Pretty Jungkook Tfma 2020

pretty jungkook ♡ tfma 2020

i love jungkook to tits

how am I supposed to live and breathe normally after seeing this?? HOW?!

“Effort makes you. You will regret someday if you don’t do your best now. Don’t think it’s too late but keep working on it. It may take time, but there’s nothing that gets worse due to practising. So practise. You may get depressed, but its evidence that you are doing good.”

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Jeon Jungkook

‘A message for those who are stepping forward to a new beginning and challenges’ (BTS begins program book)

daydreaming and talking to yourself in order to cope so much that when you find out this isn't normal you're shocked.

Angsty break up sex with jk

A door can mean many things.

When you enter, it could be a gateway to another utopia. A place of hope and comfort when you shut it behind you. You're protected from the harsh reality of the world. Doors can keep you safe.

But when you leave, it's bittersweet. Your hand shakes and the knob is wet with your perspiration. Everything you've ever known and loved lays behind you, looming over your weary body like a shadow threatening to swallow you whole. Doors can mean the end.

Sometimes, it's an in-between. A piece that separates two conflicted souls while one chases an escape while the others chase security. It can mean disagreement, a fluctuating back and forth of wanting to fight and letting go.

In the end, it'll only ever keep you safe or signal the end.

Now, you're pressed against your apartment door, back sweaty while Jungkook keeps you upright with his strong arms. The same strong arms that kept you warm during cold winters, the same arms that reached out whenever you were pulling away—the same arms that found solace in another body.

But now, when you begin to forget the ridges of his cock by allowing yourself to be selfish one last time, his arms are almost familiar. The way his fingers dig into your waist right before he hikes up your leg around his leg for leverage. It almost feels like the door wasn't behind you and that Jungkook was the person that kept you firm.

"Your cunt's so sweet," he growls, nose nudged against your neck as you whimper.

He can't see you. It's a request that you made. If you do this, you don't think your heart would survive looking him in the eye while you pretend like you were lovers.

"Harder," you cry, "Please."

Hurt me enough that I'll forget.

Jungkook obliges. He fucks you harder, more desperate. He sheathes his cock so deep into you that your chest constricts when you search for air. Your fingers dig crescent moons in his shoulders, and you welcome his hisses against your neck.

"So good," he murmurs, "So fucking good to me."

So why wasn't that enough?

You blink your tears and you tell yourself to get it together. This was for you. Not for him. Even if he pounds into you and groans into your collarbones, you're the one that's searching for closure. To allow yourself one last feel of all of him before the door separates the two of you forever.

"Gonna cum," you sob.

"Yeah?" he grunts, and for the second time in a too-short time, he betrays you.

Jungkook looks up, catches your eyes with his own and you can't stop it this time. You can't stop the way your heart lurches forward, the sudden realisation that this was it. That this was the last time you could hold him close even if it's stopped feeling like he was near you a long time ago.

And he kisses you.

You gasp, then you cry. Hot tears stain your cheeks and mash against his cheek. He whispers words of apologies against your skin as if he wanted to tattoo his remorse on you forever.

You cum, and your entire body locks when you ride out your orgasm. Jungkook never stops fucking you through it all, even when your body shudders from oversensitivity. It's only when he cums does he pull out, allowing his cream to drip onto the floor while you attempt to stand on wobbly legs.

The doorknob digs into your spine and you're shaken back to reality.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whispers.

He's not. And it's over.

The door opens, then it closes.