Jungkooks Stare Okay

jungkook’s stare 😳 okay 😳

my home

breathtaking

these two 🥺

namjoon squishing jimin’s cheeks (as he should!) cr. and for @namchyoon ♡

head full of long haired seokjin ( ꈍᴗꈍ) cr.qdeoks

oof this drabble was so dark and beautiful 😍 dákiti is such a bop and its immaculate vibes were portrayed here perfectly!! the descriptions made me feel like i was truly there💯 i loved this namjoon and how he cares for oc 🥺 all i want them is for them to be together and happy :(( thank you for writing amelia!! 💕

↠ gang leader!kim namjoon x badgirl!reader ↠ 1630 words ↠ friends with benefits | gang AU | smut, angst. ↠ 18+ | warnings: smoking, implied drug use, themes of misery with implications of hope, implied/non-descriptive smut.

He knows you do it on purpose, getting under his skin with your obstinate attitude and wilful ways, but he also knows why — you’re wary of life, and you’re silently calling for someone to make you feel protected from its cruelties.

So when he has his moments with you — naked limbs tangled with his own and you’re softly whimpering in his ear, asking only for him — he wants to keep you by his side forever.

A/N: so since the 2021 scammy’s, i’ve fallen in love with one of the songs i heard from there – dakiti by bad bunny and jhay cortez. this drabble is inspired by the song, and you can read the english lyrics here. you could listen while reading! thank you to @hisunshiine​ and @eatjeanjin and @hantaev for beta-ing! 🥰🥰

read the prequel here ( — to be read after this original drabble).

The wisps of smoke rise from every corner of the room to the ceiling, draping the atmosphere with the thick scent of marijuana (among a few others). The lights are dimmed and slowly changing from shades of blue, to purple, to pink, while the music drowns out the mellow hum of conversation.

But none of this distracts Namjoon from you. 

He’s watching you carefully, as he always does, and even the joint that he’s smoking can’t dull his senses enough to have his thoughts stray from you. 

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