Bartender Jungkook Makes Me

Bartender Jungkook makes me 🥴

That being said, this one-shot is extremely well written, highly recommend 10/10. Just a warning tho, a cold shower WILL be needed after reading 😆

last call | jjk x reader

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.4K

synopsis: jeon jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you.

warnings: oral (female receiving), protected sex, jungkook thirst, excessive jungkook thirst, hello we’re talking about jungkook here – there is a jungkook-sized amount of thirst, unsanitary use of a space designated for food and beverage

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Jeon Jungkook is the sexiest man in this city.

That’s not a matter of opinion, that’s an actual fact – voted into law by you and the rest of the Council of The Thirsty after a night of downing shots at The Black Swan.  The four of you piled into the bar’s single-stall restroom to check lipstick and chat shit and it was decided, that was that.

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Caught (Part Two)

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Age Recommendation: 21+ (this is NOT one for youngsters, kuties, and is MOST DEFINITELY NSFW)

Genre: Mafia!AU w/ BTS, Yandere!BTS, Yandere!Taehyung

Warnings: As always, swears. Taehyung drugged Y/n like the ass he is. Super sexy daddy Taehyung. Restraints are used. LOTS of dialogue (sorry, not sorry!). Taehyung is kind of a matured version of a fuckboy? Begging. Yeonjun doesn’t give a damn. Bargaining. Negotiations. Taehyung has blackmail pics of sexual acts on his phone. Y/n considers staking Taehyung (I would too, tbh). Tae’s pretty forceful and we discover he *may or may not* have a choking kink.

To be clear, there is no actual sex in this part. No non-con. Nothing too crazy… yet 😜

Word Count: ‘Bout 3.7k

Summary: Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

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Caught (Taehyung Series, Yandere, Smut, Angst) Part Two ~ The Proposal

Soft thoughts floated through my consciousness, rousing me slowly from slumber. “Is it morning already? Where’s Chanwook? This doesn’t smell like my room.”

With a groan, I opened my eyes, something heavy and large pounding through my head.

“Welcome back, baby girl.”

My eyes darted to the figure sitting in front of me, hands clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. My entire body jerked away from him when I realized I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Both hands and feet were secured with zip ties to the chair I was in. “Damn you, Kim Taehyung!” I grunted, my speech slightly slurred.

He merely chuckled, tapping a long finger against his bottom lip. “It’s just a precaution. Can’t have you getting away, now can we?”

“What the hell do you want?” I spat.

He leaned forward, the flickering light from the nearby fireplace catching on his sharp jawline. “Isn’t it obvious?”

I narrowed my eyes in response.

Taehyung stood, circling my chair until he was out of sight. “I want to make up for lost time, baby girl. I missed you.”

I couldn’t help the scoff that made its way past my lips. “I obviously didn’t miss you!”

He suddenly reappeared at the corner of my vision, causing me to whip my head around. Gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he loomed menacingly over me. “I know you didn’t,” he growled. “No visits, no letters… the entire time I was in prison, I kept waiting for something from you.”

“So that’s what this is about,” I snapped, squirming out of his grip. “Revenge. You want to make me suffer for leaving you behind and living my own life.”

Taehyung slammed a large hand on the back of the chair, making me jump. “Enough!”

He leaned down until his inky eyes were level with mine, boring a hole straight through my soul. “You’re here for my pleasure, baby. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“Taehyung, please!” My tone, no longer snarky, was laced instead with sheer and utter panic.

“Please let me go,” I begged. “I have people who will be worried about me, people who will send the police to come looking for me.”

“No you don’t,” Taehyung said, holding up my phone with a smirk. “A few texts and a couple of social media posts here and there should keep them away.”

My heart sank as I realized the extent of his words. “Taehyung, please,” I said, desperately throwing what shreds of my dignity I had left out the window. “Just let me go. I’m sorry I didn’t write to you while you were in prison, okay? That was wrong of me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he leered down at me. “As if that will be enough to satisfy me,” he growled. “You owe me, Y/n.”

“Then tell me what you fucking want! To scare me?! You’ve already accomplished that. To teach me a lesson?! Consider this lesson learned!”

I glared up at him defiantly. “If money is what you’re really after, my fiancè will pay good money to get me back.”

Taehyung laughed, his sinister chuckles reverberating off the walls. “Do I look like I need money?” he asked, gesturing around. Even in the dim firelight, I could tell the room we were in was large, the floors richly carpeted, the furniture rich and expensive. I gaped at my former lover in disbelief. Back in our school days, Taehyung could barely afford to take me on a date let alone afford a place like this. Then again, I didn’t know where I was. What if it was all a ruse?

Taehyung knelt in front of me before reaching a hand out, causing me to flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, tenderly stroking a strand of hair away from my face. “Don’t you get it, Y/n? I don’t want money or revenge, or to teach you a lesson. What I want most… is you.”

I shied away from his touch, my eyes widening, my throat closing up. My next words came out in a choked whisper. “But why?”

Taehyung shook his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, a smirk spreading over his lips. “Enough. Here’s my offer, Y/n. You will stay with me for one year. 365 days, to be exact. If you still want to go back to your old life after that year, I’ll let you go. However…”

He trailed off, allowing what he was saying to sink in. I immediately began shaking my head, but he stopped my protests with a finger over my lips. “However,” he continued, his tone more forceful. “If you choose to stay, you may stay.”

I pulled back as if his finger had burned me. “I will never choose to stay,” I spat.

Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. “Have it your way. But just so you know, that year begins only when you agree to my proposal… not a moment sooner.”

“What if I refuse to agree?”

He smirked. “Then you’ll be in this room for a long time, won’t you baby girl?”

Anger bubbled up beneath my skin, causing my limbs to shake. “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!”

His smirk only grew. “Only if you’re good.”

He turned on his heel and exited out a door, throwing light over his silhouette for a brief moment before he closed it behind him. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, but no one came. I wondered if anyone could even hear me.

After a few hours, exhaustion overtook me, and despite my best efforts to stay awake, I began to nod off, my head lolling back against the chair.

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“Miss Park?” a voice said, bringing me out of sleep. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Glancing around, I found myself in a spacious bedroom with lavish furniture and a large, smoldering fireplace. Sunlight streamed in through large windows that graced one wall of the room, overlooking a large courtyard.

I was tied to a high-backed chair upholstered in soft, red fabric, a similar chair where Taehyung had sat only hours before in front of me. “Miss Park?” the voice asked again, and I glanced sideways to see Yeonjun standing there, a tray in his hands.

He smiled a bit. “Glad to see you’re awake. I have breakfast for you.”

“I don’t want it,” I immediately said.

“Trust me, it’s not been tampered with,” he said, setting the tray on a nearby empty desk. He picked up a piece of toast and bit into it. “See?”

“Fine,” I sighed. “But what about these restraints? I can’t exactly eat with my hands tied.”

Yeonjun pulled out a switchblade, flicking it open. I flinched and shut my eyes before feeling the sudden release of pressure around my wrists and ankles. I pried open my eyelids to see that Yeonjun had cut the zip ties off, angry red marks left where they’d cut into my skin.

He led me to the desk, sitting me down in the chair behind it. “Eat,” he ordered.

I reluctantly took a bit, chewing slowly. There were no funny tastes or smells, no indication that any of it was poisoned or tampered with. I realized I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. Hunger overtook my senses, and I ravenously finished every bite.

“Glad you liked it,” Yeonjun remarked, taking the tray and empty dishes.

I grabbed hold of his arm just before he walked away. “Yeonjun, please,” I pleaded. “Help me. Let me go.”

“Sorry, Miss Park,” he said, shrugging me off. “That won’t be possible.”

“Please!” I shouted, my voice hoarse as he shut and locked the door firmly behind him.

At least he didn’t tie me up again. I glanced around, looking for anything I could use as a weapon or method of escape. Nothing sharp was in immediate reach, but maybe I could smash a piece of furniture, make a stake of some sort?

I picked up a small wooden stool, intent on throwing it as hard as I could when the sound of the lock clicking made me freeze.

The door suddenly flew open and I dropped the stool, the clatter softened by the carpet. Unfortunately for me, Taehyung’s sharp eyes caught everything. “None of that now, baby girl,” his deep lilt rumbled. He kicked the stool even farther away from me, clicking his tongue tauntingly.

“Fuck you, Taehyung,” I muttered, refusing to look at him.

He stepped close in front of me, his dark eyes drawing me in despite the hate surging beneath my skin. “Maybe later,” he said, his tone teasing. “But for now, I just want to know if you’ve thought any more about my proposal.”

“I have. The answer is, and always will be, no.”

Taehyung smirked. “If you say so.”

He stood and began circling me the same way he had last night. I couldn’t help the way my eyes slid over his well-dressed figure, trying to size him up. Black slacks hugged his calves and thighs, setting off his Italian leather shoes nicely, leading up to a belt hugging the curve of his waist. Taehyung’s collared shirt was also black, loosely unbuttoned at the neck, with sleeves pushed up to his elbows exposing sun-kissed skin. Rings decorated his large hands, and his dark, curly hair spilled over his eyes like he’d just woken up.

My disgusted consciousness snapped me back to reality, making me shake my head a few times.

“Fine, I’ll play your game,” Taehyung said suddenly. “I’ll sweeten the deal. As you’ve noticed, I’m quite well-off. So, as a thank-you for your cooperation, I’ll buy you a gift of your choice. Money is no object.”

“I don’t want a gift,” I snapped. “I want you to let me go.”

“Oh, come now,” he taunted, once again stepping close to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. The warmth from his palms sank through my blouse into my skin.

“There has to be something you want. A designer outfit? An all-expenses paid trip?”

“I don’t want anything but my freedom,” I protested, shrugging out of his grip. “Taehyung, you can’t just buy me off like that, I’m not some object that you own! You can’t just kidnap me and make me yours!”

“I know that,” he retorted. “That’s why I’m giving you a year. I want you to fall back in love with me because you want to, not because you’re forced to.”

“I don’t want to fall back in love with you. I’ve got my own life, Taehyung! A fiancé, a family, friends!”

Taehyung’s face screwed up in disgust. “Your fiancé is a piece of shit,” he spat. “Do you know what he’s been doing while you’ve been working late nights trying to obtain your dreams?”

I shook my head, my mouth parting in disbelief. “You’re lying.”

“These pictures don’t lie,” Taehyung said, opening his phone and shoving it toward me. Displayed on the screen was Chanwook, your supposedly loving fiancé, drilling into a woman you didn’t recognize from behind. His face was contorted in pleasure, sweat dripping down his naked torso. That wasn’t even the worst part, though. Shock shuddered through your veins as you recognized your penthouse apartment, your bed, one of your engagement photos standing upright on the night table next to the couple.

Taehyung gently took his phone back. “There are more, but I don’t think you want to see them,” he murmured. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Fuck off,” I muttered, turning away from him.

“I really am sorry.” He reached out a finger and tenderly stroked my cheek.

“I said, fuck off!” I shouted, slapping his hand away.

With a low growl, Taehyung shoved me backward, causing me to land with a yelp on the bed. He crawled over me, one hand snaking around my throat, the other gripping my wrist, pinning me down. He pressed a knee between my legs, pushing against my center. I instinctively leaned back, trying to get as far away from him as I could, exposing all the skin of my neck to him. He trailed his lips lightly over my jaw, his hand around my throat squeezing briefly before wandering down, lingering over my breast, landing on my waist and squeezing there.

My breath came out in short, panicked gasps, my eyes watering from the possibility of what was to come. Fear clenched my heart, but at the same time, a small part of me wanted to succumb. His scent drifted over me, taking me back to the days we used to do this willingly, hours upon hours spent wrapped around each other under the sheets in endless pleasure. It didn’t help that he still wore the same cologne. I used to worship that smell, stealing Taehyung’s clothes whenever I could so during the nights we spent apart, I still had a piece of him. I felt my body betraying me, my core clenching, desire oozing from between my folds, reacting to the pressure from Taehyung’s knee.

“I won’t touch you,” Taehyung hissed, his voice low and deep, each one of his exhales over my skin setting my nerves on fire. “Not until you say you want me.”

He released me all at once, taking a step back to view the sweaty, terrified mess he made of me with relish. “But if I were you, I wouldn’t provoke me.”

My body wracked out a sob I’d been trying to keep contained as I sat up. “Taehyung, please,” I begged. “Let me go.”

My ex-boyfriend knelt down in front of me, gently grasping my jaw with both hands and swiping away my tears with his thumbs. “Sorry, baby girl. Not going to happen. I need you too much.”

“Please,” I sobbed. “Please.”

He stood and left, the door shutting behind him sounding like the final note to my death march.

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A week passed without seeing him. The only time I saw anyone was when Yeonjun brought me meals every few hours, three times a day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Each time he asked me the same question. “Have you reconsidered Mr. Kim’s proposal?”

Each time my answer was always a firm, “No.” After a few days, I stopped attempting to escape. Even unrestrained, it was futile. One time, I’d even thrown a chair at the window, but it didn’t even scratch the pane. I slammed my fists against the glass, frustrated. What kind of paranoid asshole put bulletproof glass in his bedroom windows?

Before I could take that thought any further, the door opened, announcing the arrival of Yeonjun and breakfast. “Good morning, Miss Park,” he said.

“Morning,” I mumbled half-heartedly.

“Have you reconsidered Mr. Kim’s proposal?”

I sighed, defeated. “Actually, I have some questions. Is there any way I can speak to him?”

In reality, my answer was still floating in the ballpark of no, but I wanted to get Taehyung in here to at least see if I could negotiate some terms of my own. I had to try.

“I’ll let Mr. Kim know you want to speak with him,” Yeonjun said, uncertainty in his tone. “Miss Park, if I may be so bold, I think you should take him up on his proposal.”

My eyes snapped to his. “Seriously? How could you say that to me?”

“Easy,” he said, taking a step back. “I just mean, if you’re intent on going back home, wouldn’t the quickest way be to settle with him and get the year over with?”

I hung my head, knowing he was right. With all this time to think, I had come to the same conclusion. I hated giving in, but it seemed to be the fastest way to obtain my freedom.

“There have to be conditions though, right?”

“Naturally.”

“That’s why I need to speak with him. I want to negotiate some terms of my own.”

Yeonjun’s face broke out in a smile. “Very well, Miss Park. I’ll tell him.”

“Thank you.”

It was nearly dark when Taehyung finally came to see me. I continued staring out the window, arms folded across my chest, ignoring him. “Baby girl,” he murmured, stepping close behind me and rubbing his palms up and down my forearms. “I heard you wanted to see me.”

I turned and stepped out of his reach. “I didn’t want to see you,” I snapped. “I just wanted to discuss the terms of your proposal. I have some conditions.”

“Alright then,” he said, sitting down and gesturing to me to sit as well. I continued to stand. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to be able to call my aunt every so often.”

Taehyung’s dark eyes narrowed. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll call using the speakerphone. The phone doesn’t have to be anywhere near me. That way if I say anything you don’t like, you can cut the call short. I just want to hear her voice, let her know I’m okay.”

He sighed. “Fine. Anything else?”

“I want to know where you’ve taken me. Where I am.”

“All you need to know is that we’re still in Korea,” he replied. “My countryside villa. See baby? I told you I’d buy us a house in the country.”

Taehyung flashed me a boxy grin that brought memories of the boy I loved in high school flooding back like a river bursting through a dam. I squeezed my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms, grounding myself.

“However, I should warn you,” he said, his tone less playful and more menacing. “There are no nearby cities or towns. If you run, all you’ll find are miles and miles of woods. We’re very well-hidden here, and I intend to keep us that way.”

“Fine,” I sighed. “Don’t tell me where we are, I don’t care.”

“If you’re finished,” he said, standing up and stepping close to me once more. “I have some terms of my own.”

I scoffed. “You’ve already kidnapped me, Taehyung, what more do you want?”

“Nothing much. I’m merely smoothing out the details,” he said, his deep lilt causing my chest to tighten.

“Fine,” I snapped, shoving my emotions down.

“When I said I wanted you to be with me for an entire year, I meant it,” he replied, his inky eyes catching on mine. “So wherever I go, you go with me.”

“Fine.”

“And you don’t try to escape.”

I tossed him a glare. “You can’t honestly expect me to—”

He put a finger over my lips, silencing me. “You try to escape, I’ll put you back in this room, and your year will start over once you begin behaving properly again.”

I slapped his hand away. “God, fine!”

Taehyung smirked. “So you agree?”

“Yes, I fucking agree!”

“Excellent.”

He strode towards the door and held it open for me. “Well? Aren’t you coming?”

I practically ran out of the room I’d spent the last few days in, desperate to behold a new view, to breathe fresh air. A large hallway met my eyes, with doors leading to who knew where. Taehyung grabbed my hand and tugged me after him as I tried to take it all in. So the expensive furniture and spacious room weren’t a facade. He actually was extremely wealthy if he owned this place.

We rounded a corner and walked through a gallery, opulent pieces of art hanging on each side of us, rounding another corner only to tread down a large staircase. “Taehyung, is this your home?” I asked, my voice high and soft with disbelief.

He hummed in response. “Actually, it’s only one of my homes. It’s my favorite one, though.”

I balked at his response. The Taehyung I knew could never, ever afford such luxuries. Intertwining his fingers through mine, he continued to lead me past a dining room, a living room where I caught sight of a pool in the backyard, through two sets of double doors, until we entered a spacious suite covered in colors of soft, dark gray and black. A large mural was embedded into the wall above the massive four-poster bed depicting what looked to be a scene from Greek mythology. I turned, gaping at my surroundings. If I thought the bedroom I’d been locked in was large, this room was absolutely humongous. With the bed in the middle of the room surrounded by expensive furniture and a sitting room off to the side with a door leading to the backyard, I began to feel overwhelmed. How did this happen? How was Taehyung living the life of practical royalty after the state I’d left him in?

I spun slowly, taking it all in, when I saw it. A gorgeous painting depicting a woman whose face was half in shadow, half in light, smiling down at the both of us. My mouth dropped in horror as I recognized my own face. “Fuck,” I muttered, stumbling back. Fear clenched my heart as I wondered just how far Taehyung would take his apparent obsession with me.

“Do you like it?” he asked, mistaking my alarm for awe.

“It’s i-interesting,” I managed to stammer out.

“I had it made so I wouldn’t forget your face. But now that you’re here with me, I won’t need it anymore.”

He gestured around the room. “This is the master suite. My room. You’ll be staying here for the time being. Anything of mine is yours.”

“Wait… you’re giving me your room?”

Taehyung chuckled. “No, Y/n. You’re staying in my room with me.”

I shook my head. “No, absolutely not. I refuse!”

He cocked an eyebrow and stepped close, causing me to avert my eyes. “The agreement was that you stay with me and go where I go. That includes where I go in my own house.”

I could feel my anger rising, threatening to burst out, but I calmed it as best I could. “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Your things have been collected and brought here,” Taehyung said, turning away from me. “Feel free to unpack and shower. I’ll bring you something to eat later.”

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked flippantly.

He turned back just long enough to toss me a cheeky smirk. “Just have to go clean up a little mess is all. Be back soon.”

“Wait,” I said, stopping him in his tracks. “What happened to, ‘I go where you go?’”

“Not this time, baby girl,” he replied, walking out of the suite and leaving me alone.

I glanced around. “Agreement or no agreement,” I thought. “I’ve got to get out of here.”

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Part Three Coming Eventually!! 😂

Connect Two

Disclaimers: I don't own Coca-Cola (obviously) and I also don't own the gif I used for my header (double obviously) 😁 Creator is credited.

A Note from Kutemouse: I know, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my several Works-in-Progress, not something new. In my defense, I recently attended my class reunion and had a lot of feelings surrounding it, hence this piece of work. JK's character is a lot like the guy I was in love with for all of high school, someone I recently cleared the air with.

This work is raw and unedited (except for a brief spellcheck), so hope you enjoy kutie pies 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+ This is a pretty tame one, kuties.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, High School AU

Warnings: Swears, duh. That's honestly about it. Like I said, tame.

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Summary: A party brings you and your old classmates together, including him. Can you reconcile with your feelings?

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Connect Two (Angst, Fluff)

The party was, in a word, loud.

Just the way you liked it.

You and your best friends, Roseanne and Lisa, were standing near the couch, sharing drinks, laughing, talking.

“What about him?” Roseanne asked, her Aussie accent piercing through your jumbled thoughts. She raised her finger to a guy who had just entered the room.

You shook your head in disgust. “Ugh, not that guy. I remember him. All he wanted from girls was their virginity.”

“He isn’t even that cute,” Lisa muttered as the said guy in question walked past, tossing a wink towards you and your friends.

You visibly shuddered. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch him with a ten-foot pole.”

“Yeah Rosé,” Lisa teased. “What’s with your taste in guys tonight?”

She tossed a dazed smile back. “Apparently I’m way too drunk to pick anyone.”

“And why are we doing this again?” you sighed. “Thank you guys for your concern, but I don’t need or want to date anyone right now.”

“Who said anything about dating?” Rosé retorted.

“Yeah, fuck that noise,” Lisa added. “We’re trying to find someone for you to spend the night with.”

“I don’t think so,” you muttered, taking a sip from your cup in the hopes that it would help you tolerate your besties’ antics.

You had been invited to a party near your parents’ house by some old schoolmates, where you knew several people from your class would likely show up. So far, you hadn’t seen too many people you knew, but the ones you did were ones you only knew in passing. You had transferred into your school only three years before graduating. Everyone else had formed their own friends and cliques, and you had different tastes than most of the student population, anyway. Where was your group of nerdy, animé-loving schoolmates?

Oh, that’s right. There were only three of you, and the other two lived abroad, leaving you here to fend for yourself. You were just glad that he wasn’t here. You hadn’t seen him since graduation five years ago, and ever since then, you’d been rehearsing the same speech over and over in your mind.

I’m sorry.

Lisa audibly gasped, gripping your arm tight. “Where?” Rosé asked, looking over your shoulder. She too loudly gasped and grabbed your other arm.

“What?” you asked, glancing between their faces. “What?!”

Lisa slowly raised a finger, pointing behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him walking by. “Shit!” you mumbled, turning quickly back around, heat rising to your cheeks. Of course. Just when you thought you were in the clear.

Rosé looked at you incredulously. “Wait, Y/n, do you… know him?”

To say the least. You had only spent every single minute of those three years in love with him. Back then, he had cherry red hair that did nothing to take away from his bright, shy smile and the ever-present mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. You remembered the first time you met him.

You were standing in line with your best guy friend, Hoseok, to get food. The crowd inside the gymnasium was tumultuous with all their chattering, cheering, cat-calling. You were glad to get a reprieve from the noise, even if it was brief.

“Hey, Jungkook!” Hoseok called out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey Hobi,” a quiet voice said back. You turned to see him, a shy smile on his face as he stuck his hands in his trouser pockets. His dark eyes slid over to you, giving you a curious once-over. And just like that, every wall you had up fell. You had to get to know this boy.

“Oppa,” you muttered, nudging Hoseok.

“What?”

“Introduce us,” you hissed.

Hoseok smirked. “Jeon Jungkook, this is L/n Y/n.”

You turned and gave him a bright smile, which on second thought, might not have been the best thing. Jungkook looked extremely nervous. “H-Hi,” he stammered out, his voice cracking.

However, you were determined not to let his shyness get in the way of what could potentially be an epic romance.

“Hi,” you said back, holding out your hand. He took it gingerly, his grip gentle as your intertwined hands briefly touched.

You shook the memory away, your hair falling into your face. “Oh my god, you do know him,” Rosé said. “No way. Were you friends?”

“You should introduce us,” Lisa added, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Not a fucking chance,” you muttered. You tipped your cup into your mouth only to find it frustratingly empty. “Hang on, I need another drink.”

You made your way to the kitchen, stumbling slightly, when you saw him talking to another girl, laughing and smiling that bright, wide smile. Damn him. He looked even better than he had back in school, which was saying something. His jet-black hair matured him in a way that made your knees weak, casually falling over his left eye and giving him a sultry look. Tattoos now covered his arms and hands, along with a new piercing that went through his right eyebrow. “Holy fuck,” you thought. You placed a hand over your chest as your heart flipped over itself much in the same way it had eight years ago when you saw him for the first time. No longer was his grin shy and withdrawn, but confident and fearless.

His eyes shifted in your direction, connecting with your gaze for a few seconds before sliding back over to the girl he was talking to. Just that small exchange left you reeling. It was like nothing had changed. You still felt that same invisible string connecting both your souls together, tugging you towards him despite you using all your strength to break it. But you knew he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey guys,” Jungkook said, averting his gaze as he opened his door and gestured inside.

“Hey JK,” Hoseok said. “Ready to have your ass kicked?”

“You wish,” Jungkook shot back, tossing Hoseok a small grin. “H-Hey Y/n.”

“Hey.”

You bit your lip to contain the grin threatening to cover your entire face. After that day at the game, you, Jungkook, Hoseok, and a couple of other guys had sat at the same table for lunch. One of your favorite things to do was to play board games or card games during your break, but what you all looked forward to the most was playing video games together.

You were okay, kind of ranging in the middle of the pack, but it was one of the only ways you could spend time with Jungkook. You loved who he became while you were playing video games. He turned from a shy, soft-spoken teenager to someone who knew what he was doing and knew he was good at it. Really good.

“On your left,” he called, directing you and Hoseok effortlessly. You glanced at him. He’d dyed his hair to an attractive brunette, and had obtained a couple new ear piercings. You inhaled sharply as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes focused intently on the screen.

“Y/n!” Hoseok groaned as the screen went grey.

“Oh, oh, my bad,” you said, ripping your gaze away from Jungkook.

“It’s okay, it’s time for a snack break anyway,” Jungkook said, standing up.

“I’ll help,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of confidence wash over you. Last year, you were the awkward new girl with braces and glasses that magnified your eyes in an unattractive way, but this year was the year Jungkook noticed you. You had gotten contacts, learned how to use makeup, gotten your braces off, and learned how to style your hair to frame your face in a cute way. This was the year you made your feelings known.

You followed Jungkook to the kitchen, watching his broad shoulders as he towered above you. He’d definitely grown a lot in the past year. And his smell… so enticing. You didn’t know what kind of cologne he used, you just knew you wanted to buy buckets of it to inhale from.

Jungkook opened the fridge. “What kind of soda do you want? I have Coca-Cola, cherry, grape…”

You were barely listening. All you could do was stare at him, his flawless, creamy skin beckoning to you. The string you felt connecting your souls tugged you forward, giving you the confidence you needed to take things to the next level. You stepped close just as Jungkook was closing the fridge door and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Jungkook dropped the can, letting it clatter on the floor.

He looked at you, his mouth parted open. “Y/n…?” he asked weakly.

You placed your hands over your mouth, shocked at yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you said, turning and fleeing the room.

You nearly crashed into Hoseok. “Hey, what’s the rush?” he joked, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

“Whoa,” he said, noticing your blown pupils and heaving chest. “Are you okay, Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, holding a hand to your forehead. “I mean, I think so. Feeling a bit light-headed.”

“Want me to take you home?”

“N-No, I have my car, I just need a minute.”

“Yo JK,” Hoseok said, looking over your shoulder. You didn’t dare turn around. “Can you get Y/n some water? And make sure she gets home safely? I know she’s been staying up really late to study. I’d do it myself, but I’ve gotta go home to watch my little sister. My mom was just called into work.”

“Sure th-thing.”

Concern took over Hoseok’s features. “You okay?”

“Yep,” Jungkook replied, his voice much too high.

Hoseok didn’t look convinced, but he left you both anyway after saying his goodbyes. “I’d better go too,” you said, turning.

“Wait.”

You turned, hope blooming in your chest. Jungkook’s dark eyes caught the light as he stepped close, wide and earnest. He gently took both your hands in his and squeezed. Tingles exploded across your body, like mini-fireworks of every color lighting up your insides. “Y/n, I know you l-like me,” Jungkook stammered. “But I have to tell you something…”

The fireworks inside you fizzled out, your eyebrows drawing together as you anticipated his next words. “I like someone else.”

You slid your hands out of his. “What?”

“I like someone else,” he repeated, looking away from you.

You scoffed. Of course he liked someone else. There were a hundred other girls he could pick from, all of them prettier than you, smarter than you, better than you in every way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?” you said, your voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help how you feel.”

Jungkook finally looked at you again, pity in his eyes. You turned away, hating that he felt sorry for you. For you! He should feel sorry for himself.

You closed your eyes, willing the anger away. You meant what you said. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. He couldn’t help who he loved or didn’t love.

“I’ve got to go,” you muttered, turning away.

“Wait, Y/nー”

“For what?” you said, whirling around to look him in the eyes. “For you to love me back? That’s never gonna happen, soー”

“You love me?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath. “No, I-I’m confused, what I meant wasー”

Jungkook took a step away from you, his face screwed up in distress. “Y/n… I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way.”

You shrugged. “Okay. That’s fine. It’s fine. We’re fine.”

You grabbed your things and opened the door, the tears welling up fast.

“Did I fuck up?” Jungkook asked quietly from behind you. “Are we still friends?”

You turned back, your eyes shining with tears that hadn’t spilled yet. “Yes, we’re still friends,” you choked out. “I’ll see you at school.”

“Want a drink?”

You were shaken out of the memory by a guy standing in front of you that you didn’t recognize. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted a drink,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. You sized the guy up. He was cute. Not really your type, but maybe you could make the most of tonight with a guy like him.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn. You were expecting Rosé or Lisa, but instead felt ice run through your veins as Jungkook’s dark irises met your own. “Dude, I think your girlfriend is looking for you,” he said pointedly.

The guy snorted and left, tossing a glare in Jungkook’s direction.

“I didn’t need saving,” you snapped, brushing Jungkook’s hand away.

“I know. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

One side of Jungkook’s mouth lifted in a halfhearted smirk. “C’mon Y/n, you already know what I want to talk about.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do I?”

“Don’t you remember?” he asked, stepping closer. “Graduation?”

You blinked and glanced down at the floor, painful memories pushing past all the walls you’d built to hold them back.

“Congrats Y/n,” Jungkook said, holding his diploma, smiling shyly at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Despite everything, you were still in love with him. He had grown even taller, and his hair was now dyed a sandy brown with blonde streaks. He’d grown into his smile a bit, and had even grown confident enough to sport a bit of eyeliner that attractively set off his dark eyes.

“Congrats to you!” you said enthusiastically. “We did it!”

“We did, huh?”

The awkwardness between you two grew. Even after three years of spending time together, it seems neither of you could keep the conversation flowing. “Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Jungkook asked suddenly.

Your mouth parted open in surprise. “S-Sure.”

You both stepped out into the darkened hallway, the only light coming from a few windows further down. “I figured I should be honest with you,” Jungkook said, looking down at his feet. “Remember when you kissed me a year ago?”

You blushed profusely. “N-No,” you said, cursing your shaky voice. Of course you remembered. How could you forget? It’s not like your feelings had changed. Despite him rejecting you, Jungkook still held the number one spot in your heart. Sure, you’d dated other guys and done your best to get over him, but that string was still there, connecting you to him, wrapped around your very soul.

“I told you I liked someone else.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” you said. “I r-remember now.”

One side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. He saw right through you, and you both knew it. “Well, that girl was Aubry.”

You resisted rolling your eyes. Of course it was. She was only the prettiest girl in your class. You didn’t know a single guy who hadn’t had a crush on her at one point or another. Aubry was not only extremely beautiful, but extremely nice as well. She’d stood up for you a couple times when her more snobby friends made rude comments toward you. As far as you knew, she’d stayed single your entire school career. She was a free spirit, a kite that wanted to break free from its string. You knew she wanted to travel and do volunteer work in less fortunate countries, not stay here and be in some relationship that would likely end in disaster anyway.

“She rejected me.”

Again, you resisted rolling your eyes. You saw that coming a mile away.

“But I never stopped loving her.”

“Jungkook, why are you telling me all this?” you asked impatiently. Your friends and family were waiting on the other side of the door, why were you here letting your emotions get torn to shreds?

“Because,” he said, twisting his hands around each other nervously. “Because I wanted to tell you I was wrong.”

You blinked at him. “Wrong? About what?”

“About turning you down. I should have given you a chance.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Wh-What?”

“I was so fixated on Aubry, I ignored everyone else,” Jungkook muttered. “But as far as being with you went… I can’t say I didn’t think about it.”

Silence built a wall between you two. “Are you… Are you serious?” you finally said.

Jungkook nodded.

You scoffed. “What the hell, Jungkook? You couldn’t have told me this earlier? We’re graduating! It’s too late!”

“I know. You’re going off to college abroad, and I’m focusing on my singing career. We’re going totally different directions, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least tell you.”

“Wow. You couldn’t have left well enough alone, could you?” you said, emotion clogging up your throat. “You just had to get one more painful memory in.”

“What? No, that’s not what Iー”

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. “Wait, Y/nー”

“No!” You cut him off, holding a hand up. “You don’t get to break my heart like that again. Fuck you!”

You threw open the door and ran through it, angrily swiping at the tears that had finally spilled over.

“Yeah, about that,” you said, pushing the memory back down into the dark recesses of your mind. “Sorry I told you to fuck off.”

“Uh, I believe your exact words were, ‘Fuck you, Jungkook.’”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Jungkook smirked before taking a sip from his cup. “Are you here alone?”

You folded your arms. “Maybe.”

He chuckled. “If you are, I’d like to keep talking to you, if that’s okay.”

You bit your lip to contain the smile that surfaced at his words. “Sure.”

Jungkook grinned back at you, melting your insides like butter tossed into a hot pan. That string that had always linked the two of you began to thicken, building strand upon strand with each flirtatious comment, each meaningful look, each chuckle and laugh. Maybe this would ramp up into an epic romance, or maybe this would merely turn into a beautiful friendship, but either way, your connected souls would never part ways again.

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Not-A-Date Date with Jimin (Angst, Fluff)

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“Becoming His” Part One, Part Two (with Smut), Part Two (without Smut), Part Three, Part Four (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut

“Red Flame” Part One, Part Two ~ Drabble, Fluff

“Good Enough” ~ Drabble, Fluff

“Always Loved You” ~ One-Shot, Fluff

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“Paint Me Over” ~ One-Shot, Smut

“I Need U Girl” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

“Tears and Tulips” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

“Summer Portrait” Part One, Part Two ~ One-Shot, Fluff, Vampire

“Through Hell” ~ One-Shot, Angst

“It’s Crazy” ~ Drabble, Fluff, Angst

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Hey everyone,

So I haven’t gotten any requests 😬 So I’m going to open up requests indefinitely until I become overwhelmed or need a break again.

We’ll see though, this tumblr’s traction has really died down 😞 It’s my own fault since I took such a long break without posting anything.

200 Kuties Milestone Event

Helllooooo kutie pies!

I have some exciting news! I’VE REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS!!

I am HECKA grateful. I didn’t know anyone would like my writing so much, let alone 200 people. I appreciate all the comments, the reads, and the support I’ve received over the past year and a half since I started this blog. You all are amazing, and I purple you so hard 💜

To show my thanks for being such uh-maze-ing kuties, I am opening requests for the rest of October! I know, I know, I still have a couple of unfulfilled requests, and trust me, I am working on them. Slowly, but surely.  I promise I will get to your requests as quickly as possible. My schedule has opened up drastically (meaning my little one takes long naps now lol) and I’ve got the itch to write!

Submit a request here! You may choose from my Prompt List if you wish. One-shots or Drabbles only, but I reserve the right to turn them into a series if I feel inspired! 😉 A reminder about my request rules: No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

 BUT WAIT.

There’s more.

I am also opening up requests for Tomorrow x Together One-Shots and Drabbles. That’s right, MOA, time to shine!

I have followed Tomorrow x Together since their debut, and find all of the members absolutely adorable. The only thing I ask is that since they are a younger group, no smut requests, just fluff, romance, and/or angst please! I’ve added them to my Master List, and am so excited to write fics about them. They are such a fun, inspiring group. I can’t wait!

Thank you once more, and submit those requests!

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And Then He Was Gray (Part Six, End)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit.

Author’s Note: Woooooooow, here we are, at the end! I think this is the first six-part one-shot I’ve finished on this tumblr. Uh-maze-ing. This was so much fun to write. I love that I came up with this purely out of my own head, the only inspiration being that damn beautiful gray shirt and Jin’s damn beautiful self. I’m really proud of this piece. I hope you, dear kutie reader, enjoyed it as well. Thank you for your support, and as always, I purple you <3

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Praise kink shining through, oral, mutual masturbation, a bit o’ angst, and (as always) f*cking swears.

Word Count: 1,583

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Six (End)

My eyelids fluttered as my consciousness stirred, but I buried my face back into the pillow, not wanting to wake up. If I woke up, it would be morning, and I’d have to go home, and my amazing one-night stand would be over, becoming nothing but a bunch of memories I’d only be able to take out late at night when I was alone.

I reached a hand out, feeling beside me where Jin had lain, his strong arms wrapped around me as we finally drifted off to sleep for the last time. After the first time, despite a heavy makeout session and him promising to fuck me into oblivion again, we decided we were both too exhausted to go another round. Jin sweetly took care of me, grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping me down with it, tenderly kissing every inch of my body as he did so. “Did so well,” he muttered between kisses. “So good. My good girl.”

I sleepily preened at the praise, smiling and letting out content sighs as he cleaned me up. He got us both large glasses of water, watching to make sure I gulped mine all the way down before snuggling up against me in bed and wrapping me in his arms. The heat emanating from his skin alongside his heartbeat lulled me almost to sleep when Jin’s voice broke the silence. “Y/n.”

“Mmmm?”

“That was… mind-blowing.”

I hummed in agreement, my eyes still closed, snuggling deeper into his chest.

“I just wanted to ask before we fell asleep… if I get horny again, do I have your consent to wake you up by eating you out?”

My eyes shot open, heat flooding to my core at the thought. “God, yes,” I sighed.

I could feel Jin’s smile as he kissed my cheek. “Good. Because if I’m sleeping next to you, it’s almost a guarantee I’m gonna wanna fuck again.”

And fuck again we did. Jin only let me have a couple hours sleep before I woke up with his head between my thighs, slurping down my juices as his tongue penetrated my core and swirled around my clit. I came twice again, once from him eating me out, then again as we fucked once more, this time more slow and sensual as we were both still a bit drowsy.

After a couple more hours of sleep, I woke up to Jin fingering me, the pads of his ring and middle fingers drawing circles on my clit as his hot breath warmed my neck from behind. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his lengthy shaft, pumping up and down until we mutually orgasmed once more.

I smiled, the memories from last night leaving warmth flowing through me, and finally opened my eyes. It had to be at least mid-day, if not later. The sun was lighting up the room, even through Jin’s dark curtains, and the day felt like it was already mostly over. Jin was nowhere to be seen. I glanced around, my gaze landing on a folded t-shirt with a glass of water next to it. I gulped it down, so thirsty after all of last night’s antics, then put on the t-shirt, which fell to my thighs.

I cautiously opened the bedroom door and padded down the hall into the kitchen, from where a delicious smell was wafting throughout the apartment. “Hey,” Jin said. His upper half was bare, and he wore gray sweatpants that fell loosely around his hips. I wet my lips at the sight of Balenciaga boxers peeking out above the waistline.

“Hi,” I replied, a bit breathless.

“Did you sleep well?”

I hummed in response. Something was sizzling in the pan he held, and he dragged a spoon through it before blowing the steam away and holding it out to me. “Taste this.”

I stepped close and obliged, the warm smell coming from the pan enticing my senses. I chewed and swallowed. “Wow, that is really good,” I said.

Jin shot me a smile. “Good. Sit down, I’ll make you a plate.”

He set the food-filled plate in front of me, along with a pair of chopsticks. “Thanks,” I murmured.

“Oh, here’s your phone. I charged it for you, and your clothes will be out of the dryer in a few minutes.”

I blinked. He washed my clothes? Jin seemed to be almost too considerate… Almost like he’d practiced this routine a million other times, with a million other girls. That depressing thought led me to turn on my phone, eager to distract myself from my perpetual loneliness.

Soyeon had called me three times, and texted me twice as many times.

I quickly tapped out a message back to her.

I lay my phone face down on the table. It buzzed a few times, no doubt Soyeon freaking out about the fact I was at Jin’s place, but I ignored it. “Everything okay?” Jin asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just Soyeon checking in on me.”

Jin was wiping his hands on a dish towel, staring intently down at me. The sight of his bare honey-toned torso and taut muscles was almost too much to look at. I couldn’t believe how handsome he was, and even more unbelievable was the fact we’d had such an incredible night together… But with every high comes just as deep of a low. How is it that I’d gotten laid but I felt more single today then I did last night?

I quickly finished eating and went to grab my clothes, changing as fast as I could and grabbing my purse. “Erm,” I said, causing Jin to look up from cleaning up the kitchen. “I’m going to call a cab. Thanks for… Well, thanks for everything.”

Jin’s brow furrowed. “Wait a sec, I can give you a ride.”

I smiled weakly. “There’s no need. I can get home on my own. I’ll just wait on the curb.”

He crossed the room, confusion in his eyes. “Hold on now, no need to rush. I wanted to spend more time with you.”

Now it was my turn to be confused. “You wanted… what?”

Jin stepped close, caressing my cheek with a long finger. “Why are you always running away from me?”

“I’m not,” I retorted, stepping out of his reach. “I’m just trying to give you an out so you don’t have to feel bad.”

“Why would I need an out?”

I glanced awkwardly to the side. “Because… Well, because… This is just a one-night stand, isn’t it? I mean, that’s what you do with girls?”

Jin scoffed. “Seriously? You’re still on about that?”

“Well, yeah. Look, Soyeon told me━”

“I don’t care what Soyeon told you. Yeah, there have been other girls. You’re telling me there haven’t been other guys?”

I stayed silent. Clearly, after last night, I was no virgin, but I wasn’t a player either. “I just wanted to be clear with our expectations,” I muttered, turning away.

I had my hand on the door handle when Jin placed his large one over it. “Tell me, right now,” he said earnestly. “Be honest. Do you want this to only be a one-night stand? Or would you like it if something more came out of it?”

My mouth parted in surprise as I looked back at him. “Be honest,” Jin repeated, his gaze eager. “Because I’ll be honest with you. I have been with other girls, yes, a lot of other girls by some standards. I’ve always been straight with them, telling them they were just a means to satisfy me for the night, but none of them could even do that much. None of them were what I needed.”

I slowly turned back around as he spoke, letting him get closer and closer with each word. Jin placed his hands on either side of me, effectively pinning me with my back to the door. “I need you,” he said, passion dripping from his voice. “I need everything about you. I told you, from the second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be perfect for me.”

I pressed my lips together. “Yeah, but sexual compatibility does not make a relationship,” I said. “No matter how amazing.”

Jin blew out a frustrated exhale, shaking his head. “You still don’t get it. I want to date you, Y/n. Will you go out with me?”

I blinked. Was he… serious? I mean, we did have some things in common. We both liked to cook, we had similar friends… and we were fantastic in bed together. Maybe this could work. Maybe I could have someone of my own, finally, someone to go to parties with, someone to share all my secrets with, someone to love.

“Y-Yeah,” I finally stuttered out. “I’ll go out with you.”

Jin let out the breath he’d been holding, sliding his palm up towards my jaw, angling it upward. He captured my lips with his in the sweetest kiss, drawing me up on my tiptoes, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck. He drew back, and I kept my eyes closed for a moment longer, wishing for more.

“Come on,” Jin said, his gaze darkening as he tugged me by the hand back towards the bedroom. “I’ve got the whole day off, and I know exactly what… or should I say, who… I want to do.”

Smiling, I let him lead me into the kind of bliss that, until that moment, I’d only dreamed I’d be able to have.

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The Fucking End <3