Ghosted 01 (M) | JJK

Ghosted 01 (M) | JJK

Pairing: Bartender!Jungkook x Patron!Reader | AU: Arcade Bar AU

Genre: Idiots to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Angst / Humor

Summary: There are a lot of things to love about the local arcade bar, Drinking Games, but you definitely have your favorites: sinking countless hours into a Ms. Pacman knockoff and lovingly tormenting one of the bartenders. It turns out he’s one of the bar’s owners, a friend of one of your friends, and he just might like you back.

Rating: Explicit / 18+

Chapter Word Count: 11.1k

Total Series Wordcount: 31.3k

CW: Sexual (sexual thoughts, inappropriately named cocktails, discussions about sex; explicit smut in future chapters); Violence (none), Language (swearing, dirty talk), Other (Jungkook is a hot fucking mess, food poisoning, brief puke mentions, mutual insecurity)

A/N: This is part one of the fic commissioned by @ggukcangetit and I’m very happy to share that they really liked the fic, so I’m hoping you guys do too! When @ggukcangetit​ commissioned the fic, they told me that they really loved one of my other fics, Frost Impressions, and that they were hoping for a similar enemies to lovers/idiots to lovers vibe. I am proud to say that I absolutely brought some of the cringey awkwardness into this fic. I hope  you all get second-hand embarrassment the way I did when I wrote it, and I also hope that this fic makes you laugh, gives you warm fluffy feelings, and maybe makes your heart ache a little bit. Enjoy 💜💜

As always, I cross-post to Archive of Our Own. If you prefer to read there, I use the same username there as I do here. 💙

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... no words. no thoughts. head empty. the best series ever. oc is smart and independent!! periat. the angst also makes my heart ache in a good way again lmao. pls read this✨

bitchin’ || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 4.8k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao

A/N: Bitchin’ is a multichapter fic, surprise!! This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and helping me with Yara’s character overall.

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PART ONE

12:16 pm.

The time on the clock was glaring at you, a silent caution that today’s lab was going to totally suck.

You could feel irritation start to eat away at you. You and your best friend, Yara, had a deal. She would show up to the dissection today and, in exchange, you would gladly do all the work. But given that class would start in four minutes, you had a sneaking suspicion that Yara was going to in fact skip class after all.

You let your chin sink down into the comfort of your open palm, eyes flickering once again towards the black and white clock that was perched up above the classroom’s blackboard. Usually, you could hear each small tick of time, but seeing as this lab was more exciting, every student in the room was currently chatting amongst their peers, covering the clock’s sound.

You considered for a moment making conversation with your professor. That idea was quickly squashed once you realized that he too was preoccupied – his attention set on the clock as well, allowing the minute hand to make its final journey before beginning the class.

Suddenly, you realized that not only had Yara left you alone, but she had also left you without a partner to do the dissection. You glanced around the room, frowning as you saw that every other table was evenly numbered, meaning you would be forced to join a random pair to make a group of three.

Wicked.

“Good afternoon, everyone.” Mr. Kim began, pausing to take a swig from his coffee mug. “I hope everyone read the email I sent out yesterday in regards to proper attire. If anyone isn’t wearing actual shoes, then I suggest you beat it unless you’re particularly amped at the idea of losing a toe when someone accidentally drops their scalpel.”

A few isolated giggles rang out, but no one made any move to leave.

“No one? Radical. Feet are gross anyway–”

The sound of the classroom door suddenly being pushed open stole away everyone’s attention. The late boy that walked in froze momentarily, clearly not expecting all eyes to fall onto him, but quickly regained his composure as he flashed a smile.

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the stars in your eyes | honey & a blue moon | jjk

+genre: fluff and soft angst

+note: little fluffy drabble for h&abm jeongguk, in honor of the birthday boy!!

The air hung close with sticky humidity. Ideally it was the perfect lazy day indoors; wood floors nice and cool from an AC unit whirring all day in that tiny apartment. There would be a total lunar eclipse later that day, when the moon cooled the night over. A perfect end to a hot, lazy day.

Ideally, Jeongguk thought. But he couldn’t say he was upset at how his day panned out.

The sun was just setting, a last glimpse of it dowsing the sky in a vibrant orange that smoothed over into soft pinks. Jeongguk was balancing a popsicle stick between his teeth as he replied to forgotten group chats. There was a faint thump that almost went unnoticed by the low television noise he had on in the background. From out on his balcony there came soft taps on the glass.

“Hey, you,” you greeted with a cheeky smile. Jeongguk shut the balcony door behind you.

“I live on the 4th floor?”

“You act like I’m human?” you mocked.

“It’s still light out! If my neighbor saw you jump, or climb, or teleport— whatever— her little old heart would have given out!”

“God forbid you lose your Christmas cookie supplier,” you joked. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Popsicle?”

“You know where they are,” Jeongguk sighed, though his eyes were still dreamy as they followed you toward the fridge. Something was off.

Jeongguk scanned your face over, your expression all smiles and not an ounce of worry. Usually you dropped by unexpectedly when something happened— more often than not for bad news or to talk about how stressful work was. He gently pulled you to sit on the couch, worriedly checking you for signs of illness or a fever. Could gods get sick?

“Is… everything okay?” Jeongguk asked carefully.

You blinked a few times, gears visibly turning in your head and Jeongguk had to wave a hand in front of your eyes for you to focus.

“Hm? Oh— yeah, everything’s cool.”

“You don’t… sound like it.”

“It’s the moon,” you explained simply. His eyes looked at you with doubtful confusion, but there was a clear relief in how his body looked less tense. The news he saw earlier clicked.

“Lunar eclipse?” Jeongguk asked with a fond smile.

You nodded, head lolling a little. “Yeah. Makes me kinda funny. Kinda clingy.” He hummed and his heart thumped rapidly, almost painfully, in his chest.

The sky slowly shifted into its rich deep blues, the sky turning darker still with specks of stars. Even the sky looked a little off to Jeongguk, and he looked at how continuously dazed you looked. Your eyes were glued to him, a little out of focus, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little at how cute it was. It was a different attitude; softer, more innocent.

The couch shifted with your movement and you crawled over to him, his eyes unsteady and his palms feeling moist under his own shifting weight. Your head rested on his chest, eyes fluttered shut and Jeongguk felt his heart in his throat.

“Wh-“

“Just let me love you like this for a while,” you said softly, cheek nuzzling into him comfortably.

And whether you meant this moment or your constant push and pull on his feelings, he wasn’t sure. Past words— a promise, replayed in his head.

I don’t want to play with your feelings. That’s not what I’m doing. I care about you more than I want to believe, but it’s... complicated, and I don’t want you to end up hurting.

There was never much physical affection from you, casual flirting if anything. Doubts that you never voiced were constantly keeping you worried, holding you back. You wanted to be loved, yet he’d never seen you more content than right now and though it was the moon and all its phases, he let you have it. His heart could take it.

Jeongguk laid on his couch amidst a lunar eclipse he wasn’t sure would ever end with you resting happily on his chest. He let his eyes close, the low television ambience nothing more than white noise to him and he let himself smile, enjoy the moment.

It was quiet, it was warm. This was the pleasantness you spoke of; the close proximity and delight in his company.

Softly, a kiss was pressed to his forehead, and upon opening his eyes in gentle surprise he saw his galaxy reflected in your eyes. It was quiet but his mind was loud with declaration of his undying love for you. A love that hurt, but he was sure— hopeful, maybe— that one day your heart’s door would fully open to him, let him in.

“Maybe one day,” Jeongguk started softly, “you’ll give me the stars in your eyes.”

And in the dimly lit room, head clouded and in a dreamlike trance, you smiled tenderly with a response. “Someday. But right now, I’ll give you my words.” And then your lips were on his, innocently, sweetly. It was far beyond anything he’d expected, but he melted under your soft glow nonetheless. Slowly, you pulled away, eyes opening to pierce his lovesick ones with all the stars in yours; they held hopes and promises unsaid. “I love you.”

The whispered words echoed through him. A bashful smile lit up his eyes, a glimmer in them like no other except when he was with you. He had no words.

You lowered yourself to lay on his chest again, a sweet kiss placed on his jaw. And just like that you fell asleep, the eclipse finally coming to a full pass. The moon was shining brighter than before, Jeongguk swore this. It’s flicker was subtle but beautiful. Quietly and to himself he thanked the universe for such a lovely creation. But when he gazed down, taking in your sleeping face, his heart clenche. There were reasons and uncertainties like thorns in his heart, much like yours.

—

The lunar eclipse had long passed but you were so sound asleep Jeongguk didn’t have the heart to call Yoongi to pick you up. He was worried you might fall off his motorcycle if you were still feeling funny and dazed, though to himself he admitted he wanted to be a little selfish and keep you close. He had just tucked you in when he felt a tug at his shirt. Twinkles in your eyes pleaded for him not to go.

“Jeongguk…” you whined softly. He hummed an answer though his voice was unsteady with a deepening fondness. “Please, stay,” you pleaded sleepily. “I only ever sleep when you’re with me.”

“Alright.”

There was no fighting it but his chest remained tight. The softness of your lips, a ghost of a feeling now. Jeongguk wanted to pepper your sleeping face in kisses, kiss you right until you both panted softly when you parted. But he would wait until you were ready. The sweetness of you hummed in his chest and he could only be patient. He wished it wasn’t just the moon making you like this. It brought illusions of hope.

Jeongguk shuffled towards you, under warm covers, and held you close. Gods didn’t need to sleep, but his heart leapt knowing he was a source comfortable enough to get you to do so. He wondered if you could dream, and if you dreamed of him like he did you.

From sleep you stirred awake, still in his arms, groggily smiling up at him from the safety of his embrace. “Saying it… makes my head fuzzy.”

“Saying what?” Jeongguk lazily ran his fingers through your hair.

There was no answer, too sleepy to do so as your body recovered from the lunar eclipse. There was a moment longer where you let your face press into his chest, hands clutching the fabric there and you spoke up again. “Loving you makes my heart fuzzy, too.”

In the passing hours of the night his heart wavered enough to go unnoticed by himself. Hope and patience aren’t eternal.

this scenario is j so funny its vrry enjoyable to read,,, i suggest reading this drabble + the oneshot based on it.

jeon jeongguk is the worst roommate ever and it’s not your fault if you end up killing him one day. or the one where your roommate jeongguk accidentally breaks your vibrator because he thought it was for massaging stuff. 1.5k 

Jeongguk is annoying. It’s not even an opinion anymore, it’s a straight fact. He irks every fibre in your being, poking at you all the time with a shit-eating grin. But this, this right here is the final straw. The straw that breaks the camel’s back or whatever proverbial shit Namjoon was talking about in his philosophical discussion the last time you got together for lunch. You’re not focused on the schematics right now, only pure fury pumping your legs forward as you kick the door of your room open and storm into the living room. He’s sat pretty on the couch, hair pushed back by a pink headband and his dirty feet propped up on the coffee table. You freeze, the anger you feel psychically making your body seize up. Not to be anal, but you’d asked Jeongguk repeatedly, to keep his dirty ass feet off the table, but here he was, ignoring your request once again.

You twirl the broken vibrator in your hand and wonder how much you’re willing to risk being charged with physical assault and battery when he tilts his head in your direction - not even bothering to break his eyes from the show flashing on the screen.

“What’s up with you?” He says. “Kicking the doors like you’re Bigfoot. You have hands right? Use them.”

Maybe having a criminal record could be worthwhile after all.

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makes me heart warm <333 fluffiest fluffy fic ever :)

Sugar and Coffee [21]

Chapter 20 - Chapter 21

➜ Words: 4.5k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn’t hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it’s not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

cr.

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acatalepsy

— 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ; 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦

chapter summary; The amount of times he’s seen you stretch yourself thin for this place was unreal. Jungkook liked Oleander as much as the next person, but occasionally he’d get hit with doubts. What would they do once the entity found them? Jungkook thinks he’d run. He’d take you and run far away, leaving this whole place behind. He’ll never tell you this, though, because he knew you loved Oleander too much. And if you didn’t, the responsibilities that tied you to it would never let you abandon the people like that anyway. overall warnings; gorey scenes, depictions of death, appearance of weapons, survival!au, apocalypse!au, super l o o s e bird box!au (no birds - jk is the bird 👀), eventual smut, dark and angsty, major character death chapter specifics; nudity, mentions of masturbation, unreal levels of horniness from jungkook, mentions of death, 1 fight scene, use of weapons, jungkook abusing tf outta pet names, loads of pessimistic jungkook word count; 10k

notes; as always ty to my amazing editor rumu 🥺<333 this part isn’t as dark as part one, but anyway enjoy in love but on edge jungkook lmao 

part one ⇠ part two ⇢ part three (soon!)

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