Bub, What About Some Tiny Tinyyy Spoiler For New Ch Of Iny? Sorry, I'm Just Really Excited

Bub, what about some tiny tinyyy spoiler for new ch of iny?🥹👉👈 sorry, I'm just really excited😭

here’s the start of the 4th chapter :

(unedited & raw)

Octobers rain conjures a sweet pattern on the ceiling-to-floor windows that decorate Taehyung’s family homes library. The thousands of liquid globes reflect the greenery of nature outside, but more so, they mirror the hurricane that brews inside you.

You imagine each drop sitting on your skin like a perfectly cold puddle. The idea of the water stealing your bodies heat becoming slightly tempting. You feel a soothing coziness in your suffering, perhaps the predictability of your sadness aiding you to form the ambiguous conclusion. You could easily dash through the pounding rain with your head and eyes casted downwards, but you refrain from doing so, the old library providing you with enough temporary comfort.

Memories of Taehyung hiding you here, away from his father, play in your mind like an all-time classic song. Your heart aches as the visual of him smiling settles inside you, his words from earlier stinging you again.

Distracting yourself, you survey a few of the guests leaving. The windows providing you a perfect view of the outside. Casual cocktail dresses and smart jackets getting soaked, you laugh at the sight. No one had expected it to rain, but you were sure the sky was crying on your behalf. Enough tears had been shed by yourself, and now it was natures turn.

The scent of old books lingers in the air accompanied by the soft, orchestral music that spills from downstairs. You contemplate about when you should leave, staying inside this dreaded place was doing you no good. Your fingers tighten around your dress, your pulse quickening as you resist the urge to go back to Taehyung. Craving his comfort was becoming a need.

This really isn’t healthy, Y/N. You tell yourself, over and over.

Your heart thumps, skin heats and body shivers. Eyes drifting around the library, the reader in you yearns to escape into one of these stories, your own fairytale beginning to pain you more than usual.

A deep breath escapes you as you remember the way Taehyung looked at you, determined and so very powerful, as though his sole goal in life was to pursue your pleasure. Your legs clench together, the memory of him grinding his bulge against you settles in your mind.

Stop thinking about him.

You were hurting and in an immense amount of pain, but nothing was able to stop you from dwelling on what happened between you and Taehyung, and that’s when you knew that you’d pursue any form of danger for him.

A deep fear settles in your heart, knowing full well that you may never find this feeling with someone else. And what hurt the most was the ‘may never’ was a far cry from the truth.

The moment you and Taehyung shared was something that will never happen again, because after all… his heart and soul evidently lies in someone else’s arms.

Pacing up and down the library, tears well in your eyes again. You were in dire need of comfort, but the compulsion to isolate yourself from everyone was much stronger.

“Y/N?”

The mellow voice startles you, causing you to jump a little.

Taehyung.

chapter four ; coming soon || mlist

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jungkook scenario | gamomania

gamomania /ɡæmə(ʊ)ˈmeɪnɪə/ noun. 1) a form of mania characterised by strange and extravagant proposals of marriage. 2) an excessive longing for the married state.

❝ Your best friend has been proposing to you since preschool. Granted, he didn’t know what marriage meant at age four. But he certainly knows what it means now… ❞

➝ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➝ word count: 6.2k

➝ genre: fluff, mild angst, childhood friends au

➝ warnings: implied/light smut, swearing, an excessive amount of marriage proposals, tooth-rooting sweetness

➝ author’s note: I’m a sucker for childhood friends aus. so here’s another one. surprise! hopefully you all enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

[22 years ago: age 4]

“Marry me!”

You look up from the sand pit, squinting past the sunshine, and find a young boy standing over you. He’s small for his age, with black hair matted across his forehead, damp with sweat. His knees are scraped, and a plaster is peeling off his cheek, but he’s triumphant, with his fingers wrapped around a golden ring.

You recognise the ring before you recognise him.

It’s the ring from the tree at the bottom of the playground. One day a group of your preschool friends discovered it while making mud pies in the dampest corner. It was caught around a bent twig. None of you knew how it got up in the tree, but that didn’t stop your imaginations. Some said a dragon dropped it while carrying treasure back to its nest, others said a wizard left it there to test anyone brave enough to climb up to retrieve it, and still others said an alien deposited it there, and one day tiny alien babies were going to pop out from it and take over the Earth.

Your best friend said it got there after a marriage proposal went horribly wrong and a woman threw it there in anger, screaming at her soon to be ex, “No. Absolutely not! Not after that!” At least that’s what your best friend’s mum said, and you trusted the authority of a grown-up. Even if you didn’t know what that was.

But now, the ring is no longer stuck in the tree, becoming a part of the bark as the branches grow around it. Instead, it’s in this boy’s hand. A boy, who, after a few more moments of squinting, you recognise to be Jeon Jungkook. He goes to your preschool, but you’ve never talked to him because you’re convinced he has boy germs.

He rubs his nose, and rubs in a spot of dirt. In case you hadn’t heard him the first time, he repeats it again. “Marry me?”

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crushin’ on him (cr. dwellingsouls)

seven.

rivers over stones ; j.jk

pairing ; jeon jungkook x reader

summary ; you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

words ; 37.6k ,, yea ,,

warnings / includes ; swearing, mentions of death, one sex scene ? but it’s not at all explicit, lots of goddamn angst and fluff, you and jungkook are emotionally constipated, jungkook being a dick, jungkook being a soft bun, jungkook being a love-sick sap, jk and y/n literally either fight or flirt or fuck no joke, the rest of bts having cameos, reader is a baker !!, and finally *gasps for dramatic effect* a baby (o_o)

a/n ; okay so ,, sorry for taking literally half a year to write this ,,,,, i have no excuses, it was supposed to come a lot earlier but life got in the way :(( but !! it’s finally out and i rlly hope you like it !! OH thank you for 3.1k yall wtf ? i don’t deserve yall :( this fic is based on the movie life as we know it !! yall know im not a huge fan of rom coms but my friend made me watch it so why not make it a fic ??? also huge thanks to @flowerboyyoonbin​, who i have annoyingly rambled about this fic to since day one. anygays, pls enjoy !!! comments and feedback are always welcome !

“Goddamn… zipper,” you huffed, twisting your arms to reach the cold metal tab between your shoulder blades and attempting to tug it upwards. After struggling for quite a while, you managed to yank it up to the neckline of the dress.

You slipped your feet into heels you just knew you were going to regret later in the evening whilst lightly touching up your makeup. As you leaned into the mirror, you silently prayed that all this dolling up wouldn’t go to waste.

Having not gone on a date in almost seven months, your best friend, Jihyo, took it upon herself to set you up on a blind date, doing so in a flurry of flailing arms and phone calls. With her boyfriend’s own best friend, at that. 

Jihyo’s romanticism never failed to amaze you.

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