Heart Of The Storm

Heart of the Storm

Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6200

Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism 

Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx​ @ppersonna​ and @taetaewonderland​  • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah​ whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu​  • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most..

This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?

You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here…

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood. 

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed. 

Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought…

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

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L is for Lunacy (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Established Relationship / Light Angst / Fluff

<< A FOLLOW-UP ONE SHOT TO THE ART OF WAR MORE >>

Synopsis: After two years of being sworn enemies (and 42,000 words of shenanigans), you and Jungkook had finally begun dating. As it turned out though, dating wasn’t any easier than coming up with the perfect witty retort to wipe the smirk from his face. When you came to the first Big Decision of the relationship, it was honestly anyone’s guess as to how things would go.  

Warnings: handcuffs (male + female), oral (male + female), very explicit dirty talk, degradation, semi-public making out, condom-less sex, cum play, things get soft (except Jungkook’s dick). Seokjin randomly procures invitations to formal events; no one really knows how.

Word Count: 15,790

Author’s Note: In order for this to make the most sense, I would recommend reading The Art of War More first! Thank you :)

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Boyfriend Material

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Comedy • Smut • Friends to Established Relationship • (sorta) Slice of Life 

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 2400

Warnings: sexual content and a messy (but ultimately harmless) ex

THIS IS A HEADCANON FIC 

This means the story is told in bullet point format. This is the first time I have ever written a story like this. It was something new to try and I really hope all of you like it!

Requested by Anon Lisa: I really hope you like it! So sorry you had to wait so long!

Thank You: to Ana @xjoonchildx​ Donna @taetaewonderland​ and Lindy @ppersonna​ Every time I don’t feel good enough… you convince me that I am. And a huge thank you to the angels in the BTS Smut Hub. You guys are a one in a million group.

You meet Jungkook through mutual friends...

He doesn’t open up very easily and prefers being around people he is already comfortable with.

When you first start hanging out - he notices you. But he’s shy and he’s not really looking for anything…

So he checks you out now and then and for the most part you aren’t on his mind until-

One night you and the crew are hanging out and he says something - and then he wishes he hadn’t because it sounds ridiculous but then - randomly - unexpectedly - you get it.

He’s kind of shocked that you understood what he meant immediately.

That rarely happens… even with his best friends…

He thinks about it a lot.

He pokes around the group for scraps of info about you.

But like… not OBVIOUSLY.

(Jimin figures it out immediately and starts inviting you to more things.)

When you guys hang out again, Jungkook makes a point to engage you in conversation more… to see if (maybe) you can understand him again.

He wants so desperately to be understood. Words aren’t always easy.

But if there is a person who gets him…

You talk for 10 minutes.

Then it’s 30 minutes…

Now it’s been two hours.

And it’s easy.

Oh my GOSH it is so easy.

Why is this so easy?!

He definitely needs to talk to you more.

Talking to girls is NOT EASY but with you - it’s different somehow.

So you talk more.

Eventually you exchange numbers.

Now you talk every day.

And if you don’t talk he’s … kinda sad.

Because talking with you is not only easy…

It’s fun.

It’s freeing.

And the longer he talks - the more he notices things…

Little habits… the sound of your laugh… the way your smile makes his chest jump…

The way he wants to kiss you-

He wants to kiss you?

OMG HE WANTS TO KISS YOU.

Suddenly everything is hard again and he ignores your texts for two days.

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Oh my gosh.  While I was reading this I kept thinking this scenario is just like the one in the Smallville episode with Lois and Clark.  When I read the author’s notes I was ecstatic.  Anyway, the fic was really cute, my money was on Jin being the baddy.  

OREOS and Electroshock Couples Therapy

You and infuriating precinct playboy Jeon Jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. Literally nothing goes according to plan…

Genre: Fluff/Comedy/Suspense

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Trope: Enemies/Rivals to Lovers ~ Fake Dating

AU Type: Loosely Brooklyn 99 (with a hint of Smallville) Police Detectives AU

Word Count: 3315

Warnings: kidnapping with threat of harm (not graphic) ~ mature themes and innuendo ~ light/implied smut

“Your delusions have run away with you again.”

“My delusions? Now I know it was you. You’re even more insufferably pretentious when you’re trying to hide something.”

Jungkook grinned.

“Brilliant theory, Detective. Shame there’s no way to prove it.”

“You could confess,” you fumed tightly.

His grin became positively gleeful. You were this close to tasing him.

“Do you genuinely expect me to confess that I ate your last Oreo?”

“It was a violation of human decency.”

“Yes, and when we find the culprit, I’ll be sure to tar and feather him.”

“You’re not taking this seriously, Jeon.”

“Now, whatever gave you that idea?” Jungkook asked as he folded an arrest report into a paper airplane.

You were saved from responding when Captain Kim barked both your names across the precinct.

“Detectives _______ and Jeon. My office. Now.”

Namjoon sighed as he watched the two of you bicker all the way to the door.

It’s like having extra children. 

“We’ve got a case. Commissioner marked it top priority and you two are taking lead as of right now.”

Your forehead wrinkled in confusion and Jungkook raised a single curious brow.

“But Jimin is my –”

“Why not Hoseok?”

Namjoon raised a hand to silence you both. You weren’t teaming with your regular partners. Questions were to be expected.

“Jimin’s staying on that trafficking case while you work with Jeon. We need to draw out a perp targeting engaged couples. Thus far, all of his victims have been a male and a female, mid-to-late twenties. You two fit the profile, so…” he grinned, “congratulations on your engagement.”

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I don’t really know your rules or anything but I was wondering if you could do a reaction or Drabble or whatever about a BTS member of your choose because I cannot choose and a reader that has really bad allergies to pollen. Bad like has hives on their legs and has a hard time breathing from their allergies. It’s fine if you don’t want to. I would be more specific but I don’t really know your rules.

Sneezes And Cuddles

Type: Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort, humor

Rating: PG 13 (curse words)

Gif Credits: AME3

"ACHOO!"

"Fuck this shit! I hate everyth—I'-I—"

"ACHOOOO!"

—everythinggg!" you manage to finish saying as you try to breathe and get more air into your oxygen-deprived lungs. Your nose is packed and dripping, your eyes burn, and so you reiterate—you hate everything. 

It was your least favourite time of the year, the dreaded, motherflippin—spring.

You could not for the life of you understand why so many people liked spring. If someone were to ask; you could easily write a 2000 word essay with examples and graphic illustrations, detailing precisely why you thought spring was the season of all evil, and how it's outer beauty was just a facade to hide it's deep, dark, evil intentions. 

No, you were not dramatic, the rest of the world was just too naive and easily fooled. 

"Earth to Y/N, hellooo, did you sneeze out the last few brain cells you had, too?" you hear your boyfriend rib good naturedly and in response, you scowl.

"I hope bad things happen to you. I hope you fall off the bed tonight and get a cramp, you son of a—mmph!"

Before you could finish your oh-so-colorful thought, Jungkook somehow managed to shove a spoon full of Benadryl into your mouth and was now crouched beside your supine form, grinning cheekily. 

 "-muhck yohu" you curse as you glare daggers at your boyfriend, the spoon still in your mouth, making your words sound garbled. 

"What was that honey? Love you? Aww, I love you too babydoll!" Jungkook chirps back before he softly retrieves the spoon away from the clutches of your mouth. The gentleness of his actions contradicting his cheeky, teasing outer disposition. 

You wince and make a face, as the taste of the medicine refuses to leave your mouth. Jungkook seeing you in such abject misery, smiles sympathetically before he leans down and drops a kiss on your temple. 

You freeze as you feel his soft, wet, lips, press against the heated skin of your forehead, before you moan aloud, and wrap your arms around his crouched form. 

With your face hidden inside the lapels of his jacket, you groan, "Ihatethis.Ihatethis.I hateee this. I have hives Kook—hives! Is this some sort of karmic payback? Did I kick innocent puppies in my last life or something? This is ridiculous!"

You feel as Jungkook keeps leaving butterfly kisses on your head while you rant your frustrations away, one of his hands is wrapped around your shoulders and holding the spoon away from you, while his other hand runs through your tresses and down your back. 

"It's gonna be okay love, I promise. You'll be fine, this is just an allergic reaction, it'll go away soon. And isn't my babygirl the strongest? She won't let a pansy little cold beat her." teases Jungkook softly as he pulls you closer to him and lets you snuggle between the folds of his jacket. 

You smile as you hear him say that and snort from between his jacket folds before continuing, "Yeah, well, apparently your baby girl isn't as strong as you thought, and as it turns out you are just blinded by love." 

At that, you hear him chuckle before he mutters a soft "Cutu" under his breath and buries his face in your hair—letting you tighten your arms around him and pulling you in his lap, as he settles himself on your shared bed and starts stroking your thighs gently. 

With your hands and legs wrapped firmly around the strong built body of your gorgeous boyfriend and your nose buried in the crook of his neck, you think—'maybe spring isn't all that bad afterall.'

Hope you like this Anon! 

Thanks for reading! 

Have a nice day 💗

Would you rather be arrested by Jin or Tae?

▨ Arrested ▨

Pairing: Detective Kim Seokjin x Criminal Reader (Reader has a nickname)

Genre: Fluff • Angst • A Bit of Humor • A Hint of (Light) Smut

Word Count: 2690

Rating and Warnings: (M) for mature themes, innuendo, and light smut • mentions of heartbreak • criminal activity • morally questionable choices • a bit of rough contact and manhandling (very minor) • not as dark as it seems at first I promise • handcuffs obviously •

Author’s Note: This was my first time doing one of these and it totally ran away with me… 🙈 but I really enjoyed writing it and I can’t wait to tackle the next ones. I actually received two anon asks with this same request, so - to whoever you lovelies are, I hope you like it.

“You always did look good in red.”

Your fingers froze for a fraction of a second on the final button of your shirt.

You knew that voice. For years it filled you with warmth…

Now there was only dread.

“And here I thought saintly policemen preferred nice girls in white,” you drawled coolly, in stark contrast to the chaos his proximity had unleashed within you.

Your eyes did not seek him out, but every other sense stretched toward him with painful intensity.

“I should,” he shot back sharply, not bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice, “I should want someone else.”

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