Look At The Way Jungkook Laugh When Tae Cant Get How To Skate

look at the way jungkook laugh when tae can’t get how to skate 🥺😭

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“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.

Part I, no.15 kook please 💜

Pompt: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, vaginal fingering, oral (Female receiving)

*sorry for any typos! enjoy:) And don't be shy, send me number and a member!*

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“One of these days y/n, you will just give in and admit you’re in love with me.” You want to wipe off Jungkook’s smug ass smile off his stupidly handsome face as he gazes at you, his arms crossed over his chest. You continue to ignore him though, dipping your chip into the dip.

“In your fucking dreams, Jeon.”

Ari is your best friend, she’s sweet, lovely and overall charming. Her brother though…not sweet, not lovely and maybe just fucking maybe a little charming. In his own weird way. You are more than used to his behavior towards you—he’s just your best friends annoying younger brother.

“Jungkook, why don’t you leave y/n alone?” Ari whines, “She’s going through something right now.”

Your eyes slide to Ari and you roll them, scoffing.

“I’m barely going through anything.” You huff out, “Sung-Ho can suck my dick.”

“He was your boyfriend of 6 months!” she tries to reason for you. “And he…”

“He what?” Jungkook cuts in, his voice serious. “Did he cheat on you? I knew that asshole was well, an asshole.” Jungkook starts getting worked up, his anger bubbling over.

“Chill dude.” You bring the chip to your lips. “The past is in the past.”

“It literally only happened last night…” Ari reasons again. “Anyway, the shower is free now y/n. Feel free to wash all that chlorine off your body!”

“Shall I join you?” Jungkook smirks and you hit his gut, causing him to groan. “Fine, fine.”

You make your way up the stairs and head towards the bathroom. Once inside you begin removing your swim suit and turning on the shower, the water starts off chilly but eventually warms up. You moan when you feel the hot water on your back, you dip your head back letting the water run through your hair and you feel grateful for the alone time. Sung-Ho cheated on you. You found out last night and came running to Ari’s arms, she held you as you sobbed and sobbed.

But today, you are stone cold. Trying to forget the very existence of your ex-boyfriend. How did you find out about him cheating on you? You heard it. You walked into his apartment and heard him fucking some chick in his bedroom. The sounds permanently in your mind.

You hurry with your shower, rinsing off before you are turning off the water. You grab your towel and begin drying off…you search the bathroom for your clothes when it hits you that you left them in Ari’s bedroom. Well, you’ll just make a run for it to her room, no harm no foul.

You leave the bathroom and begin walking towards Ari’s room when you hear a booming voice.

“I’m not leaving until I see her!” You know that voice. Your fucking ex.

“Sung-Ho, get out.” You hear Ari yell back, “Just go!”

You start to feel panicked…Sung-Ho is here? You are half way to her room when you decide you cannot do this. You cannot face him. In panic, you rush to the next closest room. You quietly make your way inside, shutting the door behind you.

You hear Sung-Ho say “Did you hear that?” and you decide you need to hide. You run to the bed and throw back the covers and slip inside the bed, bringing the blanket over your mostly wet body. You realize this is a horrible hiding place but maybe if he comes in here he will think it’s someone else just sleeping. Or something.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens. You feel your heart begin to race, you swear anyone from a 25 mile radius can probably hear it thumping so loudly. You try to hold your breath, not ready to face this situation. You slam your eyes shut and breathe in and out, in and out. Then…the blanket is being lifted off your body, your wet body that is hardly being covered by this sorry of an excuse towel.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Your eyes shoot up and you see Jungkook standing, basically hovering over your body with his arms crossed over his chest. He has the most shit eating grin as his eyes scan your body.

“I’m wearing a towel…” you mumble lamely and he nods his head mockingly.

“I knew this would happen eventually y/n, but maybe not like this.” Jungkook smirks, gesturing towards your body.

“Shut up, Jeon.” You sit up, grabbing the top of the towel and try to slide it up higher, covering more of your breasts. Jungkook’s eyes you shamelessly, his smirk only growing. You take a deep breath and look at him with a frown.

“My ex is here so I’m hiding.” You admit, “Let me live.”

Jungkook’s smirk begins to fade as he processes your words, his eyes hardening.

“That asshole is here?”

“Yeah. So can you keep it down?” You usher for him to quiet down, your hands gesturing for him to lower his volume.

“Ari told me exactly what happened.” He says quietly. “Instead of lowering our volume we could…raise it.” He finishes with raised brows and a sly smile forming.

“W-What do you mean, Jungkook?”

“You heard him with another girl.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, “What if he hears you with another guy?” his fingers dance up your arm and you shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you’re kind of wet and he has his ceiling fan rotating in cold circles or because it’s Jungkook. And he sometimes makes you feel a certain way you would rather forget.

“You want me to get revenge?” you whisper shout, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Don’t you want him to feel what you felt?” Jungkook slides his fingers down your arm, until he’s playing with your fingertips. “I can help you with that.”

“How…how would you help with that?” you ask, feigning innocence.

You know how he could help with that. This wouldn’t be the first time you and Jungkook have messed around. Before you started dating Sung-Ho, you and Jungkook may have accidentally drunkenly hooked up after Ari went to sleep one time. Whoops.

“He probably isn’t used to the sound of you coming…but maybe he should hear it.” Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, they’re playful and scheming and you can’t help but fall for his charm.

“You think you could make me come?” you challenge, “How would you go about that?”

“How about I just show you?” He gently pushes you back by the shoulder, laying you down on his bed, your head falling on his pillow.

“This is just for revenge, Jeon.” You breathe out roughly, anticipating his next move.

He nods his head dramatically. “Oh, for sure.” He says with a smirk. “Revenge only.”

Then his hands are at the towel and he’s slowly unwrapping it from your body, revealing your wet, naked form.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines, “I have fucked my hand thinking about this view again.”

“You’ve thought about me?” you play dumb, “In your fantasies, what do you do first?”

Jungkook crawls over your body and starts kissing down your neck, his lips tickling your sensitive skin.

“Kiss your body.” He admits weakly. “Over and over.” His lips find your collarbone, he sucks on the skin until he continues until his lips are wrapped around you left nipple, his hand massaging your other breast.

“Kiss all the way down.” He whispers, “Until you’re screaming for me.”

“Ari is going to hear…” you realize, your breathe quick and short.

“Mostly importantly your nobody ex is going to hear.” He kisses down your stomach, his lips traveling lower and lower. Then his face is hovering over your pussy, he darts his tongue out and looks up at you.

“Sweet, sweet revenge.” Then his face is buried between yours legs, licking a strip from your hole to your clit causing you to groan in satisfaction that you finally feel him. He starts licking you over and over, flicking his tongue just right. You squirm in your spot on his bed, your loud moans escaping your parted lips.

“Ah….” You whine, “Fingers too, please.” You begin to beg and Jungkook smirks into your pussy. He brings his hand to your center and enters one then two fingers inside your desperate hole.

“Two is all you get.”

“Ugh, one more, please.”

“I said, two is all you get.” He repeats, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“Such a….such a fucking brat, Jeon.” You gasp when he curls his fingers and they brush against a sensitive spot. “Need your mouth.” You beg and he digs back in, his tongue assaulting your bundle of nerves. His warm, wet, slippery tongue is setting you over the edge, your moans filling his ears, filling the room, filling the house. His tongue and fingers fuck you so well, it reminds you of the first time you hooked up with him, how he gave you his full attention.

“So close, Jungkook.” You whine, wrapping your legs around his head. Squeezing him tight as he finally adds in that third finger.

“Gonna-Gonna come.” You warn him, you feel your body tense and get lit on fucking fire as your orgasm approaches.

“Jungkook!” You scream out his name as a huge wave of pleasure washes over you as he continues to lick you up, you move your body around, feeling overly stimulated.

“Okay okay.” You sigh out, completely out of breath.

Jungkook kisses your inner thighs before he is rising from your body. “You were only a little loud.” He pouts, “Might have to fuck you so he can really hear.”

Your eyes widen before you are relaxing beneath him, you can’t help the smirk that draws itself on your face.

“Revenge, right baby?”

SO CUTE AH

Jungkook + enemies to lovers 😫

are yall okay

e2l + teacher au + dilf jk

As a kindergarten teacher, you’ve kind of been conditioned into being a nice person. After all, you spent most of your day surrounded by people with missing front teeth and shoes that light-up— it’s hard to be mean to children. Especially when they’re all so cute and squishy, have the doughiest cheeks on the planet and say the funniest made up words like, “bazillion-jillion” and “jiggly-wiggly.” They were endearing and they were sweet, often making your day without even meaning to.

The same couldn’t be said for their parents.

Areum is sitting in the reading area, backpack neatly placed atop her desk, when her father arrives. Clad in the same dark suit as always, Jeon Jungkook looks extremely out of place in your colorful classroom. “Daddy!” Areum beams, and he has the decency to at least kiss her forehead hello before jumping headfirst into battle with you.

Jeon Jungkook is a single dad, a fact Areum had randomly decided to disclose to you one afternoon in the sandbox, as children do, so you know he has a lot on his plate. Between working and raising a little girl, you imagine it’s difficult for him to unwind. The dark circles under his eyes are a force to be reckoned with, but you suppose it sort of adds to the sexy dad vibe he’s got going on.

(Not that you could ever say that to his face.)

And as understanding as you want to be of his situation, Jungkook is a little… annoying. He’s a good dad! That fact cannot be denied. But even you can look past your sympathy shades to say that scheduling his fifth parent-teacher meeting of the month is a little excessive.

He has this rather incessant fixation with arguing about her grades, convinced— as most parents are —that his kid is the smartest in the world. So even before Jungkook sits down, you already know what he wants to discuss. His briefcase hits the corner of your desk with a thud, before he flashily draws out a red sheet of craft paper from its depths, Areum’s art project from last week. Doesn’t even offer you a greeting. “This is definitely worth an A+.”

You sigh, pressing your hands against your face. “Mr. Jeon,” you begin slowly, “I’ve explained before that her art projects are not graded solely on the quality, but on her ability to follow instructions as well.”

Jungkook bristles, letting the sheet flutter onto your desk. Areum glances over from behind the kid-sized bookshelf, gives the two of you this pointed look as if she’s the adult in the room trying to reign in two fighting kids. The worst part is that it actually works; in a quieter voice, Jungkook hisses, “Areum’s art is good— I think you just hate my kid.”

Your jaw drops. “What—“ you blurt out, belatedly remembering to keep it down. You push yourself to your feet, arms crossed over your chest. “I do not hate anyone’s kid,” you spit, “much less one as as sweet as Areum.”

Jungkook’s jaw twitches, hands on his hips. “I know she’s sweet,” he spits, briefly glancing over at where the topic of your heated interaction is flipping through a a butterfly book. “Sweet and talented, which is why she should’ve gotten an A+, and not a B+.”

You roll your eyes. “Again, not based on her talent only, Mr. Jeon.” Like a kid, he copies your pose, the sleeves of his suit a little strained as his muscles bulge beneath the fabric. He even looked hot when he was mad. You stomp that thought down, whirling around to reach for Areum’s weekly performance review which you hastily slap down onto your desk. “Look,” you huff, flipping through the sheets carefully held together with a pink paper clip, “she’s good at art, but struggles a little with the instructions.”

Jungkook’s sighs, the sound practically a growl from how it catches in the back of his throat. And despite the annoyance wafting off of him in waves, he tries to subtly lean closer to get a look at your notes. He doesn’t drop his stance, doesn’t even apologize for coming on so rudely— not that it’s the first time —without knowing the situation. He remains as on edge as he was when he first walked in. “‘Needs to have instructions repeated multiple times,’” he recites, eyeing your detailed review.

You nod, trying to push the paper closer to him; Jungkook is standing a little too close now, the scent of his cologne tickling your nose. “She tends to get ahead of herself,” you explain, glancing over. You nearly flinch when he looks back, so close. His gaze is solid and unwavering, meeting yours with a serious glint in his as he listens carefully to what you’re saying. “She needs to work on listening first and then doing.”

For a minute, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, choosing to just rub his hand against his chin as he mulls over the information you’ve just presented him. And while standing beside this awfully gorgeous yet slightly hardheaded man is a little overwhelming, it’s better than having him accuse you of hating his five year-old kid. Areum peeks over and you offer her a tight-lipped smile, which she returns with her own sparkly grin. It eases your nerves.

“Okay,” Jungkook suddenly announces, clapping his hands together. The sound makes you jump, makes Areum run over too. He points a finger your way. “So help her improve her listening skills,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “That’s your job, right?”

You frown. “My job is to teach her,” you correct, unimpressed. “A child’s listening skills are something they usually develop at home.”

“At home?” he repeats, mindlessly placing his huge hand on the top of her tiny head. Areum’s got the same dark brown hair as him, the same glossiness and all, too. “So can’t you just come over and help her?”

You choke. “What?” you cough, flustered at Jungkook’s suggestion and how easily it’d rolled off his tongue. “I’m her teacher, Jungkook, not her tutor or nanny or whatever.”

“Miss __ is gonna come over?” Areum exclaims, clinging to her father’s pant leg.

“No,” you rush to correct, trying to respond in a way gentle enough for Areum but blunt enough for Jungkook. “That would be very inappropriate of me, Areum.” The aforementioned father rolls his eyes, stuffs the hand not petting Areum’s head into his pocket.

“Why?” she asks, as most kids do.

You sigh, straightforward in the glare you send Jungkook. “Only people you know and like should be going to your home, honey,” you try to explain, offering her the best, if strained, smile you can muster.

Areum blinks. “But I know and like you,” she says, and you’re touched for all of two seconds before she feels the need to tack on, “and Daddy likes you, too.” You freeze and it’s Jungkook’s turn to jolt in surprise. Areum pushes on. “Yeah, Miss __,” she nods, seemingly recalling a far distant memory. “Daddy calls you the pretty lady from school, mmhm.”

The blood rushes to your face. Jungkook jumps to his own defense. “No,” he chuckles nervously, trying to play it off as he glances between you and his child, “that’s— I didn’t say that, Areum.”

Another frown from the tiny human dead set on embarrassing the two of you. “What? But Daddy, you always ask about Miss__ and you always wanna visit school just to see—“

He interrupts her with a loud cough, cheeks aflame. Not that you’re any better, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. “We should, um,” Jungkook stammers, reaching for his briefcase, “head home now. Yes.” You nod meekly, clumsily handing him Areum’s art project before he can forget it on your desk. Your hands bump and the both of you stumble over each other’s apologies, choppily bidding each other goodbye.

“Bye, Miss __!” Areum calls, unaware of how she’s just reduced two functional adults into stuttering messes. Jungkook, who you previously wanted to throttle for being so annoying and insistent, spares you a shy glance that sends a tingle down your spine. “You can come over whenever you want! Daddy can make you dinner.”