawing distracting circles on your side as you watched him carefully.

“I’ll beat you this time. You won’t win.”

His laugh washed across your face, mint greeting your sense as he chewed on nothing with a confident smirk. You were sure you would beat him. You had to. It was one of your last motivations to not hand in your resignation and join Jeon Industries instead of staying under Min Corporations. 

“You’ve already lost. So when will you notice how much I love you, darling?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, his hand leaving your neck to trace your cheekbone and run lightly over your parted lips. 

“Wha-”, you cleared your throat of the shock blocking it, “What do you mean, Taehyung? You don’t love me. You’ve shown me so many times you hate me. You ripped up my presentation!”

He nodded casually, hand playing with a stray bundle of hair that had fallen from your messy ponytail during your search for revenge. 

“I did. But we’ve been doing this for years. Do you not remember the times I would leave you notes in your locker in high school, telling you how I felt?”

“Those were anonymous, how was I supposed to know that was you?! I thought that was Hoseok! Or maybe even Seokjin… I- why?”

“What do you mean why? You’re perfect for me. I’m perfect for you. I read your diary when I was in your office that week. I know what you think of me.”, his breath tickled your ear as he leaned in to whisper his last secret to you.

“Why would you… That's supposed to be private!”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Y/N. I won’t tell anyone how much my voice turns you on… or how much you daydream about fucking me seven days a week and telling me you love me.”

Your face heated with a blush as he chuckled in your ear, his voice deepened further as he pushed his body against yours further. His hands guided you into comfort as he whispered random compliments into your ear, your eyes closing as you thought about it all. 

“At least let me take you on a date. Just one for now, if you like it, leave your number on my desk the day after. If not, just tell me to fuck off and I’ll leave you alone until you accept your feelings towards me. Sounds fair?”

You nodded slowly, his hands circling you in a gentle hug as he hummed in content. It couldn’t be the worst thing in the world, a little harrowing at times you were sure, but overall it could be worth losing your revenge. So you melted into the hug with a sigh as he laughed about something in his head.

You’d see in the week after the incident that it really wasn’t that bad as he fed you sushi from his plate while you traded for pieces you liked and he didn’t. Sipping on boba while the sun set on the horizon over the clear blue waters of the beach afterwards. Maybe you didn’t get the promotion that would change your life, but marrying Kim Taehyung in the following years was definitely more than enough to make up for it all.

I love being in the middle of writing something and going “oh this specific moment is going to emotionally destroy one specific reader”. Like it’s good to cast a wide net but sometimes knowing that you’ve got one person you KNOW is going to react is just >:) great

OOMGGG

Curious, Darling? (JK Version.)

A/N: Another post inspired by the lovely @kookslastbutton and their page title... as cats step on my keyboard and lacerate my shoulders :)

-Lawyer AU, non-accurate depictions of lawyer work lolol (most of my knowledge is from How To Get Away With Murder)

-(cocky) Defence Lawyer!Jungkook x Prosecutor!Reader

-This fic will contain brief sexual content. 18+ for this one, or just ignore this and read away, you control your internet consumption.

Much love again to the kind and amazing human behind the blog above ♥

Still rushed ish and again slightly dark somehow... but here it is!

Taehyung Ver.

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Your case was ruined. Not just any old simple counter evidence, no. He fucked it over. Yeah. Him. The one walking out of the courtroom with a smile over his won case. Did he just let a murderer go free without a single charge? Yeah. That was just the charm of his grayish fluff he called hair and his large boxy glasses that he had narrowed his eyes at you behind when you tried to dispute his own counter question with your next. It could have been the best success of your career, putting away The Moonlight, but Jeon Jungkook just had to pick up the case when the old defense lawyer gave up and quit the case less than 24 hours in. 

You had accepted it gladly, the case a simple open close due to the amount of evidence against the man. You were confident until his polished shoes clicked against the floor of the courtroom behind you. That made you furious. He knew you were working on one of your biggest cases. The two of you kept in touch sometimes, having been a power couple in your university for a year and a bit. Your excitement over such a large case was palpable as you had texted him in excitement after drinking a little too much. And as he stepped past the barricade and made eye contact with you, his smirk creeping over his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, you knew it was no coincidence. 

Throughout your entire relationship it was challenge after challenge, both of you competing to be better than the other in any way you could. More orgasms. More hickeys. More successful cases. More wins at Super Mario Cart. Fastest eating times. Best hair. You had won three of the ones you could think of off the top of your head. Though, the competition for more orgasms that had left you in tears wasn’t all that fair, considering men didn't really have that ability like women. So you accepted defeat with his stupidly perfect face lifting from between your trembling thighs. This was so much different though and as he walked towards you with a swagger in his step, you scowled.

“Jungkook.”, you greeted him shortly as he laughed happily.

“Oh Y/N. It’s a pleasure to see you under the circumstances. I believe you have some complaints though.”, his smirk didn’t drop once and it made you see red.

“We all know that the arrest warrant was fake. A fool could’ve seen the forged signatures. I’m surprised the judge didn’t call fabricated evidence on your forms after the officer showed clear signs of hesitation and disgust! His mother is in the hospital. Not being arrested for assisted manslaughter. Yet.”, you pushed past him with a huff, his words of false comfort powering your walk as you pulled your client with you. 

It was all wrong. Every last piece of his late submission evidence was false and clearly so. It enraged you that his boyish charm and bunny-like smile made everyone look past the fabrications despite impartiality being required by all involved. You muttered to yourself as you told your client to go home and stay home at all costs unless called in by yourself, the judge, or the cops. Even if his mother was dying, he had to stay put. You would not let Min Yoongi go to jail for homicide on multiple counts. You refused. 

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A month into the case and you were stressed. Jungkook kept pulling evidence out of nowhere to counter your own and had even managed to create condemning interrogation questions for Mr. Min to answer in the stand. You had witnesses though. Kim Seokjin would go to jail for his crimes and Jeon Jungkook could do nothing, and you meant nothing, about it. His questioning had gone too far, the judge agreeing on your objection to leading questions for your most important witness. A re-do was conducted and Jungkook phrased the questions normally, Yoongi answering truthfully as Jungkook's heavy gaze pierced into your back as you asked your follow-up questions. The jury looked swayed by Yoongi's apparent honesty as he made eye contact with each person and the judge during questioning. The session ended with a new date being sent out a few hours later. It wasn’t too far out, which meant you had to find even more evidence against Kim Seokjin or an innocent man would go to jail. 

Your last resort was… illegal. But it was all you had left as Yoongi lost hope in living a normal life after all this, expecting the pale walls and sloppy meals of federal prison with a heavy heart. 

“I won’t let it happen, Yoongi. I promise.”, you had whispered to him one night as he sat in your office crying. You had every intention to fulfill the promise and if breaking into Jeon Jungkook's home office was the way to do that, so be it. 

The door creaked behind you as you slipped in through the back door. The lock clicked into place after you and you crept forwards. His light snores echoed from the large staircase as you located his office. Slipping into the dark room, you turned on a small desk lamp to see everything he had laid out. Searching through his desk drawers, you found an audio recorder and headphones so you pulled them from the drawer and set them aside to use after you searched his desktop and laptop for anything indicating his false documents.

Everything on his laptop was clear, a few emails from his mom, a few from his witnesses, one from you and three from the accused himself. You sighed and shut the lid of the device, your hands trembling with the weight of not finding anything against him as you rifled through his folders. Police reports, phone receipts, email receipts, credit card receipts and a few hydro bills scattered throughout. Nothing you hadn’t seen. Except for the clear cut on the bottom of one of the phone receipts. A call had been removed from evidence. That was your new goal for the moment, find an un-ripped copy and hope it was enough evidence for the judge and jury to decide to declare Kim Seokjin as guilty.

Searching and searching through physical papers brought nothing so you turned and opened his laptop again, searching through his history for anything regarding phone bills. He was quite dumb for a lawyer, you thought as you pulled open the original document from his history. Scrolling to the last call, your heart stopped. He had called Min Yoongi on the night he was arrested. That was almost detrimental to your case. It could ruin everything and paint Mr. Min in the biggest light of guilt he had been in so far. Closing the document with a sharp breath through your nose, you opened Jungkook's history again to clear it when a porn site caught your eye. A laugh left you before you could catch it, the title “Big tit woman handcuffed and fucked in court” making your eyes water with silent laughter as you pulled out your phone to take a picture of it. Opening the site, you giggled into your hand until you noticed some physical similarities between the “actress” and yourself. Shaking it off with a shiver, you picked up the audio recorder and headphones, flicking through small cassette tapes in order to find one dated in correlation to the night the phone record had mentioned. “7/7/23” written in his bubbly yet messy writing caught your eye quickly. Pushing the tape into the recorder, you hit play with the headphones resting over one ear so you could make sure Jungkook was still snoring away.  His voice filled your ears as he talked about the case he was picking up, you sat through about 3 minutes of a case overview until you caught yourself drifting over to the porn on the screen. With a sigh you fast forwarded until you heard “call”. 

“The accused sent out an outgoing call to Min Yoongi, the prosecution. The call was picked up and lasted a total of 3 minutes and 32 seconds according to the receipt in front of me. Accused refused to detail the contents of the call, so only Min Yoongi may be willing to answer questions regarding this call if I bring it into question. I don’t think I will. My client refused to detail so it won’t be included due to the clear hesitancy surrounding Kim Seokjin's innocence if he had refused to detail a call.”

While you had gathered Yoongi’s phone receipts, Jungkook's copy of Seokjins had been unknown to you (its full form) until now. This withheld evidence could be the turning point of this case. All that was left was to ask Yoongi about the call, bring it to the judges attention and Kim Seokjin was away for life. Your excitement with the recording that you pocketed overshadowed the fading of Jungkook’s snores and the approaching footsteps until a breeze passed over the back of your neck. Turning around swiftly and seeing no-one and nothing gave you further chills than what was caused by the breeze. Focusing back on the screen of porn in front of you, you chuckled as quietly as you could, your hand pressing play without realizing, moans filling the room and covering his footsteps again as he stood behind you. Your only indication that you had fucked up was his laughter against your ear, the almost silent huffs of breathing straightening your back in fear as his large hands circled your own on his keyboard. 

“This isn’t- I wasn’t-”, you stuttered as your heart skipped a beat, his hands running soothingly over your trembling ones. 

“My poor innocent dove. You weren’t watching porn? Or you weren’t breaking and entering while also stealing legal evidence for your own personal gain?”

Your held breath and panicked shuffles in the chair made him laugh audibly as he stood up straight and walked around his desk, leaning against the dark red wood with his hands, your eyes tracing the tattoos before he cleared his throat and your ears finally picked up on the porn still breaking the silence. You stared at the screen with wide eyes until he tsked and hit pause for you, the silence causing a ringing in your ears as he watched you struggle.

“You have two choices here, Y/N. And only two. No negotiations.”, he leaned forward to punctuate his words, “No. Lies.”

Your eyes widened further as you leaned away from him in his leather chair. A slight nod is all he got in response before your eyes fell to his bare chest and the tattoos covering his arm. His large frame shook with laughter as you lost yourself in his body like you were a horny highschooler again. 

“Still in awe? Don’t worry. Your reactions to my body were always my favourite…”, he rounded his desk again to press his cheek to the top of your head, “Though not as good as your reactions to my cock sliding in and out of your pretty pussy.”

Heat flooded your face and you coughed, struggling to get out of the chair until his hands held you still, the porn filling your ears as he pulled the chair away from the desk to make you face him. Your eyes met his sparkling ones as the blush stayed present with the squelching sounds coming from the laptop speakers. A smirk crossed his lips as he pulled the cassette from your pocket, your eyes widening again as you reached for it, his long arm holding it far out of your reach as he could, your hands climbing his chest and shoulders as you grabbed for it in desperation. 

“Please, Jungkook! This is huge evidence! Just because you’re defending the man doesn’t mean you don’t think that the case is better off with it!”

He hummed and let you grab the tape, your relief palpable as you turned back to his desk only to notice a folder with your name on it. You reached for it slowly in slight fear and concern before it was removed from your view with a swift snap of paper.

“Curious, darling?”, he booped your nose with a wide smile, “Too bad. This is not for your eyes even though your name is on it.” 

You sighed heavily and nodded in hesitant agreement. He let you run from his office then, his laugh chasing you out of the door as you clutched the tape to your chest. Stumbling back towards your car as you faced the house, you met Jungkook's eyes as he watched you from the office window. A small wave sent you straight into your car as you sped away as fast as possible while breaking no laws. Settling yourself into bed that night, you trembled and slept with a light on. Something about it all was too unnerving for your anxiety. You fell asleep eventually with heavy eyes and rampant thoughts. What was in that folder?

A few days of nearly no sleep and glances over your shoulder in public led to the last day of court. The new evidence was submitted and accepted into question, Yoongi revealing the contents of the call that condemned Kim Seokjin to rot in jail for multiple counts of homicide and sexual assault. Your celebration with Yoongi at the bar down the road allowed Jungkook to find you and congratulate you with a smirk. As he walked away with your number and your availability for a date, it all clicked. He had meant for you to see everything you had. And you had fallen for it. Right into his trap. Afterall, you were curious, darling