BTS: Welcome To The Show

BTS: Welcome To The Show 🔞

In which you've been hired as a very special woman for the seven idols- and become even more special down the line.

Chapter index:

If only your mother could see you unpack your few belongings in your new million dollar home- but oh well, you probably wouldn't want to explain to her how you got it..

-> read here!

As the leader of the group, it was only natural he'd be the first to make a move towards you- welcoming you into his perfect little fantasy, where he's got you all to himself.

-> read here!

When it came to all of them, you would've thought he would've been the most withdrawn and traditional out of all of them- maybe not ever making use of your 'services'. But, looks like you were about to be proven wrong...

-> read here!

He's quiet, withdrawn almost, keeps his secrets close and his desires even closer. Though you're starting to get closer, it's still a surprise when he finally calls you up, and you're not sure what to expect of him.

-> read here!

Hoseok had been quiet about his desires for a while now, and no one else was willing to spill what he was into- not even himself. Until he talks to his bandmates, finally opening up to you what he really craves..

-> read here!

You've been quite unsure about him, not quite comfortable in taking the lead instead of letting them for once. However, by now, you should've learned your lesson not to judge and expect the unexpected.

-> coming soon!

It's a rainy day, music plays in the background- instrumentals, slow and comfortable, while he waits for you to take that step and close the door behind you- while he waits for you to finally become his next masterpiece.

-> coming soon!

Throughout your stay he's been teasing left and right, confusing you to no ends with what he might be hiding beneath those doe eyes and that bunny smile. Well- you're about to find out.

-> coming soon!

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Main Tags/Warnings: Sex Work, Smut (duh), Angst, Dom!BTS, Sub!Reader, Idol!BTS, Protected Sex. Additional tags and Warnings for each chapter.

All content will be linked on this list and can also be found via the Tag Welcome To The Show!AU.

Taglist: none existent, please do not ask any further.

Take Me Somewhere Nice (1)

In which his task isn't unusual, nothing special, and not a big deal at all. Get rid of the demon that's attached to a child, simple as that. Or is it?

Tags/Warnings: Angel!Jungkook, Demon!Reader, Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, Mature (that includes triggering content and smut)

Additional Chapter Warnings: demon!Jimin, unusual friendships, mild angst, tiny fluff, mentions of angel!Taehyung

Chapter length: Mid/long

Series Masterlist (soon)

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"Now you're just doing it to mock me, aren't you?" Jungkook sighs as he sits down across the demon dressed in all white, a smug grin on his face as he looks at the Angel with faked innocence.

"I don't know what you're talking about, pretty-bird." he jokes, earning rolling eyes from the younger one in front of him. "I also already ordered, if you don't mind." he winks, before a bowl is set in front of him, as if called right on time.

"Of course you did.." Jungkook mumbled to himself, before he sits more comfortably, looking across to get a good look of his 'friend'.

It's a little complicated. While Jungkook wouldn't necessarily call Jimin anything similar to a friend, the demon across definitely makes it very obvious that he thinks their friendship is hilarious. Turned a long time ago, he'd become a demon simply for his life lived as a criminal; bad life choices, as he calls it himself.

Though he's never been one to argue that his turning had been unjustified, something quite common amongst demons. It's why Jungkook gets along with him so well.

"I've got some questions." Jungkook starts, while the demon eats. "There's a youngling roaming around. Female, got attached to a kid. I'm sure you know her." he says, because Jimin seems to know every demon around.

It's Jungkook's excuse to meet up with him every once in a while, after all.

"fuck you, I knew you had some ulterior motive coming down here!" Jimin scolds playfully with his mouth full, making Jungkook roll his eyes a little as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed. "but-" the demon swallows down his bite, licking his lips before he shrugs. "-while I know her, I don't think I can help you much." he admits, making the angel across from him almost pout.

"oh come on, don't do this now." he scoffs. "you demons don't care about loyalty, so don't use that excuse on me." he almost laughs, though he does regret it when Jimin looks at him with a look that clearly speaks about his distaste about those words. Because demons do actually care about loyalty.

A lot.

"It's not about loyalty, pretty-bird." he sighs, putting his chopsticks down before he leans back, bowl empty and stomach full. "it's about the fact that I don't know much at all." he tells him, while Jungkook seems unsure still.

"nothing? I mean, she's a youngling but surely you gotta know something about her." he presses on. "Souls don't just.. Pop out of nowhere." he says, leaning back in his chair again. He needs to know how you got turned into what you are now- not only to find out your weaknesses, but to also maybe make sense on why you've attached yourself to a child of all things.

A tiny and fragile soul, not even remotely enough to feed someone as hungry as a young demon.

"you said you were friends Jimin! And yet you know nothing?" Jungkook tries one last time, but the demon across from him shakes his head.

"I can't know what not even she knows." he says, and it takes a moment until the Angel understands what he's talking about.

"you mean.?" he wonders, and Jimin nods.

"She's got no idea either. All I know is that she was just as confused as you are right now when I found her. Hell, she was terrified- not that I blame her." he mumbles the last part to himself, before looking out the window of the little restaurant they both met in to discuss you.

"so she's empty." Jungkook states more than he asks, well aware that his conclusion is most probably correct.

'Empty' simply means that a demon holds no negative feelings inside- has no reason to have turned at all. No hatred and no trauma or crime that could've made them follow the ways of the shadows instead of letting go like souls typically do.

"Or her memories got locked away." Jimin reminds the angel, who instantly looks at him. "I know it hasn't happened in a while, but Taehyung-"

"Taehyung was a completely different case, Jimin." Jungkook argues, shaking his head. "He simply got lost wandering-"

"He killed his father-" The demon argues, but Jungkook doesn't bend down.

"He protected himself and his sister and paid for his act! His intentions were never dark, he just.." Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, because he doesn't know how to further justifies the actions of his fellow friend and angel.

"it's okay to admit that he was gray." Jimin calmly states after the Angel seems more calm. "I never understood why you guys try and justify everything so much. Sometimes things just aren't right or wrong, black or white. And you-" he leans forward, tapping the hand of the Angel that's resting on the table. "- should know best, no?" he says, finger tracing a deep but small scar on the back of the Angel's hand-

Who immediately retreats his palm as if burned, chair loudly scraping on the floor as he leaves the restaurant, leaving behind an amused demon, who looks back outside the window before he pays for the meal and walks outside, a black cat rubbing herself on his leg, making him chuckle.

"You're surely making things a lot more interesting down here, little thing." he mumbles more or less to himself as he picks you up into his arms to look after the angel flying away, unseen by the rest of the world walking by, his hand scratching your chin while you purr.

Something is definitely happening.

And he can't wait for the show to begin.

Jungkook: Warm Hands 🔞

In which sometimes, he just wants to be closer.

Tags/warnings: Smut, Subspace, Slow paced, protected sex, some dom/Sub elements, he's more of a leading person than a dom tho if that makes sense

Jungkook likes to hold you.

He enjoys physical contact; though he's not big on hand holding, he likes to keep at least some form of contact with you whenever he's got you around; sitting you on his lap whenever there'sa chance to or on his thigh (which ultimately leads to him bouncing you around on it just for the fun), hugging you from behind, or having your legs over his lap while he watches TV.

Jungkook also likes to be held.

That's why he'd been absolutely bewildered when you'd told him how you didn't want to come off as clingy when he'd noticed the way you didn't seem to enioy his touch for a long time during your relationship. He'd blamed it on things simply bring new- simply thought you needed some time to get comfortable with him.

Against what the public might believe, he's neither scared nor awkward around women; he knows he can sometimes see a bit too confident, maybe even intimidating.

But then you'd kissed, had sex, and you still seemed to hold back and even try and put distance between you two, especially when someone else was around.

But after a much needed talk, after finally breaking that wall, the entire relationship had become so much more intimate in every way.

From the nights he'd spent wrapped up in your arms (as best as you could manage, there's a lot of him to hug after all) to the nights tangled up in the sheets chasing each other's breaths and pleasure. And the more you both explored, the more you learned, the more closer you became; in every way.

At this point, there's nothing to worry about when he's with you.

He takes great pride in it too; his own ego boosted whenever he remembers the small details in your behavior. How you'll stay close to him, how he'd learned from mutual friends how you've never been this attached to anyone ever before- he loves it.

He loves you.

He loves that there's no shyness or embarrassment between you two anymore either; he can be straightforward and blunt, doesn't have to think much about his words or actions, because he knows you, and he knows that you know him too. He can joke freely, he can say things others might give him an odd look for, he can vent and be angry and complain and be petty about something.

He can let it all out when with you.

Hell, you both sometimes walk around the apartment butt ass naked and it just feels normal.

But he especially loves moments like this; when he's got you underneath him buried in his pillows and bedsheets, eyes hazy and hands clinging onto his wrists- his own pressed down onto the mattress next to your body to keep himself upright. You're lost in pleasure, in the pleasure he gives you, floating and happy and with your head filled with nothing but him.

He feels honored to be able to help you reach a mindset like this.

He knows how to do it, knows how to handle it, knows when you need it. It's in a way his own way of repaying you all of the care you give him, the long nights you stay awake just to be able to go to sleep with him together, the early mornings you get up no matter how tired you are just to make sure to tell him to drive safely.

He's good at singing, but he's not good with his words; so he lets his actions speak instead.

You're both wearing nothing, having technically agreed to take a bath together; but jungkook admits happily that he can't get enough of you sometimes. Seeing you undress, your skin bare for only his eyes to see does something to him. He can't help himself.

And he knows you don't mind.

So instead of relaxing in the tub, you're both still in bed; breathing heavily, your moans so soft and his own voice unable to keep quiet either. He's not holding back anything; gentle hips moving with the elegance of the dancer he is, while still reminding you of his strength with every thrust. Just like always;

He likes to be close.

He likes to bury himself as deep as he can inside you, likes the sight of your chest moving in any rhythm he sets for the two of you. While he favors romantic times like these, he knows he can sometimes be the exact opposite.

Like that one time he'd rushed home after a concert overseas, knowing you're in his hotel room waiting for him. His adrenaline still high, blood still rushing, he'd held you high against the door; lips eagerly chasing yours, hands gripping your thighs before he'd moved you both to the bed. His fingers had dug into your skin in his haste, marks later blossoming on your neck where he couldn't contain himself, body sore after the second round that finally wore him out, letting himself relax in your hold.

But right now, he's got time; right now, there's no rush, only comfort, only the connection he shares with you.

His body is glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, but its fine; he knows you don't mind. The necklace he'd forgotten to take off dangles from his neck, swaying like a pendulum before it hits his collarbone every time he moves himself in a certain way. You can feel the way he slides in and out of you; how he almost backs out fully, just the head of his length staying inside, before he'd push himself back in, making your head spin and body tingle. Your legs move to wrap around his slim waist, a sign for him to move a bit faster- he knows what you want to say even if you don't sat it verbally after all. So he angles his legs a bit differently, front of his thighs pressed against the backs of your own, before he intertwines his fingers with yours, hands holding onto your own as he uses them to pull you closer to him. He's sitting up now, muscles in his lower abdomen contracting as he finally picks up his pace. You've thrown your head back into the pillows, exposing your neck to him, the delicate necklace he'd given you as a gift for your birthday two years prior decorating it perfectly. The little gem that hangs from the thin chain lays right in between your collarbone, resting there and sparkling as if to conquer the way your eyes shine whenever you're fascinated with him.

But it could never rival your eyes, in his opinion.

You're so pretty like this, holding onto his hands like he's your lifeline, and he likes to believe he is, because you're certainly his at this point. Even the things you don't like about your physical appearance are pretty to him- there's nothing he'd ever see as a downside to you.

He clenches his jaw as he feels his own peak approaching, teeth biting down on the inside of his lower lip as he lets go of one of your hands, placing his fingers right where he knows you need them. It makes you jump a little, mouth opening but the moan you let out is breathless, almost silent, as your core clenches around his cock, giving him the push he needed to spill his seed.

He's slow again, lazily moving, riding out your highs as he leans over you, face buried in the crook of your neck before he brushes your hair out of your face, kissing you with need. "I love you." He chants into your ear, his way of bringing you back into consciousness, softly, gently, with absolute care. "Good thing we didn't fill up the bath yet." He chuckles, staying inside you for a moment longer as he talks. "The water would be cold by now. But I like to take my time with you." He mumbles, your hands slowly exploring his skin again, as you take a deep breath to calm yourself back down. "Our quickies are pretty hot too, not gonna lie-" He jokes, kissing your cheek until you giggle in response. "But I like this most." He says.

He moves a bit to look at you better, and you smile. "Hey." You say simply, and he grins boyishly, pecking your nose.

"Hey." He replies, making you smile too.

"I'm getting cold." You complain playfully, and he snorts in response, before he slips out, making you and him cringe a bit at the feeling of loss. Tying the condom, he shakes his sweat-stained hair out of his face before he gets up to wrap a tissue around it, before he walks out the room, presumably to discard of it in the main bin in the kitchen. When he comes back, he eagerly jumps on the bed, barely missing your form as the bed creaks in protest. "Kook! You're gonna break it one day!" You laugh, and he simply shrugs, before picking you up to bring you into the bathroom.

"Thats kind of a life-goal of mine, not gonna lie." He says, putting you down in the tiled room before he moves to start the water. "But like, not from jumping on it." He winks, and you roll your eyes, arms crossed in front of you.

He's really something else.

Jungkook

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞♡𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 🔞 Masterlist

Who said every omega needs an alpha?

Main Tags/Warnings: Omega!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, Stereotypes, Friends to lovers, Major Fluff, Romance, Slight angst, Dom!Jungkook, protected sex, smut

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Main Work

Short Chapter: Needy

Drabble: Jungkook getting hit on by a female alpha

Short Chapter: Heatwave

Drabble: MC and Jungkook reunion

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Jungkook: Devil's Friend (1)

| Demon x Human | Smut in future chapters | Violence & Horror | Angst |

In which Jungkook just wants his revenge.

When it comes to the supernatural, Jungkook was neither a full believer, nor someone who outright denies its existence. He's somewhere between- heavenly beings and karma being something he very much trusts in, for example, while the definition of God and the universe's creation is something he more so believes in science than ancient teachings.

But now, as he sits on his bedroom floor with angry tears still staining his cheeks, he prays. He believes. He wants.

He's not usually this spiteful about things. He's been stepped on his whole life for being a soft person at heart- something his mother had always praised about him. But his mother isn't here anymore, his life completely in his hands; shards of it piercing his skin painfully so as he remembers the letter that had been placed in his mailbox last night.

They think after years and years of working his ass off, of giving the company his soul and energy, they can just throw him out like an old dog unable to walk- after all he's done for them.

Not like this.

Not after he'd found out that his own coworker turned out to be the guy his fiancé cheated on him with for an entire year. Not after realizing his own boss was making up all the rumors about him, painting Jungkook in the light of a villain to keep him in check and from reaching better jobs. Not after gaining knowledge of all the chains and shackles they've put him in, denying higher positions in his name while he himself never even got to hear any of those opportunities.

Each and every one of them, ruined his life. It's only fair he does the same.

But it seems as if he'd really believed in nothingness- the smoke from the candle as he blows it out filling his room with a bitter scent, almost as stinging as his own emotions inside of him. "Stupid shit." He growls at the small altar and ritual he'd prepared. He knows he'd done it right.

"Damn, you really are angry." A voice chimes up behind him, and as he turns around in shock, he spots a girl his age on his bed, dressed in a simple black dress as she swings her legs down the sides of the bedframe. "Why do you all act so surprised when you summon me? It's not like I'm here for a random visit." You click your tongue, arms crossed in front of you as Jungkook swallows hard, back hitting his wall behind him.

You slowly get up, as he breathes out. "I'm hallucinating." He says breathlessly, unable to grasp the situation unfolding in front of him as you bow down to pick up the black candle he'd lit before.

"Possible." You shrug. "Have to say though, that candle is kind of cheap don't you think? I'm a little offended.." you pout at it, before letting it fall to the ground again carelessly. "So!" You clap your hands, smiling menacingly at him who's still shivering against his wall. "Shall we make a deal now?"

"A- deal?" He wonders, before he turns a bit more serious again. Of course, how stupid could he be? That's what you're here for. Though he's not too sure what a demon your size could really do, he also knows not to underestimate anyone that comes across him- so he nods, composes himself, before he speaks again. "Of course. A deal." He says, trying to seem more confident. It makes you giggle instead.

"You want revenge. Inflict suffering the size as yours." You say, eyes starting to glow a little in the darkness of his room. "I can arrange that." You say, and he nods.

"You want.. my soul, right?" He asks, and you suddenly start laughing, the sound way too innocent in his eyes to belong to a being like you. Well.. then again, he doesn't even know what exactly you are.

"Thats boring. No." You say, stepping forwards until he can see you for the first time up close as you look up at him. You're not wearing shoes, he notices- no socks either. It seems like you're only dressed in the black summer dress. "I'll think of something along the way." You simply say.

"But-" he asks, wondering what you're talking about. "But how can there be a deal-" He starts, before your hand reaches out, softly placing itself against his chest- before he feels his skin starting to grow hot.

But he can't move, not even when he's sure his flesh starts to burn underneath your palm.

"Dont worry, pet." You smirk, leaning upwards to get a better look at him gritting his teeth as to not scream in agony. "I have a feeling the entertainment I'll get out of this will suit just fine." You say, before he closes his eyes in pain-

And you're gone.

He's in his bedroom, on the floor next to the ritual place- room cool, window silently opened. Did he dream?

Of course he did. How the hell was this all supposed to be real anyways, he thinks, as he slowly gets up to go wash up in the bathroom. It's in there that he notices his shirt feeling oddly sticky to his body- and in the mirror, he can see the dark patch of dried blood on the front, staining the bright blue fabric. In horror, he pulls the item off of himself, crying out at the way it pulls on the fresh wound he's got on his chest-

He's not too sure about all the witchcraft and demon lore; but he's pretty sure-

He's got a demon mark on his chest.

He learns quickly that while he can see you, others cannot, unless you want them to. You've spooked a child this morning when he stood in line at the small bakery shop near his office building- something he'd wanted to scold you for, but then again, why would he scold a demon for making mischief?

In his office, he already feels his throat closing up in anger at the looks his coworkers give him. Ever since the incident with his fiance and his best friend, things have been like this. He's the butt of everyone's joke, he's sure of it- especially after the guy had the audacity to give him an invitation to the wedding of them. What the fuck.

"You could scare a bitch with that glare, geez." You chuckle, sitting on the copying machine close by as you watch other office workers walk around. "Its boring. When are we gonna set something on fire?" You whine, making him click his tongue as he tries to concentrate on getting the files correct. Even if he's going to be loosing this job at the end of the month, he doesn't like slacking at all. "Hello~? I know you can hear me, pet." You say.

"Stop calling me that!" He hisses, already regretting summoning you if you'd continue to be such an annoyance in his day. "I.. let me finish this first." He says, making you huff out in dramatic exaggeration, suddenly turning up underneath his desk- startling him, as his knees hit the underside of the table, shaking the cup of cold coffee so much it spills a little, gaining the attention of someone walking past his work spot. "What the fuck?!" He hisses at you, who seems rather happy about it all.

"I could have him trip, you know." You say, making Jungkook confused, before he looks to the side, spotting his Ex's new husband. "Just a casual fall. His pen falls out of his pocket, hitting the ground just right and zap-" you click your tongue to underline your statement. "Straight in the heart."

"You're not doing that." He mumbles lowly, making you furrow your brows a little.

"You're no fun." You scold, and he's about to ignore you again, when he notices you untying his shoes underneath the table.

"Would you stop that!" He scolds again, a little too loudly as it seems to catch some other worker's attention around him- making you laugh underneath the desk as you rest your hands on his knee, leaning your chin onto them.

"I totally take that back." You giggle. "You're hilarious."

Take Me Somewhere Nice (Intro)

In which his task isn't unusual, nothing special, and not a big deal at all. Get rid of the demon that's attached to a child, simple as that. Or is it?

Tags/Warnings: Angel!Jungkook, Demon!Reader, Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, Mature (that includes triggering content and smut)

Additional Chapter Warnings: None

Series Masterlist (Soon!)

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His wings hold him securely in the sky as he scans the neighbourhood for the house he needs to find.

It's dark, late at night, but the child he's been tasked to isn't asleep when he finally settles on the large tree nearby, able to see into her window from his spot. The little girl is simply acting,fooling her mother until she deems it safe to open her eyes again.

When she sits up, nothing happens at first.

The child takes out what he thinks is a deck of playing cards, two dolls, and a bunch of little toy cars, neatly placing it on her blanket before she waits. His brows furrow as he observes the scene; her little chubby cheeks beginning to puff in happiness as she smiles excitedly when the shadows in the corner of her room morph into what he believes to be the demon attached to her.

Jungkook immediately becomes rather uneasy, getting into a different position to be able to quickly interfere as soon as he needs to. Demons can be vicious creatures, never sparing even the youngest of souls. And while he knows they have their purpose, it still doesn't sit straight with him how any being could torture an innocent soul like that just for entertainment and personal gain.

But what he spots isn't what he expected.

He's a little more than surprised to see the happiness in the little kid's face at the sight of the young demon, who sits down on her bed like second nature, before the two of you begin to play with the toys the kid has chosen for tonight.

This is certainly something new- and something he's not been told when his superior had given him the task.

"I need you to resolve a situation on earth for me." his superior tells him, arms crossed. "a young child is being haunted by a youngling of the shadows. I believe you've dealt with situations like these before?" he chuckles, as Jungkook simply nods.

"I've fought my fair share of demons." he says. "if it's a youngling like you said, it won't take long." he promises, while his superior nods.

"I hope so." he tells Jungkook, before patting his wings in encouragement. "I'll give you the details later. Get a picture of the situation, then tell me how much time you need."

"sure thing." Jungkook smiles. "I doubt it'll be that hard."

By now, the child is laying close to you, who's simply still sitting on the mattress while the girl falls asleep with her head on your thigh. He's so immersed into the sight of it that for a moment, he doesn't notice anything else- until he spots your glowing red eyes, fixated on him far away in the trees.

He's been spotted.

Yet again he prepares for a reaction- but there is none. You simply stay throughout the night, until the first birds start to wake up- Only then do you quietly disappear in the form of a black cat, jumping out the window just to vanish into the shadows of the garden nearby.

Something doesn't seem right here, he thinks to himself as he still keeps his eyes looking towards the direction you left in.

And right then and there, he realizes that this task might be more than he thought it would be.