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メ The Mentor メ

Rating: Explicit

Word Count (Predicted): 7k(ish)

Warnings: The Sass is Lethal

Jeon Jungkook is a rising star in your agency, but as an established idol with a raging international fan base, you couldn’t care less... that is until you’re forced to “mentor” the brash young rookie in a cringy reality show. Between the pranks, the suggestive teasing, and one extraordinarily irate goat, you and Jungkook will either kill each other or learn that there are some things in life that are truly worth fighting for...

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“This is completely pointless.”

“It definitely has a point.”

“I don’t want to do it.”

“Funny - I don’t recall asking.”

If looks could kill, your manager, Kim Namjoon, would be knocking on the pearly gates.

“I’m not a babysitter.”

“Noted.”

“And I really don’t want to do this.”

“Previously noted. And it still doesn’t matter. You’re doing it and that’s final. Every idol under Dionysia Entertainment - including you - signed a contract agreeing to the mentorship.”

“But he’s a child-”

Namjoon massaged his temple, already tiring of your familiar dramatics.

“He’s twenty-three. Barely 3 years your junior.”

You snorted, turning to the large screen in the corner of the room where a young man with large, impossibly beautiful eyes danced to the number one song in the county - his song.

“Jeon Jungkook is nothing more than another one of your cookie-cutter pretty boys. Dionysia practically has a farm of them. I have no interest-“

“Jeon Jungkook is not like the others. The kid is talented - really talented. He has the makings of a true idol. That’s where you come in... Pairing with him will bring positive press for both of you.”

“Can’t I just write him a nice inspiring note? Must I endure this farcical reality show?”

“You’ve built your career on those farcical reality shows. Now it’s time to give back. Season 7 of ‘The Mentor’ begins filming in three days, and you will be mentoring Jeon Jungkook.”

Namjoon could practically see the steam pouring out of your ears. He grinned.

“You know... he admitted in a interview earlier this month that you were his biggest celebrity crush growing up.”

Your eyes widened indignantly. “I am not even 26 years-old. How could he possibly-”

“He was 14 when you debuted as the maknae of DreamCast. Apparently he hung your poster right over his bed.”

“I suppose he mentioned that in the interview as well?”

“He did actually,” Namjoon chuckled. “No doubt you featured prominently in his adolescent fantasies. Who knows how many times he-“

Your ceramic coffee mug slammed down hard on the table, cutting off the lewd declaration before he could fully voice it.

“Are we done?”

Namjoon was coming up on four years as your manager, but he’d been your friend for far longer... You had clearly reached your limit for the day.

“Report to Studio A tomorrow at noon,” he sighed. “You’ll need extensive prep before the live show and the producers want you to spend some time with Jungkook before you ‘meet’ him on camera...” he paused momentarily to gauge your reaction, but your face remained stubbornly neutral. “Any questions?”

“How bad would it be if I faked my own death between now and tomorrow at noon?”

“I will take that as a no.”

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“... Tomorrow at noon? We will definitely be there. Thank you, sir. I- ... oh - uh yes - I - I would love to meet your daughter, sir... Of course... No, thank you, sir.”

Kim Seokjin hung up the office phone and buried his head in his hands.

“That sounded like an interesting conversation.”

Jeon Jungkook leaned his chair back on two legs, idly tossing a miniature basketball into the air. Jin glared at him through his fingers.

“I hope you understand the gravity of the opportunity I’m about to present you with, because it looks like I may have just bartered my virginity away for it.”

“Your virginity!?” Jungkook snorted. “I hope they know it’s used.”

“Your mentor for the show is DreamCast’s maknae.”

The ball hit Jungkook in the face and both he and the chair crashed noisily to the floor.

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▨ PARK JIMIN HAS SEEN MY GRANNY PANTIES ▨

Genre: Fluffy Comedy ▨ Teachers AU

Word Count: 1116

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Reader falls down the stairs. Fall does not kill her, but she may die of embarrassment.

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“Are - are you crying?”

You gaped inelegantly at your would-be rescuer. 

“…Is that really the question you’re asking?”

Jimin flushed. His gaze dropped.

“No - I - of course not. I just didn’t expect-  I heard a scream-”

“Mr. Park-”

“Yes?” 

He blinked earnestly at you. 

You briefly forgot what you were trying to ask.

“Um…please help?”

He nodded and drew closer. 

“Can you move?”

Sharp streaks of pain spiraled viciously over your limbs.

“No,” you wheezed tightly (seething with equal parts embarrassment and agony). “I think I might have broken something-”

The next words burned in your throat, but they had to be said. 

“You …may need to carry me.”

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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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If this was turned into a novel, I would totally buy it. The storyline and emotions emitted in this is amazing.

•▨ The Choice ▨•

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Pairing: Bastard Prince Min Yoongi x Virgin Reader

Genre: Fairytale/Fantasy AU • Smut • Fluff • Angst

Word Count: 7300

Rating and Warnings: (M) for mature themes, innuendo, and sexual content • injury • loss of virginity • mention of a side character being too rough with his lovers • 

Special Thanks: A huge hug and a ton of love goes out to my FIRST EVER beta reader (and tiger king wife) @xjoonchildx​. • Also thank you to (my other tiger king wife) @ppersonna​ and (actual angel) @joonglows​ for giving fabulous encouragement and listening to me whine. 

Author’s Note: Hello @shadowsremedy​! Remember that one time 300 million years ago when you sent me this prompt for the WYR game? So this story happened… I hope you like it! Sorry it took for-actual-ever. 

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a lady born of fire and light

within her blood runs holy might

she must forge her lover’s throne

destroy what once was set in stone

her maidenhead shall be the sign

For from her springs the true king’s line

First Prophecy of the Current Age, Kingdom of Norlandria

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“My lady… I think you may have the wrong room.”

The cloaked figure seated serenely on his favorite chair - in his bedchamber - simply tilted her head.

“No,” your lips twitched in subtle amusement, “I am exactly where I meant to be.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Here? You meant to be here - in the bastard prince’s sleeping quarters?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes met his with cool defiance. Yoongi felt his body stir in response - as it always did when you were near.

Gods this is a dangerous woman.

His hands clenched into fists.

“My lady -” he emphasized your title deliberately, “you cannot be here.”

“And why is that, Min Yoongi?”

It’s been years since he heard his name on your lips and he was utterly unprepared for the effect of it - utterly unprepared for the sharp shot of pleasure twisting low in his belly or the heat that curled up his spine. 

Only the dull fingernails digging painfully into his palm kept his reactions in check.

“Have you forgotten who and what you are?”

Emotion flared in your eyes for the briefest moment.

“No. I have not forgotten.”

Yoongi crossed his arms, leaning back against his large wooden wardrobe with a dismissive scoff.

“Clearly you have, so it falls upon me to remind you that - as the only daughter of our high priest - a child of prophecy - and the sacred virgin bride of the future king - my brother - you have no business-”

“I am not here for your brother,” your voice cracked like a whip, cutting off his condescending tirade with pointed intent, “I am here for you.”

Yoongi felt the deep stirrings of fury boil up in his blood. He stormed forward, slamming his fist on the desk beside you.

“Is this a trap?!” he growled viciously, “Some sort of elaborate ruse cooked up by my brother to lure me into treason?”

“No-”

“Then are you trying to get us killed?!”

“Yoongi - please - listen-” you reached out to grab his sleeve, but he was too fast. He caught your bare wrist in his hand and you both froze.

It was the first time he had ever truly touched you.

It was the first time anyone but your parents and your handmaidens had ever truly touched you.

Gods she’s soft.

The thought flashed through Yoongi’s mind before he could stop it, stoking his anger all the more.

He swore loudly and yanked his hand away.

“Do you not comprehend that even being in the same room with you alone is a death sentence? You cannot come to my quarters in the middle of the night wearing -” the words choked in his throat as his eyes dropped below your neck- “spirits and saints preserve me - WHAT are you wearing?”

“A nightgown.”

“I can see it’s a nightgown woman - er my lady - but the fabric-”

You nodded pleasantly, “It’s the finest in all the land.”

Yoongi opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again.

“It’s completely see-through.”

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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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ceo!yoongi - baby makes three

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, the fluffiest fluff, bitch you is PREGNANT, yoongi squeals in this, jimin is ur supportive bff as per usual 

→ wordcount: 3.5k

→ notes: well folks, we made it..,,.,. you guys like ceo!yoongi so much that we’ve come to the point where he starts a damn family with y/n.,,.. writing this gave me intense baby fever so i hope it does that to u too <33333 also there is definitely going to be a part two of this drabble where i’ll be writing like week by week of the pregnancy so keep an eye out for that  

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

oh god

it’s happening again

you furrow your brows in discomfort and press the back of your hand to your mouth while the other hand clutches your stomach

immediately you drop to your knees and fumble with the toilet lid to get it up and

bLEruGHHUhuHGhuHuhGUhguh

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