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➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey...

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: One curse word.

AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible.  I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.

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You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.

And you aren't the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.

But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.

And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life. 

It was all because of Jess, your ride or die best friend since college who told you you just HAD to meet her hot friend. He is well dressed, well mannered, and works at the same firm as her, so she knows he is also financially stable. While you would normally shun the lawyer type, especially when you heard all the lewd things Jess’s coworkers would say to her on a regular basis, she claimed he was one of the good ones: polite, kind, and safe - just what you needed. Her words, not yours.

It had been 6 months since your ex broke your heart, and while you had moved on, you weren’t quite ready for steady dating again, but to appease your friend you agreed to the date.

So here you are, once again: sat at a table for two. It was 5 past the agreed time to meet and you’d been here 10. The waiter keeps asking if you want to order anything, and you keep saying no as you sip quietly on your water and tap your feet to calm the jitters.

You had already texted Jess and she said he was probably coming straight from court and not to worry, but after 20 minutes of constantly glancing up to the door to see if some handsome stranger was coming through, you finally felt tears prick in your eyes thinking you were going to have to take the walk of shame soon.

You’d finally resigned yourself to your fate and had just huffed a heavy sigh and slouched back in your seat, when the chime above the door dinged as another patron came in the door. This one alone and very male.

You sat up in your chair to take him in fully in his crisp black on black suit, tailored to perfection, over his lithe yet well defined muscles. His hair was brushed back, exposing an undercut and showing off his jawline (carved by the Gods) and his pretty eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. He brought the October breeze in with him, which fluttered his hair, leaving one loose strand across his forehead, and as he looked around the room, you realized, this must be it. 

Dang, Jess did not prepare you for this guy. He was easily the hottest man you had ever seen in your life. With your nerves getting the better of you, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and waited patiently for him to notice you. Sat alone. Waiting for your date. The over 20 minutes he made you wait, meaning nothing at this point.

As your hand brushed your hair, his eyes found you and he almost did a double take, which had your cheeks turning pink and your goofy smile appearing. He scanned you from head to toe and then slowly, too slowly, made his way toward you with a huge bunny toothed smile on his face that had you nearly fainting by the time he reached your table.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks, placing his hand on the seat across from you. And up close he is no less intimidatingly hot.

You shrug and say, “it is now,” in a voice you didn’t expect yourself to be capable of when so thoroughly disheveled by this Adonis.

As he sits, he scans the room again, like he’s trying to assess his surroundings, as if he wasn’t the one who picked the restaurant. You found it endearing though, because you had done the same thing when you arrived. It was something that gave you a chance to get your bearings, when you went somewhere new.

“You come here often?” He said in an ironic flirtatious voice that broke the tension and had you smiling, much more at ease with the casual way he crossed his arms in front of him on the table and leaned in as if to speak conspiratorially with you. You decided to play along and leant forward as well to almost whisper with him.

“Never been here in my life.”

“Interesting. And here all alone…? Haven’t even ordered anything yet…?” He indicated the menu and water sitting in front of you.

“I was waiting for you.”

His eyebrows shot up and it was then you noticed the piercing in his right eyebrow that had you salivating instantly. You didn’t even know you had a thing for piercings, but apparently you do now!

Seeming to have missed your sudden crisis, he looked you up and down again, taking in everything from your simply styled hair, to your bright lipstick and pristinely pressed cocktail dress, and licked his lips.

“Well, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting then.”

“All’s forgiven.”

You smiled and he smiled back. The waiter came up to the table then, looking happy to finally see a second person join the table. You both agreed on a bottle of wine and before you knew it he was quizzing you about your life and attentively listening like no man had ever done before. He asked you about your job, and actually seemed interested and told you he found successful people attractive (which made you blush). He asked about your family and your friends and what you did when you weren’t saving the world (a joke he made after hearing what you did for a living). He was sweet and kind and humble, even with a face that could drop panties. It was so hot that you made a mental note to text your bestie later to thank her.

Everything was going swimmingly and you were so completely sucked in to talking to this engaging, sweet, handsome man that you didn’t even notice when another man, dressed similarly, but not nearly as tailored walked up to the table and said your name.

“It is y/n, right?”

“Huh?” You asked dumbly as you looked back and forth between the two men. The one you had been speaking with was lazily sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed, taking everything in with a smirk, and the one standing was holding a phone and looking back and forth between it and you.

“It looks like you,” he said as he turned the phone showing a picture of yourself. “Jess sent me this so I’d know who I was meeting.”

The name of your friend had you snapping out of your stupor. “Chan?” you asked as the guy standing at your table began to nod his head, while he looked scathingly at the guy across from you.

If this guy was your date (your face instantly heated up) then who was this guy you’d been talking to?

He had been kind, sweet, he seemed to know exactly what to say when. You had assumed that Jess coached him on your likes and dislikes, because as far as you could tell, he was your exact right match. He liked the same kinds of movies and books as you, he had similar opinions, and the chemistry between the two of you was off the charts. You and Chan both looked at him in disbelief, though with much different motivations (one in awe, one in affront).

“I guess that is my cue to leave,” he said as he stood up, rebuttoning his suit jacket and looking like a complete snack. He waved to the back of the restaurant where an elderly man, dressed similarly, was sitting and waving back. At least, it wasn’t a girl.

What were you saying?…he wasn’t even your date!

His hand on the table in front of you as he leaned into your line of vision brought your attention back to his face. He had moved since you last were facing his direction and now stood on the opposite side of the table as Chan and was leaning down into your line of vision with his sparkly big brown eyes closer than they had yet been tonight. And they were not disappointing.

“If this,” he waves toward Chan, “Ends up going poorly,” he nodded his head down toward the table where you saw him setting down a ticket. 

He left the rest of the insinuation open ended, just simply smiled and winked before he walked off toward his actual table.

“Wow,” Chan said, bringing your attention away from the gorgeous man and back to him just in time to see him taking up the seat the other man had just left. “Some guys have no class. Couldn’t he see you were here on a date?”

A date that was…you checked your watch…almost 50 minutes late, but you decided not to mention it and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

For the next hour, you sat and talked with Chan and had a good time. You have to admit. He had apologized for being late, supplying the exact excuse that Jess had predicted. And he was sweet and smart and funny and you might have even considered going out with him again when he mentioned it as you were saying goodbye outside the restaurant.

Any other day. Any other day where he had been on time and you hadn't met Mystery Fake Date man, then you might even now be saving Chan’s number in your phone. But you were already thinking of that ticket that your mystery man gave you. It was a ticket to a hockey game where your local NHL team was playing their known rivals, and it was later this week. 

By the time game day rolled around, the “what ifs” were eating you alive and you couldn’t let that one chance encounter be your only chance to see him, so you decided to go.

You hadn’t been to a hockey game since you were a kid and your dad took you, but you had always liked the sport, so you figured why not. Jess had been flabbergasted claiming she couldn’t believe you of all people, the painfully cautious over-planner, was actually being so spontaneous and romantic, but what else were you going to do? You hadn’t gotten Mystery Man’s number and you didn’t even know his name. This was your only shot.

He must have made one hell of a first impression, Jess had said. You have no idea, you had responded.

So here you were, in very similar circumstances to earlier that week. Though the venue, clothes and ambiance were drastically different, you once again found yourself seated alone, as the seat for Mr. Fake Date was empty. He was late. It was already time for the team to come out on the ice to sing the National Anthem. How you managed to end up waiting on a late date, once again, was beyond you, but you were starting to get annoyed.

You had just resigned yourself to have fun no matter what. It wasn’t every day you got to go to a hockey game, so you would enjoy yourself regardless of your date.

And then it happened.

The team came out on the ice, circling the ice like dancers in skates and the music had switched to the announcers as they began calling out the lineup for the game. As each player was announced, they slapped their face up on the jumbotron, and you lazily glanced between the ice and the jumbotron until the announcer said the name “Jeon. Jungkook” and the arena erupted in hoots and hollers.

And as you glanced to the screen to see this player who was obviously so well liked, you were staring back at the smiling face and big bright brown eyes of your Mystery Man. He seemed to be intently staring out at the stands, and as you turned to see where he was on the ice, you realized he was looking directly at you. His smile was infectious and you felt your cheeks redden.

Your Fake Date hadn’t invited you to watch the game, he invited you to watch him PLAY.

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Part 2 out now: Not-So-Date Date https://kmpac.tumblr.com/post/674821470257610752/rated-all-summary-after-the-oddest-blind-date

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Every time…every time, he kills me. Only man I’ve ever thought a bucket hat was hot on.

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Awe 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I’m glad you liked it and are eager for more. I have thoughts about a continuation. Hopefully I can get it done soon. I really love this story. 🥰

➸ Rated All

➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey…

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: One curse word.

AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible.  I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.

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You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.

And you aren’t the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.

But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.

And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life. 

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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!

I’m glad it still read well from his perspective 🥰. I really wanted the surprise factor. I definitely think I could write more here. I’m not a very fast poster, unfortunately, because I have a three month old who is always in my lap, so it’s hard to pull out the laptop sometimes, but I would really like to explore this more.

➸ Rated All

➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey…

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: One curse word.

AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible.  I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.

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You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.

And you aren’t the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.

But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.

And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life. 

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➸ Rated All

➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey…

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: One curse word.

AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible.  I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.

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You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.

And you aren’t the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.

But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.

And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life. 

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Holy moly!!!! I’ve just power read every chapter of this story today and I’m just 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

I’m obsessed with this couple and this whole intricate and curious world you’ve built. Wow, wow, wow. I love it and can’t wait for more of it! It’s a masterpiece!

wicked • 8

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 11k

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Note: ahhhh!!! im so excited chapter 8 is finally here!! let me know how you guys feel about it and thank you so much for reading! 

“We’re doing everything we can but…I’m sorry, it’s just too soon to say she’ll be okay.” 

All Jungkook saw was red. He was so livid he couldn’t even speak, Taehyung had looked beyond apologetic and in disbelief himself earlier that day before he had re-entered your room once more. 

Jungkook’s duties had been abandoned and whatever previous anger and resentment he had towards you was quickly replaced by a new anger of how unbelievably reckless you could be! Did you not understand who you were? What you meant to this country? Jungkook leaned against the wall trying to calm himself as he rubbed his forehead. 

True not everyone had been the most kind to you but to go against his orders and put your own life in danger…had he not realized you had disobeyed him you would’ve…! Just the thought had his jaw clenched, when you woke up you were certainly going to have hell to pay from him…

If you woke up. 

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