Jungkook: Am I Cool Yet?(1)

Jungkook: Am I cool yet?(1)

In which Jungkook thinks your eyes are kind of really fucking cool and cute.

Tags/Warnings: Kangaroo Hybrid!Jungkook, Sheep hybrid!Reader, part of my unconventional hybrid series I'm starting, University AU, mc has a stutter when shes nervous, mentions of mild bullying (nothing physical), mc owns an illegal amount of squishmallows, sports fanatic kook but what's new, strangers to lovers, romance and fluff!

Additional Chapter Warnings: insecurities, mc has a lil accident nothing big, kooks friends pull a prank on him lol

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When you finally started University, you really thought the whole school behavior you've lived through all those years would stop. People were basically adults now here, right? And adults didn't behave like kids.

How wrong you were.

Sometimes, it felt as if adults were even more petty and mean as teenagers and kids still in school- and it frankly didn't do you much good. You weren't necessarily unhappy with yourself- you actually thought you were quite decent. However, considering you were one of the more.. rarely seen hybrids, there's standard slurs thrown after you constantly.

'Do you think she knows satanic rituals?' No, you didn't, and satanic stuff is constantly connected to goats anyways. You're a sheep-not a goat.

'Bro she's got movie-theater vision!' No, your vision was simply a bit different from the average hybrid and predators.

'I heard she's cursed or some shit. Like, she can literally see behind her, what the fuck..' that much is true, but its called nature.

It all didn't help that you couldn't even speak to most people you met- avoiding the cafeteria for years now because the lady up front got super irritated by your stuttering everytime it had been your turn to order something. It had humiliated you- so much so, that you simply decided to keep quiet from now on, keep your head low, and don't spend much more time at Uni than you needed to.

Just like now, as you were on your way home.

You cringe a bit at the pain you feel in the muscles of your leg- you've probably pulled something when tripping down the stairs some days ago- having tried hard not to fall and make a total fool of yourself.

"Well fuck me.." you hear someone's voice, making you turn around as the young man sighs to himself. It's Jeon Jungkook; he's studying to become a physiotherapist one day- at least that's what he'd told you when he'd accidentally ran into you first week of Uni. "Oh hey- have you seen my bike? It's red, has a crappy Obey sticker on it?" He asks you, and your eyes widen a bit in shock at being addressed, before you avert your gaze, pointing at the trashcans close by where it's been put behind the metal containers to hide it. "Ah those Fuckers!" He laughs. "Thanks!" He says, before he moves to get his bike.

You feel dismissed, so you start walking towards the exit of the premise.

"Oh hey, by the way-!" He calls out, sitting on his bike, pushing himself alongside you with his feet down to keep the speed low. "Haven't seen you around much. Thought you'd disappeared or something." He chuckles, and you shrug, though you smile to not seem rude. "Ah, you're quiet. I get that. I talk a bit too much to be honest." He laughs to himself. "Are you okay? I've noticed you've been walking a bit odd."

"Uhm.." you start, trying hard to focus on your speaking so it won't become embarrassing. "I f-f-..." you lower your face a bit, becoming self-conscious suddenly when you noticed it won't come out smoothly.

"Oh its fine, take your time." He smiles simply, moving alongside you like it's no big deal.

It gives you the energy to try again.

"I tripped downstairs." You rush out in one go luckily, and his mouth opens in an 'o' shape in understanding. "On Monday." You add on, and he looks at you a bit concerned.

"Did you get it checked?" He asks, and you shake your head- before you suddenly pull on his jacket to pull him a bit to the side- two kids on their bikes rushing past him. "Holy shit- thanks! How'd you see that?" He laughs, looking back himself.

"I.. yknow, my weird eyes, I c-can see like-" you motion with one hand around your head. "All around. Almost. I can't see like.. the back of my head." You explain, and his eyes widen.

"Oh shit I didn't know that! So you can see this?" He asks, holding to fingers up behind your shoulder.

"You holding two fingers u-up?" You giggle a bit, and he laughs boyishly.

"Yeah, that's so cool!" He answers, almost riding straight into a lamp post with his bike if not for you pushing him again- before you laugh along with him. "Hey- we don't have classes tomorrow, do you wanna hang out?" He bluntly asks, and your eyes widen a bit.

"Uh.. like, uh.. I'm really boring though-" you say.

"Nah, don't think so. Listen, I got both Netflix and Amazon prime and a shit ton of snacks, and I promise I'm not some fuckboy either." He winks, loosing balance on his bike for a second, making you laugh. "Won't hold it against you if you say no though."

"No no, I'd uh.. I like that." You say, stopping as you're going a different way now- turning now, while he clearly was heading straight up the road. "I uh.."

"Oh yeah right, fuck hold on." He says, pulling his phone out of his pocket before it falls to the ground. "Oh shit!"He curses, picking it up- the back of device already decorated with tape. "Ah, here-" he says, wiping his screen before showing it to you.

You pull out your own, in stark contrast to his; safely tucked into a pastel colored case, decorated with stickers and charms hanging from the bottom.

"Alright, it's a date then!" He grins, before his ears turn down in embarrassment. "Oh shit like not a date- unless you want it to be one that's cool too cause you're cute- okay you know what I'm gonna just go home." He says, turning to leave, waving before he speeds off with his bike.

While you, at home, throw yourself into your bed and plushies, trying hard not to scream.

You really don't need a crush now.

this was so heartwarming and adorable <333 i absolutely loved it

daisy | kth. (m)

➵ summary: sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy.

➵ pairing: taehyung x reader 

➵ genre: rivals/fuck buddies to lovers!au, accidental pregnancy, young parents!au, the fluffiest fluff, light angst, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 16k

➵ warnings: swearing, mentions of addiction + counselling, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, breast fondling, oral (m & f. receiving), face-riding, clit-biting, spanking, dirty talk, deep-throating, ball-fondling, fingering, emotional/passionate sex, rough sex, scratching, creampie

➵ a/n: would you believe me if I said this was originally written in february?? HAHA this is a request by @feelsaesthetic​ for bgn’s 2 hearts, 1 love valentine’s day event!! this fic consists of taehyung, pragma (enduring love), slow burn, and an artist au with m&ms (the perfect first date) <3  I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of your request loves 🥺 thank you endlessly to my loves @taegularities​ & @amourtae​ for betaing and commenting!! (THE TAGS FINALLY WORK YAY) as always, your feedback means the world to me 💓

➵ playlist: die for you by the weeknd

“Hi.” 

“Hey.” 

You smile tentatively, swallowing dryly as you stand in front of a trendy restaurant; sleek with its atmosphere, cozy with its interior. Similarly, your companion clears his throat with a fist over his mouth, restlessly shuffling his feet. 

It’s quite comedic how you’re nervous for this date tonight, as though it’s with some Godforsaken unknown tinder fling. When in reality, you’re going on a date with the estranged man you have a five-year-old child with; Kim Taehyung. 

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Not quite the same – Part 2

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook x Dog Hybrid!Reader

Summary: You had always thought that your home with your family was the final stop. After your owners abandon you and a storm drives you into the nearby forest, you think things can’t get any worse. At least until you run right into the arms of a pack of wolves.

Genre: Hybrid AU; angst, smut, fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Feeling lonely, a little bit of angst

Word Count: 5K

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A/N: Thank you so so much for the feedback on the first chapter! I’m seriously blown away! It makes me happy to see that you enjoy hybrid stories just as much as I do. I hope you’ll like this chapter as well! Things are still moving slowly, but she meets the pack, so I hope the others are a bit more welcoming than Namjoon 👀 As always, if you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know! I’m happy to hear your thoughts!

When you regained consciousness at some point, the first thing you noticed was the incredible warmth that surrounded you. A smile spread across your face as you pulled your blanket to your chin and stretched your body. Your nose tickled as the smell of dinner hit your nostrils. Any moment you would hear the footsteps of your owners coming up the stairs to tell you dinner was ready. 

But those footsteps didn’t come. 

So you opened your eyes and immediately froze. This was not your room. You looked down and realized that it wasn’t your blanket either, which you had your fingers firmly clutched in. You kicked it off with your feet and with horror your eyes fell on the unfamiliar clothes that covered your body. A pair of gray sweatpants, too long and too wide, with an equally too large t-shirt hanging over them, reaching almost to your thighs, as you realized when you carefully got up from the bed. 

Your bare feet tapped across the wooden floor and on your way to the door you glanced at the other bed. To your relief it was empty. Very slowly you pushed the handle down and whispering voices reached your ears as you carefully opened the door. 

“We don’t know who she is.” Namjoon’s voice was the first one you clearly understood as you reached the top of the stairs leading down. 

“I have to agree with Namjoon,” said a voice you didn’t recognize. You stopped on the first step to listen further. “She could have been sent by anyone.”

“Why would anyone send a hybrid into this forest? A hybrid like her on top of that?” another voice said, “She’s a retriever. I heard from Mike that people practically snatch retrievers out of their hands because they’re so popular.”

“Then why is she here without her owner?”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to cry. You asked yourself the same question. 

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Ghosted II

OT7 x Reader

Summary 

Y/N is a young struggling author in New York, having gone through thick and thin she loses her inspiration to write and is now no longer able to publish upcoming novels. Having just received an eviction notice to her small, old, and worn down apartment. She also receives documents informing her about the inheritance she’s received from her grandfather. An old, abandoned mansion in France's countryside. Having no other option available to her, she decides to move into the ominous building. Unaware of the seven pairs of eyes observing her, invisible to the human eye, as a plot to relieve a curse plaguing seven men is set into motion.

Chapter Warnings: Small implication of sex, but nothing graphic. Jimin wasn’t the nicest person. 

Part Two

Deep breaths, simple, deep breaths. A little mantra you told yourself as the cold wind pulled you closer to your home. The hesitant steps towards the mahogany door echoed underneath you, the gravel suddenly becoming the loudest sound around you. Then the subtle tapping of going up the steps, and soft creak of opening the door. 

Maybe an intruder had entered the manor while she was gone, but the option seemed rather unlikely since the rest of the lights towards the bedroom were still off. Flicking the switch on she looked around, cautious eyes scanning for anything out of place. Yet they came up empty handed, a small amount of tension leaving her shoulders as she walked up stairs down the carpeted hallway.

As if her path wasn’t ominous enough, a subtle chill grew more noticeable as she walked towards her door. It stood slightly ajar, the soft yellow lights sending a streak down the hallway and onto a wall. Rustling could be heard, the distant sound of fabric moving sending a terrified chill down her spine. Taking a closer look, and ignoring the aching beat of her heart, her eyes peaked through the crack in the door. 

Nothing, no one was there. Opening the door, the balcony glass doors had opened. The curtains rising elegantly into the air from the wind. A deep, almost aggravated sigh escaped her. “That old lady really got to me, its just a bunch of stupid curtains.” She huffed, frowning at the way she practically freaked herself out. Walking over to close and now lock the doors, before pushing the curtains together and getting ready for bed. 

The day had been packed, from flying and feeling jet lagged, sleep wasn’t slow to pull her away. Eyelids so heavy she could barely open them, a cumbersome pull refusing any limb to leave its position. Sleep greeted her generously, sending her away softly.

Soft steps could be heard down the hall, the clinking of small platform shoes leading down the hall and growing closer to the master bedroom door. A knock soon followed, low and hesitant as if fearing the contents on the other side of the door. Another knock soon followed, more confident and loud. 

“My lord, have you risen?” A small, timid voice called out before reluctantly opening the door. The maid's eyes widened, a dark red hue dusting her cheeks at the sight of Mr. Park clearly tangled up with another woman. 

The woman gasped at the sight of the maid, grabbing the white sheets to pull over herself to protect the small sense of modesty she still had left. Removing herself from Mr. Park almost instantly. The man had a clear frown stretching across his face, an expression of annoyance adamantly resting across his features. “You wait until I give you permission to enter my room.” He snarled, glancing at the noble lady in his bed. 

“Go on now, partys over.” He flicked his hand, sending her off rather carelessly. The lady frowned, deeply disheartened by his actions as she stood up and rushed off, clearly ashamed to have been caught and treated so rudely in front of a maid.

“What are you still staring at?” Mr. Park snapped, sending the maid out of her frozen state. Her hands on the tray have become sweaty, her anxiety spiking as she approaches him.

“Pardon my lord, I had no intention off…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip, “Interrupting.”  

Keen eyes stared at her, cold and indifferent to any of its subjects. It embarrassed her, an anxiety so unfamiliar it tied knots deep inside her stomach. Her eyes had stayed adamantly on the ground, before wavering in their determination and stealing a glance at the man in front of her. 

Skin so delicate and smooth, yet it carried a small shine of duewiness, no doubt from earlier activities. His hair was frazzled and messy, but the soft gold locks still seemed to frame his face elegantly.  A loose fitted linen night shirt draped over his arms, carelessly tied at the wrists, small bows beginning to come undone. Buttons that aren't quite done up all the way reveal small aspects of his chest, the sight of a narrow scar across his left breast kept her staring. 

The rumor that Lord Park Jimin was one of the most desirable bachelors out there was most certainly, not a rumor at all. 

“You really are something, huh?” The voice called out, sending the maid back to reality. A heat now surrounding her that was unfamiliar, especially in Mr. Parks room. He always kept the balcony doors open. “Pardon me, m’lord.” She muttered, ready to set the tray down and back away before a hand gripped her forearm, tugging her onto the mattress. The silver tray went tumbling onto the floor with a bang, small porcelain containers for milk and sugar cracking while spoons and plates clanged together.  

The bed rustled, sheets tugging on sheets as the maid now laid under the lord. Hands shielding her face, she stared at the man over her. “Now that I look at you,” He grabbed her chin, tilting it to the left and after short deliberation, to the right. “You’re quite pretty for a maid.” 

“What's your name?” He asked, face closer than ever before. “Abigail m’lord.” The maid answered, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well then, Abigail. It seems you have dropped my breakfast.” He snickered, pulling away and leaving the bed. The man carelessly walked onto the balcony. Leaving a flustered and perplexed maid  on his bed. 

Their first meeting wasn’t the last, as the maid fell further and further into the arms of Park Jimin after their first meeting.

Small chatter in the library soon turned to mingling, late night calls for cleaning turned into early mornings. A passion so present in Park Jimin, Abigail could have never wished for something so magical. 

Small anxious footsteps approached the lord quarters, a rather rushed pace as she hurried to her lover. A hand rested over her belly, her thumb rubbing caringly against the fabric of her clothes as a gentle smile rested over her lips before she knocked. Without hesitation, she entered the familiar room. “Jimin, I need to tell you something–” 

The sight of an elderly woman, finely dressed in the most expensive silks peared back at her. An outraged, and cold expression seemingly carved into the older woman, Jimin's mother. “And who are you if I may inquire, to address my son in such a haughty manner.” Bitterness was laced in her voice, a chill running down Abigail's spine. 

A nervous chuckle left her, glancing at her lover. “Jimin, tell her.” She mumbled, wanting a bit of backup. “You know this woman?” Jimin's mother asked, turning towards her son, clearly disgusted. 

Jimin, who stood on the balcony, with his elbows resting against the railing as he looked out onto his forests.

“I do not, mother.” 

Cold. How had the room gotten so cold? Shaken from her dream, Y/N opened her eyes. The small glow of the returning sun lighting the room. The doors to the balcony were open once more, welcoming the morning breeze into her cold arms. Still feeling groggy from her slumber, she shuffled out of her bed and walked towards the balcony, moving the curtains to go outside. Her elbows leaned against the railing, eyes transfixed lazily on the scenery.

Never before had she experienced a dream that vivid. So real and awful all at once, she wasn’t quite sure if she could consider it a nightmare or a simple fragment of her imagination. “I’m a writer all right.” She snickered, rolling her eyes as she walked  back into her room. Closing the doors before getting changed, an odd unfamiliar heaviness loomed over her. 

Who was Park Jimin? 

Walking down the halls, she returned to her bag of groceries she had left in the kitchen. “Didn’t I buy two packs of cheese?” She muttered as she unpacked, it felt like there was less in the bag now too, but that could’ve just been her imagination. Her jet lagged brain last night must’ve forgotten to stock up.

Grabbing a pan and throwing it on the stove, she whisked up an egg in a bowl and made herself an omelet, adding some green onions and cheese afterwards before folding it. Breakfast wasn’t a usual occurrence in her life, as she usually just skipped it and ate during lunch instead. But today was different, she was starving. 

The harsh sound of metal dropping onto tiles had her jumping, looking towards the direction of the sound before seeing a pot had dropped onto the floor. Her heart raced wildly as she crouched down, small squeaking distracting her as she looked off to the side. A small mouse staring back at her, big doe eyes locked on her before running off, a small cheese chunk resting on the floor where it came from. “Stupid mouse! You scared my half to death, wait.. Did you eat my cheese?” 

This house seemed restless, but every time she was beginning to freak out an explanation crossed her path. But something didn’t feel right, there was an odd uneasiness that followed these halls, pulling her down with such weight she could barely keep level-headed.

The soft smell of something burning entered her nose, her body jerking up as she rushed over her now slightly burnt omelet. 

The taste of a lightly chard breakfast wasn’t the best, but it gave her time to think. If she wanted to prove that this was all in her head, and that the old lady was bonkers, then she had to do some investigating herself. Finishing her breakfast before getting up, she put on her coat before leaving the manor.

It was still early in the morning, so the air felt fresh and cold. The grass still had morning due on them, glowing against the sunshine. Throughout her journey towards the town, Y/N was able to devise a plan of action to kick off her investigation. The best place to find information was in the town's library. 

Greeting the occasional passerby, she soon stood in front of the library. It looked old and wooden, unlike the grocery stores that seemed updated and modern this building seemed to have skipped that phase entirely. Pushing open the glass doors, a small jingle of bells revealed her presence to the librarian, who popped up from underneath his desk to greet her. 

The man seemed to be in his mid thirties, a small bald spot forming on the back of his head. “Ah, good morning miss.” He greeted, leaning over his desk. “Is there anything I can be assistance with?” 

“Yes, I moved into the Le Rue estate, and I was wondering if you had any information about it.” A puzzled look sketched itself on the man, before he walked out from behind the counter and began wandering down one of the aisels. He was muttering in a low, mumbled tone. A hand resting against his chin as he walked before coming to an abrupt stop. “I didn’t know that manor was still available.”  He murmured as he looked down at Y/N, bushing his glasses back up as he rushed up on one of the bookshelves. He trailed along the books before pulling out a dusty, old red fabric covered book. The back had turned a soft, washed out pink from sun exposure, the edges being slightly worn. “This ought to do, yes this is it..” He grumbled, before handing her the book. “That's all we have.” He started abruptly, before the jingle of bells summoned him back towards the front door.

She held the book in her hands carefully, watching the odd man leave before walking towards the back of the store where small desks and chairs were laid out for reading. Sitting down with a sigh, “This entire town is bonkers..” She muttered under her breath, opening the pages.

Unimportant information occupied most of the book, from when the manor was built and by whom. 

Then loose pages seemed to slide out of their bindings, leading her to a rather interesting part of the book. An actual police investigation, filed with seven missing people reports. They must’ve been so old at this point the modern police weren't involved anymore. Considering the date, there was no way to actually continue investigations either way.

The first person reported missing was a chief in the manor in the 1830s, a young man called Kim Seok-Jin who disappeared throughout the night.  A small piece of clothing against a pan in the kitchen indicated the only signs of struggle. 

The next person sent chills down her spine, a sudden sense of nausea plaguing her. Her blood ran cold, and the world around her seemed to freeze. The soft clicking of the grandfather clock in the front became the only indicator of time. 

Young lord Park Jimin, vanished without a trace, signs of struggle were apparent. A broken balcony window, a small golden ring retrievable within the rubble. 

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 08

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Mentions of masturbation, naughty thoughts, Yoonji being a brat, fatphobic comments, cuss words, guilt tripping, Yoonji calls yoongi Oppa even though they’re twins. JUNGKOOK MAJOR SIMP, I MEAN MAJOR.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You leave after your sleepover and Jungkook confronts Yoonji, it’s doesn’t go well at all. He tries to distract himself from the anxiety he felt afterwards but his methods makes him miss you more than ever.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 2.9k

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Jungkook wakes up before you, not because he wanted to but because your body was pressed so tightly against his, it made his body react in ways he knew you’d be severely embarrassed about. So he gets up and takes the coldest shower he’s ever taken, he contemplates whether or not to touch himself but when he closes his eyes all he sees is you and your cleavage peeping at him through the buttons of your shirt. Jungkook decides to let the cold shower do its job, he feels bad at the idea of using you for his own lewd dreams, even though he really wants to.

But all his desires go back behind the forbidden door of filthy thoughts in his head, when he goes to check up on you and sees you rubbing your eyes so softly and lovingly. Your hair is all over the place and he has to stop himself from offering to braid it because that seemed a little bit too intimate, too soon.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” he teases,” what do you want for breakfast?”

“Good morning Jungkook,” You sit up and blink the sleepiness away,” we can have whatever you want, but would it be okay if I take a shower first?”

Jungkook doesn’t realized you’ve asked him a question because all he thinks about is the fact that you called him Jungkook and not Kookie. He feels like his heart collapsed in itself and he wants to throw himself on the ground and beg you to call him kookie. That’s how much he craves to hear it rolling off your tongue like it did last night.

He looks down, shy and face red with embarrassment,” you know y/n, y-you can- if you want- you can call me- k-kookie. It’s probably easier than- than Jungkook since it’s only like 6 letters and Jungkook is 8- saves you some time- and it’s cute or whatever..”

His voice trails and you’re smiling too much to see the blush on his face.

“Okay kookie,” you feel your own heartbeat a little faster than usual,” can I take a shower?”

Jungkook smiles,” I’ll make pancakes while you shower.”

Jungkooks making Micky mouse pancakes and he feels a little relieved that Yoonji hasn’t come out yet. She was not a morning person so he figured you two have more time to yourselves before she wakes up. He cuts up some strawberries and patiently waits for you to come out.

You get out of the shower and change into your cozy clothes, a brown pair of shorts with heart back pockets and a matching brown zip up hoodie with a big teddy bear on the back. You felt cute and wanted to see Jungkooks reaction to your outfit since he always dramatically clenched his heart and called you his cute alien princess.

But before you go, you quickly go into his room and grab the lego set sitting lonely on his desk. Last night you felt terrible about his confession but today you’ll make up for it. After all the comfort he’s brought you, you think it’s only fair to comfort him too.

You walk out and see him, your chest tightens and you feel happy,” Kookie.” You called out to him.

Jungkook quickly turns to you, he sees you and wants to run up to you and kiss your cheeks because you just look so fucking adorable.

He doesn’t though because he spots the legos in your hands and he recognizes the twinkle on your eyes that means you won’t back down. He won’t deny you of course, he wants to build his gauntlet and he wants you to whine and ask for help when you get stuck.

“Okay okay- let’s eat first.” Jungkook says, heart in flames in his chest and a big smile on his face.

Once you both finish eating, Jungkook sets up a movie and you two begin building your own little set. You have your brave face on in case Yoonji comes out and decides to tease Jungkook but to your surprise, Yoonji still hadnt made an appearance yet. You sigh in relief since you don’t have to use your brave face anymore.

You were about to ask Jungkook for help but was interrupted by a loud string of banging and grunting coming from the hallway. Bam gets up from his spot on your lap to investigate making you feel cold.

“Jungkook come get your horse dog,” The voice whines and Jungkook jumps to go get Bam since he was always extra friendly.

“Bam,” Jungkook calls out and chuckles when he sees Bam on top of Yoongi who was trying to take his shoes off,” house!”

Bam whines but listens to Jungkook, he solemnly walks off, probably back to your lap but Jungkook knows you’ll welcome him back with kisses and cuddles.

Yoongi scoffs and notices the pink pair of shoes sitting so peacefully next to Jungkooks shoes.

“You have someone over?” Yoongi already knows the answer since that’s all Yoonji talked to him about the night before.

“Yea,” Jungkook smiles down at your shoes, something about the way they so lovingly sat there made his heart float in his chest,” I thought you were getting back tomorrow?”

“I finished early.” Yoongi gets up and makes his way to the living room.

“Oh,” Jungkook walks with Yoongi,” come meet y/n.”

Yoongi hums, he’s nervous to meet you since Yoonji cried about you, she painted you a horrible bitch who treated her like shit. Yoongi was ready to tell you and Jungkook off since no one disrespects his sister and gets away with it.

Except, the instant he sees you, Yoongi feels like the world around him stopped in its tracks, he sees flowers and he hears angels sing at the sight of you and instantly forgets what Yoonji said about you. He knew you were cute because Jungkook only ever described you as such but he didn’t know you were this cute. You sat there blinking with your big round eyes and Yoongi swore that he would give you the world if you wanted it.

He doesn’t understand why he feels this way, he just knows that from this day on if you ever frowned Yoongi would hunt down whatever it was that hurt you. He practically pushes Jungkook out of the way to get to you, who was sitting so lovingly on his couch looking at him with those puppy eyes while you tried to stick those little Lego pieces together.

“Hyung this is Y/n,” Jungkook sits next to you,” y/n this is Yoongi Hyung.”

“Hi.” You smiled and Yoongi stutters over his words, there’s something about you that makes him want to bring his camera out and immortalize your whole being.

He shyly smiles and offers you some cake that he brought from Japan. Yoongi has a scowl on so you can’t really read his expression but his intensity makes you say yes. You grin and Yoongi feels his face buzz with a blush. He turns around almost robotically to fetch the cake he was going to save for the launch party of his photo book but he thinks he’d rather you have it. You decide to follow Yoongi and help him with the cake. Which sets Yoongis heart on fire, because he couldn’t believe how nice you were to offer.

Yoonji on the other hand, finally comes out of her room when she hears Yoongi. She wants to see Yoongi tear into you and Jungkook for being so mean to her. But to her utter dismay, he wasn’t yelling at you at all, he was chuckling at something you said, pathetically blushing. Yoongi didn’t even notice Yoonji either, all he did was nod his head her way, mumbling a soft morning.

Yoonji made her way to the couch to sit next to Jungkook, he tenses but keeps doing what he was doing. Yoonji has her arms crossed, foot tapping away in anger. She was expecting Yoongi to defend her, but no, Yoongi cut a big slice of cake for you with a shy smile on his face. Yoonji felt abused, threatened almost. She couldn’t believe her own twin would completely ignore her and for someone like you? She scoffs which gets Jungkooks attention, he looks up from his legos to see her staring directly at you and Yoongi. Yoongi had brought out his duffel bag now, the same one he takes with him to bring back all the random things he sees on his trips. He digs through it and Jungkook can’t help but smile when he sees how big and curious your eyes were.

“Hyung and y/n are getting along really well aren’t they?” Jungkook comments as he watches Yoongi show you all his souvenirs from Japan like a child showing their parents something they found. He was just a little jealous but then he remembered that Yoongi has a knack for cute things. That’s why his studio has a bunch of cats that he adopted and random cute plushies he’s found. Jungkook can’t be jealous when you’re getting well deserved attention.

Yoonji wants to scoff again, you’re even taking away her own twin,” They’re not even talking or whatever.”

True. Yoongi was just shly and silently showing you and you’d nod your head in approval, but Jungkook could see the connection you two had. He smiled to himself and continued building, totally and completely ignoring Yoonjis tantrum.

You return with your piece of cake and Jungkook eats half of it when you're not looking, just because he can and because he really liked the way you pout when you notice it was almost gone. You were afraid though, that Yoonji or even Yoongi might make comments regarding you but Yoongi kept offering you more and Yoonji completely ignored your whole existence.

Jungkook almost doesn’t want you to leave but you’ve been there all day and you think if you're there any longer Yoonji might have a stroke from how hard she was glaring at you. So you leave for your own apartment but Jungkook still feels the reminiscences of you all over his own apartment. He laid in his bed and it felt empty, no one to cuddle with, no one to squeeze either. He’d check the time on his phone only to see the picture you two took at the gym. Jungkook looks at his desk and sees the one Lego flower you let him keep.

You were everywhere but he didn’t mind it one bit.

In fact, Jungkook kind of liked the idea of you being everywhere around him.

He wants you around him all the time.

Jungkook sighs, he decides he’s going to give your snack ideas a try since you’ve been trying new things for your diet and he loves the snacks you’ve had him try before. He goes to the kitchen and sees Yoonji peeling an apple. She’s humming to herself happy that you were finally gone and Jungkook smiled to himself but seconds later feels a tightness in his chest, he couldn’t forget how she acted with you. Jungkook was disappointed and that’s when he decided now is a good time to tell her, he knew something had to be said.

Otherwise he’d be just like Taehyung.

He walks up to Yoonji and clears his throat to get her attention.

“Noona can we talk?” She smiles at him, thinking he came to apologize.

Yoonji continues what she was doing, not thinking too much about what he had to say, “Sure.”

Jungkook stands tall, like a brick wall since he knew how this confrontation would go down so he stays strong,” Yesterday you said something to y/n that didn’t really sit well with me and-“

“Oh that? I was joking.”

Jungkook bites his lip,” was the salad a joke too?”

“What?” She played dumb.

“When you ordered y/n the salad, was that a joke too?”

Yoonji opened her mouth to defend herself but Yoongi suddenly walks in, yawning loudly and putting his two cents in.

“Yoonji you ordered her a fucking salad?” Yoongi goes to sit next to Jungkook as he rubs his eyes, clearly still feeling tired from his nap. He didn’t think he’d have to deal with his sister’s actions on the day he gets to rest, yet here she was acting as if they stabbed her in the heart.

“Oppa have you seen her?” Yoonji whines when Yoongis glare was directed to her,” don’t get mad at me! Jungkook was going to feed her junk food! She’s fat as it is! I’m the one helping her!”

“Noona but it’s none of your business what y/n eats,” he said gently knowing Yoonji could turn herself into a victim if she so pleased,” it was her cheat day anyways so she’s able to eat different foods on those days like on-“

Yoonji scoffed,” I don’t care, she’s still fat and shouldn’t have them-“

Now yoongi scoffed, clearly offended Yoonji chose to disrespect his new friend,” Yoonji that’s enough, it’s not your place to say what other people eat.”

Yoongi looks at his twin who was full on pouting with giant crocodile tears starting to stream down her face. He then looked at Jungkook who was biting his lip, and looking a little worried over her fake tears.

Yoonji whispered, which made Jungkooks heart ache with more worry,” Why are you guys even ganging up on me? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“We’re not,” Yoongi scoffs,” Yoonji just ask next time? Don’t assume shit.”

Yoonji felt her heart break a million pieces, all she wanted was to help you. She rubs her eyes and throws her apple away before storming off into her room. She slams the door shut and Yoongi wants to groan at her dramatic tantrum but he doesn’t since he knew she’d probably cry even more if he did.

“Kid, don’t worry,” Yoongi pat Jungkooks back to reassure him since he was awfully quiet now,” she’ll get over it.”

Jungkook sighed, he knows but it still doesn’t stop his heart from hurting. He doesn’t like being the type of person to make people cry, especially Yoonji. Ever since they were kids he would protect her and make sure no one would make her cry, But Jungkook found himself feeling extremely tired of it. His head hurts and all he can think about is getting a fluffy hug from you.

Jungkook goes back into his room to lay on his bed, forgetting all about his snack. He’s extremely bored and regrets letting you go home. He pulls his phone out to text you but he sees a notification that you posted on your Instagram account. He clicks on it and quickly likes it before staring at it for a while. It was a picture of you showing off your new yellow dress. He doesn’t remember taking this one for you but he assumes it was Yoon who did. That of course didn’t help the jealousy that ran thick in his heart since he was your camera man. Jealousy aside he could feel his heart squeeze, tight with happiness.

Jungkook sighs into his pillow, he misses the heck out of you now. You’ve instantly made him forget about the anxiety that plagued his chest and you haven’t even spoken to him. All he did was see your picture and he felt like everything would be okay. Jungkook screenshots your post and comments too many heart emojis under it. His fingertips are practically numb with adoration for you.

He lovingly hums, pulling out his switch so that he can distract himself from the familiar growing feeling in his chest, forgetting that he was going to text you. Jungkook hasn’t felt like this since highschool, it almost overwhelms him so he tries to think of other things that won’t give him a heart attack. But as he’s pulling weeds in animal crossing, he gets a text from you. His heart feels the same as it did when he did that marathon, it won’t stop its rapid beating as he quickly opens the text from you.

Alien Princess 💖:

Do you want to go watch a movie tomorrow?

Jungkooks heart bungee jumped in his own chest, snapping him awake to text you back with the biggest smile he’s ever worn before. He’s too impatient to see you tomorrow though.

He wants to see you tonight.

Kookie💪🏻👁👄👁:

How about we go tonight?

Kookie💪🏻👁👄👁:

I’ll pay 🤑

Alien Princess💖:

The movie I want to see isn’t showing tonight ☹️

Alien princess 💖:

But we can go get dinner if you want 🥺💖

Jungkook texts you an ‘okay’ and ‘I’ll pick you up soon.” Before he gets ready, he makes sure his hair is perfectly puffy since he knew you liked dudes with fluffy hair. He grabs his wallet and rushes to put his shoes on, but it wasn’t until he was sitting and tying his shoelaces when he realized something that made him sit there for just a little bit.

The last time he felt this excited to get ready like this, was in highschool before his first date ever with his crush. Jungkook looks down at his shoes, did he perhaps have a crush on you? Is this why he’s been so excited at even the mention of your name?

NAH

He shrugs and continues to tie his shoe, you’re his best friend who he absolutely adores and would cuddle and maybe kiss you if you wanted him to. Jungkook grabs his keys before getting up to look at himself in the mirror that hangs on the wall that Yoonji said was the ‘Fit Check station.’

He nods his head and shrugs once more.

Just normal best friend feelings.

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A/n: Uhm….we love yoongi !!!

Also I’m going to start “cleaning up” the Taglist since it’s kind of a lot and by cleaning up I mean I’m taking off accounts that I see aren’t really interacting/reading with the fic:( sorry

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Before I Leave You (Pt.31)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Taehyung thinks that girl dates are better than regular ones, but she could just be biased because it’s a date with you.

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: wlw, lesbian love story, fluff, first kisses, mild sexual content, hurt/comfort, brief nudity, best friends to lovers, gender euphoria, trans! Taehyung, referenced passed eating disorders, body dysmorphia, gender dysphoria, transphobia, misgendering,  transgender slurs, discussions on femininity, brief violence warning, 

W/c: 11.6k

A/n: this is for the lesbians <3 i hope that everyone whose never had a happy shopping experience can dream of themselves in this slice of heaven with tae and the m/c <3 i think in many ways, their love is so innocent and genuine. they really are best friends~

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Tae doesn’t realize that this outing is more for her than for you until you’re deep within the confines of the store.

It’s extensive; endless isle of pretty pastels and cotton fabrics that promise sweetness with every stitch. It’s a good thing that Tae is well used to ignoring the constant wound of her gender and ignoring what she wants even when it’s right in front of her face. Otherwise she might let her overactive heart and imaginative mind get the better of her. 

Tae feels hot, and vaguely itchy, the unpleasant smell of too many people and industrial strength detergent hovers heavy on the air.

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