Jungkook X Butter : Epilogue Film

jungkook x butter : epilogue film

this is so cute and fluffy and the flirting from oc >>> jungkook from that vlive was something else and has me thinking all kinds of scenarios. i loved how soft this was !!! it was everything ♥︎

after hours | jjk

pairing | jungkook x reader genre | establishedrelationship!au , idol!au warnings | none <3 wc | 400 words notes | inspired by that jungkook live, sorry if this seems weird i just needed it 😩

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You’re almost asleep by the time Jungkook quietly enters the room, the digital clock showing that it was 1 a.m at night. He silently pads throughout the room, entering the washroom for a few minutes as he does his skincare routine before going to bed.

Jungkook comes out, and his body heat envelopes yours as he loops one arm around your waist gently. He makes sure that you don’t wake up but you surprise him by turning around to face him, eyes open as his own widen a bit.

“You’re awake?” He murmurs lowly, fingers gently caressing the bit of your waist that was exposed. Nodding, you shuffle closer to him and rest your head on his chest- your usual sleeping position.

“You were live?” You ask, although you had been watching his Vlive as well, “Yeah, wanted to talk to our fans and give ‘em some performances. It feels terrible to not be able to perform.” You rub your palm soothingly on his chest, contemplating telling him what was on your mind.

“You looked hot.”

“What?!” Jungkook’s voice comes out higher than usual, breath pausing as he processes your words. It was so like you to drop a random bomb on him at any given time or moment, but he’d learnt to appreciate it and dare he say- was quite fond of it.

You smile innocently, because you know he’s shocked to see you commenting on how he looked in the stream. Especially when the both of you knew exactly what he intended on doing by wearing those see-through pajamas for his live.

“T-Thanks..” He trails off, gaze not meeting yours and you bask in the feeling of Jungkook getting flustered. You tease him further, just because it’s amusing to see him embarrassed when the dynamic is usually the opposite between the two of you.

“The fans really liked it.” Your hand slips beneath his loose nightshirt, gliding over his chest and feeling the rock-hard muscles tense under your touch.

“Okay, that’s it. Go to sleep, we’re both tired.” He shuts you up, one short peck landing on your lips. It’s not as intense as you’d like it to be but it’s lovely nonetheless. You’re just about to drift off into dreamland when one last evil thought crosses your mind.

“Your chest tattoos were visible through the shirt, by the way.”

Jungkook doesn’t sleep that night.

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cute and soft :(

look, he can be a softie too!

i’m never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasise about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it’s just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing

one of my fave fics of all time. the first one i read that made me fall in love with fanfics. so so good i reread all the time. amazing writer with such a heart wrenching plot ugh so good

FUTURE HEARTS | PT.1 [M]

☾ pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | pt7 (ongoing)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst, punk!jungkook

word Count: 14,241

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

The icy breeze whipped across your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step, your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train station was revealed.

Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but your eyes still managed to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.

It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense anything else. Your eyes glided across the path that had been etched into your mind for the past year and a half.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”

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