Again

Again

In which you and Namjoon both have feelings for each other and finally do something about it.

→ Pairing: idol!Namjoon x reader

→ word count: idk, it’s short

→ warnings/tags: SFW, slice of life, friends to lovers

→ a/n: a drabble because I’m so proud of the boys for their UN trip and everything they’ve accomplished, also because Namjoon in his sweatshirt at the airport made me want to be his friend that he’s secretly in love with lol

“I want to kiss you.”

The words tumble out before you can stop them, diving one by one into the dishwater below. Your hands pause around a plate as you wait with bated breathe for a response. 

Namjoon stands beside you, holding his dirty plate out to run under the water. He’s also frozen for a moment, staring at you as if wondering if he really heard what you said. 

“Why?”

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Fetish For Blood (M)

❥ pairing: vampire!jungkook x witch!reader

❥ genre: vampire au, s2l, smut [18+]

❥ summary: Strolling the streets one night in search of his next meal, Jungkook is puzzled as to why you’re not compelled by his lullaby until he meets you again and figures out why.

❥ wc: 6.8k

❥ warnings: cursing, biting (lots of it), mention of turning into a vampire, drinking blood (like a lot), lurking in the dark with intent to attack, mention and use of compulsion, mention and use of spells, oc calls jungkook a leech, biter, bloodsucker, etc., petnames, making out, grinding, like one toe bite, blood singer!oc, hair pulling, oral sex, fingering (f. receiving), handjob, slight footjob?, hex mention (jokingly), bruising, mention of being drunk due to being bitten, blood play, breast play, blood stained kisses

❥ a/n: i’ve been wanting to write this since last year (?) and never got around to it. also titled after the song freak show by alejandro lema

❥ date: October 29, 2021

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Cue, She | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Wordcount: 1.6k

Rating: 13+, (use of offensive language)

Genre: Romance, Meetcute, Idol!AU

Triggers: nothing except offensive language, cheating, Angel’s ex boyfriend and ex best friend are both deprecable — and, according to Seokjin, ugly.

A/N: hello, this is how Seokjin met Angel. Not much to say except I’m close to burning out and my goal is to get an update of Natural Connection and Sugar&Spice up next. Thank you for coming to my formal public apologies, Goodbye.

Also, this piece was edited by the one and only Mars, @joheunsaram. It is a pleasure to kill time with you (and to discuss all my plans which my readers won’t get access to because I’m gonna break their hearts LOL BYE)

Here’s my masterlist and here’s me leaving you to read peacefully. Enjoy 💜✨

Your brain froze. You didn't know how that happened, it had just happened. You were crying, sitting at the foot of a staircase, trying to save yourself from the wave of melancholia that was washing over you.

You were drowning, falling, and it wouldn’t stop.

How stupid life is.

Truly.

Why did you have to find out something so vile through a dumb picture on a useless social platform? The person you had loved for years and a friend you had trusted like yourself getting engaged, showing off how stupidly beautiful it was to be in love — completely foregoing the small detail that you had loved them both and both had betrayed you.

You just sat there, feeling useless and forgotten, crying your heart out in ways you hadn’t in over a year.

“It’s my meal? Yes?” A voice came from a floor lower down. Or higher up. It echoed together with a squeaky laugh. You would have called it irony if you weren’t so miserable. And then a door smashed. Footsteps.

Silence. “Oh.”

You lifted your head from your knees, dabbing at your face with your palms. “I’m sorry—”

“Are you okay?” The lean man in front of you knelt down, looking into your eyes with a funny expression, his head curiously tilted to the side in perplexity, as if he were trying to understand a puppy — or rather mimicking it.

His hair was a soft auburn, something delicate and lively.

And damn, he was handsome.

“I’m okay, thank you.” You stood up, your ankle wobbling dangerously as you tipped forward, almost falling. He simply offered you his arm, helping you catch yourself as the sole of your shoe slipped over the edge of the step.

“Careful. What’s your name?” He asked, voice gentle.

You introduced yourself briefly, stuttering a little as you blushed all over, so embarrassed by your clumsiness.

“Okay, let's focus on putting one foot in front of the other, ____.” He smiled so warmly, his lips so adorable as they shaped into a playful expression. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and sniffled. As your eyes recovered from being two open fountains, you recognised something familiar in him. “Oh god. I'm sorry I bothered you, I'm not a stalker I promise, I was just delivering jewels for a photoshoot. I'm not following you or anything. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry.”

Seokjin shook his palms right in front of him. “It's okay, don't worry. So, why are you crying alone in a staircase?”

You looked away. It was too raw to talk about it with an international superstar — still, he sat beside the spot where you'd sat, opening his lunch bag and getting ready.

“My ex is getting married. To the girl he cheated on me with.”

“That ugly ass.” Seokjin searched for the sauce inside the bag. He found an extra pair of chopsticks and offered them to you, insisting that you took them. “Was he handsome?”

You thought about your ex. Even though he had been charming, all his beauty had disappeared from your eyes the moment you found out what he did to you. “Maybe he had been, when we were still— when I was younger. More stupid.”

Seokjin hummed, forcing you to eat a dumpling as he spoke. “Did he call you?”

You laughed. It was bitter and cruel. “I saw it from his profile.”

Seokjin turned towards you, wide eyed. “Really? You know what? Good riddance. Don’t bother with people like him.”

You nodded. “We broke up a year ago. It’s hard because they met because of me. I really conjured my own demise.”

Seokjin hummed. “That really sucks. Dumpling?”

You confirmed, showing him the picture before filling your mouth.

“His loss. You’re prettier than this one. Probably smarter too since you got rid of that prick.”

He made you laugh. The sound surprised him, it was crystalline, like the sound of wind bells outside of temples. It shook something inside him.

“I don't know.”

Seokjin looked at you, he really did. He drank in every detail, as if he was studying you.

You were really pretty in a way that reminded him of white collared shirts and little pearl earrings and cherry lip balm. And the more he stared, the more he couldn't stop looking, even as your hamster cheeks filled with food while you munched on a dumpling. “What?” you managed to ask through your full mouth.

He had his little quokka smile on next. “Do you wanna be friends?”

You placed a hand before your mouth, trying not to spill your food as you chuckled. “You're a busy person. A famous one too. Why would you hang out with someone like me?”

He shrugged. Chewed. Stared into the void. Why would he? “I'm bored. You lost a friend. You could use a new one. I don't have that many myself.” He meditated over his words. “Do you play video games?”

This time you managed to laugh, your mouth being empty. “I do.”

“Then let's play videogames one of these days. I'm free this Friday.” He was very convincing. Very sure of himself too.

“Are you for real?” You were incredulous.

“There's a lovely pc-bang two streets down. We could hang out there.” He shrugged.

You looked around, trying to find someone to confirm the fact that he was asking you to hang out. You were still alone in the staircase. “Seriously?”

He nodded. “If you want to, of course. Just hang out. I don’t have many people who can hang out with me.”

He was probably trying to soften you up so you would pity him. “I’ll give you my number. You can call me when you’re free,” you conceded. You already knew he wouldn’t call. He’s too busy for his own good.

Still, he seemed to spark up as he quickly extracted his phone and looked at you expectantly. “Yes?”

You gave him your number, the procedure painstakingly slow as he typed like an old man. He was doing it thoughtfully, mostly because he wanted to find excuses to finish his meal with you and let your face unbloat a little after the crying.

“What’s your favourite type of snacks? For gaming.” Seokjin looked at you. He seemed to be typing that too.

You chuckled and stood up. “I like ice cream mochi. And strawberry Pepero. And peach tea.” You collected yourself.

Seokjin frowned a little. Were you leaving already? “You sure you don’t wanna eat some more?”

You shook your hands in front of you. “No, really. Thank you, though. I’ll owe you dumplings forever.”

“You can pay for dumplings this Friday!” Seokjin seemed to joke — he was dead serious.

You couldn’t seem to stop giggling. He was so endeared by it, so happy that he’d managed to distract you from bawling your eyes out. “We’ll see. Goodbye, Kim Seokjin.”

“See you this Friday,” he hollered before you exited the staircase, the heavy door slamming behind you.

The only trace of meeting you were the used chopsticks left on the step, on a paper towel. Seokjin stared at them, confused. He had been completely knocked down. He felt like he’d watched a major disaster happen.

He felt shocked. He didn’t know what to do.

“What are you doing here?” Hoseok asked. He sat down beside Seokjin and did a little perplexed expression at the extra chopsticks. “Who ate?”

Seokjin shook his head. “An angel.”

Hoseok stared into the void, a little taken aback at his hyung’s reply. He stayed like that for a couple seconds, then shrugged, grabbed the chopsticks and got himself a dumpling.

It had been a long day and Seokjin was rather exhausted, still, after the shower, he decided he might as well hope you had given him your actual number. Opening his kakao, he searched for your name.

There you were.

Might as well send you a reminder, at least to reassure you about him actually meaning to see you again.

You seemed like such a nice person. And he did want to be your friend — you had lost so much and you had seemed so lost when he found you. He felt like he had to make you feel better. He knew that his need to be a knight in shining armour for you was absolutely useless and superficial. Maybe, after all, you didn’t want a saviour at all.

He shrugged it off. It was your choice, you would turn him down, eventually.

| Hi, it’s seokjin. We met in the staircase. I wanted to send you the address for Friday. What do you say, will you be free after 10pm?

You were fresh out the shower when your phone vibrated on your nightstand twice.

It was an unknown number.

You had to blink twice when you saw the content. Seokjin. Kim Seokjin.

The address to a pc-bang.

A formal request about your favourite snacks while gaming.

And — oh god was that…?

He had sent you a picture of himself. It was a closeup of his face, mostly his eye, his strong eyebrow, the corner of his mouth and his fingers making his signature crooked v-sign.

You grabbed your Smash Bros case, covering half your face with it before taking a selca and sending it to him.

|Can you beat me at this one?

After five seconds, he was typing.

|I can try. Don’t make me ask about snacks again.

You spent almost an hour exchanging screenshots of snacks and drinks that you like eating while gaming, discussing pros and cons as if you were going to spend millions of won on them.

Before you could realise, you were already getting used to speaking to him as if he had been your friend for a lifetime.

“Why do you have a bra?”

hoseok x reader (oc)  (feat. ot7+oc girlfriends) genre: crack; fluff (if you make it to the end) word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Ok, this was complicated to write lol. But here’s the fic with the missing bra! It involves everyone, and though it’s through Petal/Hoseok’s girlfriend’s pov, it’s also a third person narration with the whole group. This takes place about a week after, “How do we ever make it through your tours?” Tae and Peaches have started moving their relationship from friends to lovers but haven’t quite made it to couple status yet, but the rest of the group are coupled up. And Namjoon has found a bra in the company Cadillac that the members all share. Ok that’s all, I hope it’s easy enough to follow! And as always, I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :))

“I’m absolutely not driving your company’s Cadillac,” Namjoon’s girlfriend stared at the man, his eyes widening in question as they stood in front of the fancy shiny vehicle.

“Why not?” He questioned the girl. “If anything happens we’ll just say I was driving.”

“Joon, you don’t have a driver’s license,” she pointed out to him bluntly. “I’m not taking any chances, we either walk and carry back food for thirteen people and Kookie by hand, or we take my car.”

“Alright,” he agreed, smiling bashfully. “Ok, hang on I think my sunglasses are in here though,” he noted as he opened the back door of the Cadillac and began rummaging through the back seat.

“You have like a bazillion pairs of sunglasses, you couldn’t grab any of those?” the girl teased, Namjoon sighing.

“A bazillion?” He questioned, enjoying the sound of the girl’s giggles. “I want these ones, they complete the look” he chuckled to himself, amused by his girlfriend’s playful scoff. “I could have sworn they were in-” he started to state as he dug around the seats before moving to check the floor, cutting himself off at the discovery of something. “What the fuck?”

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So after mobile tumblr lost this fic, scrolling back through my feed to find whoever rebloged this and 3 failed attempts to reblog from mobile, I finally logged onto tumblr on a computer to share this masterpiece. I am so happy I was able to find it again. I loved it to say the least. It was intense and captivating and just so cool. I am not a writer but an avid reader and I really enjoyed the imagery and the world you created in this piece. I kinda wish that you would share a drabble or something of the reaction of the Busan elders of Jungkook returning home because I didn’t want it to end.

This Mortal Coil (M) | JJK

Author: jinfizz [masterlist]

Genre: heavy angst, smut, fluff, F2L

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Unspecified Wolf!Reader, age difference

Rating: M, NSFW

Summary: Some might say that being in love with your best friend is the single worst thing that can happen to you. That’s the least of your problems, though, because you’re still waiting to find your fated mate, you’re not getting any younger, and Jungkook is painfully, tragically human. Little do you know, your laundry list of problems is about to get a little bit longer–because there’s more to Jungkook than meets the eye.

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, pining, fake identity (this is NOT a yandere fic, JK has a good reason), swearing, age difference (OC is 26 and JK is 23), violence, blood/gore (JK fights off bad guys), did i mention pining, self doubt/loathing, sad shit, minor character death (before the events of the fic), they’re both literally so stupid, like i can’t emphasize what giant dimwidiots these two are, you’re gonna be facepalming at every turn, the hours of this café are weird and don’t make sense don’t think about it too hard, sexism/patriarchy themes, ingesting a single droplet of blood, loss of virginity, oral (f + m), unprotected sex, impreg kink, mentions of/intention for pregancy, rough sex, dirty talk, knotting, cum play, cockwarming, disguisting amounts of fluff as usual. this fic will break your heart and patch it back up again.

Word Count: 40k

(A/N): For the lovely @whitesparrows97 as part of the BTS Writers Club fic exchange! I hope you like it, angel. Writing this monstrosity was frankly awful at times, but thanks to some very special people, I am happy with the way it turned out. @hisunshiine @wayward-wayfinder @gyukult​ @reneejuliet​ and everyone whom I spoke with about this fic at some point or another– thank y'all for being my sexy azz hypewomen, motivating me to keep writing. Your support really helped put some much-needed fire in my heart (and under my ass). @jinpanman and @sahmfanficbts – I owe it all to your sexy brains and big hearts that this thing came together. Without such kick-ass betas and sweet friends, I would have just tossed this whole mess in the garbage and deactivated lmao. A thousand thanks for reading this thing and giving such thoughtful feedback.

Part I: The Renegade 

The cold air stings Jungkook’s eyes as he lunges through the underbrush. His paws land with minimal noise on old, dry leaves and pine needles, and he is pleased to find that he is not too out of practice for his wolf to have gotten clumsy.

He has taken great pains to arrive at this moment. A moment where he can shift, run freely without having to worry about being scented by a nearby pack, and let the wind rustle through his fur for one glorious night.

This moment is the fruit of weeks of preparation. Weeks in which he had painstakingly mapped the boundaries of pack territories from his recollections of Alpha Training in his youth, devised a plan to transport himself in human form to this remote forest area in the country’s northeast corner, and waited, waited, waited until the temperature would be cold enough to conceal his wolf’s scent. 

Because his scent suppressants are great, but they’re not perfect: they only work when he’s in human form.

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Alpha Goes First (KSJ)

(Seokjin x Reader) (Omegaverse au!) (Poly au!)

Summary: Each pack has its own set of traditions and standards and as the newest omega in bangtan’s pack- you have more than a few things to learn. things come to a head when the youngest alpha tries to breed you before your pack alpha does. Seokjin doesn’t like that one bit.

Pairings: Pack Alpha! Seokjin x Omega! Reader, Implied OT7 x Reader, Brief alpha! Jungkook x Reader, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! yoongi, Beta! hoseok, Omega! Taehyung, Pack Omega! Jimin

Tags: referenced unwanted arranged marriage, omega mistreatment, allusions to emotional and physical abuse, blood, licking of blood, possessive behavior, kinda yandere! Seokjin, explicit sexual content, panty sniffing, panty stuffing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Seokjin and the reader have sex and everyone watches and fools around in the background, Oral sex ( m + F receiving), brief bondage, a bit of humiliation, clit slapping, cock slapping, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, inflation kink, dacryphillia, squirting, hair pulling, dirty talk, mentions of male omegas producing slick, brief m x m content, 

W/c: 20.5k

A/n: me and filthy smut? possessive seokjin? need i say more. this was only originally supposed to be 12k so how???? there is significant poly content in this- so be mindful, though i only tagged seokjin x reader because he’s the only one that fucks her in this! this is sort of a birthday present for jin too- and it took me a lot of time so make sure you give it a lot of love! 

Coming to a new pack isn’t easy; the customs are always different- no matter where you go. Each pack has a different system of settling disputes, of mating, each one unique. But you’d never thought you’d get to settle in one like this. One that you’d grow to love so much that your body burned with it.

Your hands press at the mating marks on your neck, you can scarcely believe it. That someone has loved you enough to mark you this way. That anyone would. You didn’t think you’d ever end up with an alpha- let alone a full pack. four alphas, two other omegas, and one beta.

The fact that you’re really considered a member of their pack and not just a plaything is another hurdle in itself. The pack you’d grown up in hadn’t viewed omegas as much more than chattel, and the pack they’d sold you to viewed you as even less. To them omegas where just pretty pets that were good for little more than a fuck at best or an annoyance that needed a harsh hand at worst.

That was the exact opposite of Kim Seokjin’s pack.

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