Please Please More Chapters Of University Superstar

please please more chapters of University Superstar🙏🏻🙏🏻😍

I absolutely will! Working on it rn! 🧞‍♀️

I have a few scenarios planned out in my head, but school is nuts and life is even more nuts, so Imma try and get them out as fast as time allows me to.

you’re such a talented writer OMG! i love your work & i can’t wait to read more. if you ever take requests i would love to see how you write jimin hehe. <3

My gosh, thank you so much for taking the time to read what I've got! It really means a lot to me <3.

I will for sure let you know when I am ready to do requests. Currently am in the middle of organizing a lot of my writings, but fs have a plan to take requests in the future.

hi hi hi hi hi im SCREAMING university superstar jk has me in his clutchessss 😭😭 i’m so pleased he apologized (go character development GO) and would love to know what he would create for that student activity/ what he loves the most about himself (if you happen to have an idea :)!! i really like your writing style and would LOVE to read more of your work 🥰🫶

Ahhhhh!!!!!! I’m so glad you liked it 🥺. As for the project…I’d say University Superstar JK would definitely fill in the prompt with either something super cocky or super sweet lol. But…given that towards end of the fic, JK shows his sentimental side and he really sympathizes with the projects after getting kicked out from Y/n, I think he’d fill in the prompt with the latter. This is actually a hard question to answer because there’s so many things to love about Jungkook, but I feel he’d say [I love my hands because they make me feel connected to the earth] or [I love my eyes because they make me feel/see the beauty in life]. I’m not entirely sure, but I feel like JK feels an extreme connection to what keeps him ground to reality, if that makes sense. Especially in this fic, Jungkook has a lot going on in his head, so I feel the features of himself that connect him to life outside of his thoughts are really important to him.

Im so so SO glad you like my writings! I have so many written, I am just in the very long process of organizing all my messy editing lol. Stay tuned…🤨🫰🫰

I am SO happy to have found u💜 Can't wait to read everything you've got!

Ahhhhh! I'm so glad you like my stories! I am... very shy right now lol. You're my first ask 👉👈 (not to put you on a pedestal or anything).

Wasn't expecting so much positive feedback, either! I hope you like my future writings... I have so many written but they're in a completely chaotic mess right now? ㅜㅡㅜ I hope to get my act together ASAP 😤🫡. Thanks for taking the time to read what is out, though!

Jungkookstatts Matsterlist

[Last Updated]: February 7, 2024

[Codes]: [☀]: fluff, [⛆]: angst, [❤]: smut, [♔]: drabble 

[Disclaimer]: What is currently on this list is all that I have written so far. More is to come <3. The list is organized in order from oldest to newest.

Jeon Jungkook [전정국] 

“You’re Sick, Baby,”  [☀]

Massage Envy [☀] [❤] 

University Superstar [☀] [⛆] [❤]

       - JEON 07  [☀] [❤]

       - Drabble 1 [☀] [♔]

       - Drabble 2 [☀] [❤] [♔]

       - Drabble 3 [☀] [♔]

When She Loved Me [⛆] [❤]

Not in the Way You Think [☀] [⛆] [❤]

What We Need [☀] [❤]

Drabble 1 [☀]

Drabble 2 [☀] [❤]

All Over Again [☀] [❤]

Cherry Flavored [☀] [❤]

Kim Namjoon [김남준] 

Eight Years [☀] [❤]

Drabble 1 [☀] [♔]

Kim Taehyung [김태형] 

As Thunder Rolls [☀] [⛆] [❤]

About Me + Asks 

안녕하세요, 여려분 [Formal ‘about me’ post]

Ask's are under #jungkookstattsask

Omg university superstar is so good 😭😭😭 and that drabble with the kids is so sweet omg i cant help but imagine one of oc's students liking her so much, they claim they'll marry her when they're older (you know like how kids do that to their parent) and kook just getting slightly jealous cuz oc is kook's forever!!

University Superstar Drabble 2

[Summary]: Jungkook is competitive. In fact, he's so competitive that he's come to realize that that side of him doesn't dwindle with anyone. Not even with 5-year-olds. Not even with one of your students, Ju-Won, who claims he is your husband.

[Theme]: UniversitySuperstar!AU, Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, EstablishedRealtionship!AU

[Rating]: Flufffff, 18+ for mentions of the deed, fun competition between a grown man and a child

[Word Count]: 2,070

[A/N]: I may or may not have received butterflies in my tum while writing this.

[Masterlist] [Drabble (3)]

Making out with Jungkook is by far your favorite pastime. He’s so much softer than you anticipated, most especially in the morning. Although his morning breath is terrible and his morning wood pokes you with every given moment, the innocence of his intent is too much to deny. Jungkook is truly hard to resist.

His body glimmers with sleep, sluggish and covered in nothing but a pair of black Calvin’s and the duvet’s sheets. But he finds it within himself to wrap you in his embrace and keep you warm against his skin. A tattooed arm comes to rub at your back, tracing gentle circles along the knots of your spine with his fingertips.

Jungkook hums into your mouth as you kiss him, prompting you to tilt your head just a little further to taste the honey of his mouth. With his permission, he allows you to do so.

His hair is knotty and messy, brown locks sticking up in every which way. But you allow yourself to run your fingers through his soft locks, pulling on them every so often, knowing it gets him feeling a certain way.

He’s pliable when he kisses you like this. Just a pure good boy wanting to feel you love him. Jungkook loves when you hold him; every inch of you makes him melt, feeling like his skin fuses with yours with every touch. The way you touch him fuels him in a way you’d probably never understand.

However, your boyfriend groans in discontent as you pull away from his lips, breaking the kiss.

“I have to go to work,” you chuckle against his cheek, gently pushing against his chest.

He only pushes himself closer, shaking his head 'no' as he comes back to kiss you. Legs intermingle with yours, wrapping around you and forcing you to trap your heat within the sheets.

“Yes,” you giggle, turning your head away from him when he tries to kiss you again.

The pout on his lips almost makes you regret denying him. But it’s 10:25 and you only have 20 minutes to get ready if you want to make it to work on time.

“No,” he croaks, morning voice prevalent. “Stay with me.”

Jungkook buries his nose in your neck, inhaling the smell of your skin. You smell like rain and roses and he can’t get enough. You’re addicting, but even more so when he recognizes his own scent adorning your skin. The reminder of last night is prevalent as he wraps his arms around your back, pulling your chest close to his. You’re in his t-shirt, and he smiles with pride when the mixture of himself and yourself come together as one.

“I can’t, Kook,” you kiss the crown of his head. “I gotta teach these children. They’re in a critical learning stage. Missing a day is not an option.”

“You’re only an intern, though,” he wines. “Why isn’t the actual teacher doing her job?”

“Because I’m the intern,” you laugh. “I am Mrs. Kim’s bitch until I get my teaching certificate.”

“Wrong,” he smiles into your skin, biting it a little afterward. “You’re my bitch.”

The way your interning works is usually a mixed system. Either you teach for the first half of the day, the second half of the day, or together with Mrs. Kim. Today is a second-half-of-the-day type of schedule, and you’re glad you were able to sleep in a little while longer than usual.

Whether intentional or not, Jungkook’s morning wood presses against your core as his legs wrap tighter around your own. You’re not wearing anything besides his t-shirt, so the feeling of his clothed cock against your entrance makes it harder for you to keep your word.

“Talk that up with Mrs.Kim, babe,” you chuckle, pulling him up by the chin just enough to give his forehead a peck. “Now let me go. I have 5 minutes to cover all these hickies and look like we didn’t have 3 rounds of sex last night.”

“My point exactly,” he smirks, letting you out of his embrace. He situates his cock in his boxers with an uncomfortable clearing of the throat. He tries not to look at the wet mark your pussy left on the fabric of them while you move away. Staring down at his unclothed chest, you watch him move his hands away from his boxers and point at you in discussion. “That’s an odd number. Gotta make it 4 or else it’ll be bad luck.”

“Says Who?” You squint, trying to see the logic in even vs. odd numbered sex.

“Says anyone ever,” he raises an eyebrow, an antagonizing smirk forming on his lips. “Not joking.”

“You’re impossible,” you laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn from him and make your way into the bathroom. You hear your boyfriend’s laughs as you walk away, trying to hide the smile that dares to make its way onto your face.

You’ve never had to buy green concealer before you met Jungkook. But he’s a sex demon, and he loves to turn you into a human plum at any given moment. Hence, you start your hasty effort in getting ready with it, covering up the multiple spots on your neck that your selected outfit does not hide.

To your surprise, by the time you’re out of the bathroom, Jungkook’s well-dressed and groomed. Gray sweatpants and black t-shirt, your boyfriend admits the most comfortable aura you wish you could surround yourself in all day. It's a bittersweet sight.

“Where are you headed?” You smile, slipping your hands around his waist.

“Gonna drive you to work,” he suggests. A tattooed hand comes up to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’ll pick you up. I have nothing going on today besides practice from 11-2.”

“No classes?” you ask, surprised.

“Not on Mondays,” he kisses the bridge of your nose.

“Okay,” you smile, kissing his lips softly before you head out the door.

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Jungkook walks with you into the school. He claims he wants to say 'hi' to Principal Green, but you know he just wants to spend as much time with you as he can before you’re off teaching. However, when you enter the teacher’s lounge, there’s a screaming kid sitting at the table with a very concerned and slightly pissed-off Aecha.

“Thank God!” Aecha exhales as you walk in. The weight physically lifts off her shoulders at the sight of you.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. You drop your bag near the door before coming over to her and the wailing child.

The student is one of the kids in your class, Ju-Won. At the sound of your voice, the small boy hops out of his chair and nearly jumps into your arms, sobbing into your dress shirt.

“He fell and scraped his knee at recess,” Aecha pinches the skin between her eyes. “We’ve been trying to clean his wounds, but he won’t let any of us besides you do it.”

“Ju-Won,” you frown. “What’s this about?” you softly pat his head, lifting him back down onto the chair. The first aid kit is on the table, stuff scattered everywhere probably from multiple attempts from Aecha trying to help him. You immediately start pulling picking out the supplies you need and organizing them on the table.

Ju-Won sniffs as you take out the disinfectant spray, his hands aggressively wiping at the tears on his face.

“You have to let others besides me help you, Ju-Won,” you explain, laying out the bandages and ointment.

This is typical of Ju-Won. He’s a very shy boy; he actually reminds you of Jungkook in some ways. He’s got that look of goodness in his eyes, a gentle touch with everything he handles, and an aggressive need to be near what he wants. Which just so happens to be you. The boy can’t stand a single day where you don’t come into class and teach. The one day you called off, Mrs. Kim told you Ju-Won was kicking and screaming nearly the entire day because he wanted to see you.

“N-No,” he sobs. You quickly tell him that you’re going to spray the disinfectant, but he continues crying throughout the tingled spray. You tell him he did a good job, but all he cares about is telling you his reasoning. “I only trust Ms. Y/l/n,”

“And why’s that?” you laugh, placing the bandaid on his knee.

“Because I want to marry you one day, Ms. Y/l/n,”

You can hear Aecha spit her coffee into the sink. Several covered coughs fill the air as she tries to quiet down. She hastily rips a napkin from the roll on the counter and wipes at her face. Meanwhile, you can literally feel the wideness of Jungkook’s eyes behind you. All movement from him seems to stop as Ju-Won climbs into your embrace again.

“Ms. Y/l/n, will you marry me?” the small boy asks you innocently, looking up at you with red eyes and a smile with one too many missing teeth. Not a single ounce of previous discomfort is on his features. It’s as if all his pain went away at his proclamation of marriage.

You can’t find it in yourself to say anything as you contain your laughter, but Jungkook definitely does.

“Woah, hey there bud,” he starts, grabbing the small human gently underneath his armpits and lifting him off your body. Jungkook places the boys small feet on the ground, despite his retaliative kicking when Jungkook pulls him away from you. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

An angry Ju-Won turns around and kicks Jungkook’s shin, “She’s my wife!” Ju-Won sticks his tongue out at Jungkook while he rubs at the spot the small man kicked. “You shouldn’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook harshly, but not with too much force (because he’s still just a kindergartener), pokes the boy's forehead, causing Ju-Won to stumble back a little bit. “If you’re her husband, what does that make me?”

“The ring bearer,” the boy smirks. You can visibly see Jungkook’s eye twitch, his fist balling up as he faces your “husband”.

Aecha is dying in the background, and honestly, you’re not far from doing the same. Ju-Won’s insistence on being your husband is hilarious, but what’s even more so is the fact that Jungkook is acting like Ju-Won totally isn't a 5-year-old who has no idea what the point of marriage even is about.

“You think tha—” Jungkook starts in rage, but Ju-Won kicks his shin again. “Fu—Would you stop that?”

You laugh into your elbow, trying hard to contain the tears. Finally, you muster up the intent to stop this fight from getting any worse. Coming between the two, you carefully separate the competitive boys.

“Y/n,” your boyfriend starts, turning you towards him. “You just gonna let him claim you like that? Need I remind you that last ni—”

“He is five years old, Jungkook,” you stifle a laugh. Behind you, Ju-Won is pulling on your skirt, asking for your attention. Jungkook’s mouth falls when you give it to him. You crouch down to his level and put on a smile despite your fusing boyfriend behind you.

“Let's get you back to class, yeah?” you ask him. Ju-Won happily nods before looking over your shoulder at Jungkook. Squinting his eyes he pokes his tongue out at him again. Jungkook mimics him, but ultimately Ju-Won gets the last word when he smiles at Jungkook from the doorway where you lead him out, telling him with a grin that you’re all his right now.

“Looks like you’re gonna need to put your foot down, Jeon,” Aecha giggles from behind him.

“That twat,” he clenches his fist. “As if he’s her husband. That’s my title.”

“Need I remind you that you are still currently Y/n’s boyfriend?” She takes a sip of her coffee.

“Future title,” he corrects.

“I dunno~” she mocks, moving over to her desk with an antagonizing smile. “You clearly got some competition.”

Jungkook gulps.

Yeah, he does.

Not just with 5-year-olds, but with nearly every man who lays his eyes on you. Jungkook knows you’re a catch. And if you’re going to cover up his hickies every day, how else is he going to make it known that he and you belong to each other?

“Maybe I need to buy a ring.”

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]