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About Time (Time Leap!au, Soulmate!au) | Jungkook x reader x Jimin (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

Carousel (Arranged Marriage!au, CEO!au, Heirs!au) | Min Yoongi x reader (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✓ ➛ Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

Blood Moon Rising (Supernatural!au, Vampire!au, Werewolves!au) | Jimin x reader (feat. ot7) | ✵ ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | What happens when the only people you have put your trust in only repay you with betrayal?     ↪ The Shifters Series masterlist

In Motion (Masturbation Club!au) | Jungkook x reader | ✿ ♡ ✎ ➛ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch.     ↪ Chapter masterlist

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Red Series (Min Yoongi) | Secrets of Pleasure | ✿ ♡ ✎    ↪ Chapters masterlist

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Ok, i'm loving the start of this and excited to see where this goes!

Cable Management (Part 1)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Pairing - Junkook x reader

Genre - non-idol!au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, future smut, comedy

Rating - 18+

Word count - 2k

Summary - Your job is more hassle than it’s worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off… there’s extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. You’re also hungry.

Warnings (per chapter) - swearing, minor head bump but it’s not graphic (or that sore tbh), bad pickup lines, bad cable management (listen I would appreciate the tag so you’re getting it too)

A/N - Hello! This is my first EVER story to post! I’m kinda nervous but I also don’t actually think anyone will even see this? I was just gonna post this and then decide if I should go on with it or not. Being honest I don’t have a solid style or anything yet but I know I enjoy less serious stuff so that’s the vibe I’m going for. Easy breezy. I would appreciate any feedback or ideas or even your favourite recipes. 

Much love - J x

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Okay so this wasn’t going as well as you thought it would be. It was supposed to be a quick 20 minute job as your last one of the day before you went home. Simple, replace one (1) ethernet cable in an apartment complex at request of the landlord. Gravy train, cake walk, other food metaphors.

Whoever designed this layout is a total ass.

The area you need to shimmy into is somehow behind the world’s smallest panel and also essentially at ground level. You’ve also now dropped your phone in the small gap just as you managed to get the torch up on it, light side down. It’s pitch black in the tiny crawl space and yeah you’ve got the knee pads for it (part of the job, though come in handy for your latest impulse purchase of quad skates) but do you have the lack of dignity?

This job pays well.

Doing a quick scan around the resident hallway you see nothing but fancy fake plants (maybe they’re real? How is the lighting in here so good?) and even fancier doormats.

It’s go time.

You grab your torch (which yes, should have been your first option, but autopilot’s a bitch) and the cable and start shuffling through the small hatch. You spot your phone and pocket it before you forget. The next step is easy, just replace the busted cable with the new one and mosey on out.

Christ, this is the worst cable management you’ve ever seen in your life.

It’s physically painful. Everything is different colours for no reason and there’s not a label in sight. Contrary to popular belief at your company, no you can not just ‘sense’ which cable does what. Everyone only thinks you can because you’re so quick working with the company property. Funnily enough it’s because you have a penchant for label makers and some common sense. Wild.

You’re narrowing down your choices through the process of elimination and sheer will power. You’ve got 3 solid contenders to go from so you check your correspondence with the landlord to see if there was any sort of guidance you missed. There was not. “Yeah we supply high speed internet to all residents as part of our building package, though there’s one area in the building where the internet has gone down”. Awesome, thanks for nothing. Fuckin’ landlords.

The simple option here is to replace all 3, the cables are pretty cheap and it would save you a lot of time trying to figure out this bombsite of wires. With that decision made you start to shuffle out backwards, ass first back into the hallway. Standing back up and cracking your back (you know you shouldn’t but God it’s so satisfying) you bend to your backpack to get the extra 2 cables.

“You’re gonna blind someone with that ass”

Fuck, your hallway recon was a failure. Someone is in the hallway. Someone RUDE and clearly about to be fucking annoying.

Spinning round on your heel, you decide to confront this asshole.

“Excuse me?” you seethe, “what the hell kind of thing is that to say to a stranger?”

He’s got a black facemask on and a matching baseball cap. Actually, he’s entirely in black clothing too. Tight t-shirt and skinny jeans snatched with a simple black leather belt. Chunky boots on bottom. You kind of want to ask where he got the boots from but your pride won’t allow that right now. His tattoos are pretty sick too but, once again…pride. You can see a mixture of regret but also amusement in his eyes. This riles you up further.

“Listen, dude, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but I am not in the mood for this right now. Take your shitty pickup lines and move along, I’ll be done here soon”

Having said your piece and not caring for his, you return to your backpack in search of the cables.

“AAAHHH! My EYES! My precious and gorgeous EYES are BURNING!”

This motherfucker.

“What the fuck is your problem dude!? I’m just trying to do my job and quite frankly I find you creepy. So take yourself and your stupid mouth out of my vicinity, or I’ll wrap one of these cables around your idiot neck” you finish with a smile and a quick demonstrative tug on the cable currently in your hands.

To his credit, he does have more regret in his eyes than before, but there’s still a glint of amusement in his eyes, like he’s about to challenge you. Now you’re not small by any means, but this dude does look pretty jacked. Your joke earlier about the whole cable and the idiot neck thing seems a bit far fetched in retrospect.

Double down, bitch.

“Alright fucknut, stop gawking and get a mo-”

“Your ass is literally shining, like… Your phone torch was shining in my face” he smirks, victorious.

Fuck.

You snatch your phone from your back pocket and turn the torch off, huffing. Maybe a little (lot) embarrassed. Meanwhile smug asshole side steps you slightly to gawp at your ass again.

“Still blinding though, damn”

You sigh and will your (face) cheeks to return to a reasonable colour.

“Alright you’ve made your point, sorry for shining my torch in your face, you can move on now”

This time you grab the other two cables and immediately try to escape into the hatch to avoid further eye contact.

It’s going well, this is fine. You can’t see him and he hasn’t said anything else so this move was the right choice. Fuck, your knees hurt from dropping too fast. This is almost as sore as when you knee planted approximately 14 minutes after getting your quad skates. You really need to practice falling graciously. Fall on your bum, the internet said, it’s easy, they said.

Focus.

You’ve replaced 2 of the 3 cables and now you’re relaxed knowing Mr. Asshole has decided to leave you alone. He probably lives here (obviously, you’re in an apartment complex and he was in the hallway holding keys), but once this job is done you can close the hatch and report back to the landlord. Replacing the 3rd cable proves to be a pain due to how it tangles in with the rest of the wires, so you have to back out of the hatch to give yourself some room to coax it out with you. You take 4 shuffles back before your ass hits something solid. Whipping your head up fast to determine the object, you smack your head clean off the hatch top and immediately face plant back to the floor.

This is why cable management is important. Fucking ASSHOLES.

“Fuck! Are you okay?”

Incredible, absolutely incredible.

Sore knees, sore head, sore face, wounded pride, and now come to think of it, you’re pretty fucking hungry too.

“Why are you still here?” You ask, squinting back at Mr. Asshole who has apparently stayed completely stationary and silent during the ordeal.

“You’re literally blocking my door” he says, pointing at a door where you’ve rested one of your tote bags against.

“Are you fucking serious? Just move the bag? Are those arms for show?” You cry, getting more angry and hungrier by the second.

He’s still not moving, why? You finally twist and sit up to lean against the wall and take the L. He’s still wearing a facemask but you just know this bitch is smirking.

“You like my arms?” He giggles. GIGGLES.

You snatch your tote bag from in front of the door and start to pack up, 2 out of 3 is a pretty good chance. You can always convince the landlord whatever goes wrong is because of the poor cable management. You can also convince him that someone (not you) needs to come back and sort that, it’s clearly dangerous if your current state is anything to go by.

Mr. Asshole has gone into his apartment thankfully and you’re winding up the one wire you didn’t swap out to put back in your bag. This 20 minute job has sucked. This building sucks. Landlords always suck. This guy who’s door you’re outside of su-

“Here, I’m sorry you bumped your head, I didn’t mean to startle you” there’s a bottle of water and a tray of painkillers in front of your face.

“Please take them, they’re still in the tray and sealed cause I know you think I’m creepy” he actually manages to look a little hurt, too. Fucker.

Squinting your eyes at him you take both items. They are both sealed, like he said. The water bottle has been in the fridge and the painkillers look… Normal. They pass the vibe check.

“…thanks” you mumble, uncapping the water.

“Don’t mention it, shiny butt”

You choke on the water.

“Let me walk you to the lift?”

You cough out the rest.

Catching your breath you consider your options. Fight with Captain Douche and stay here longer, or just take the hit and finally go home to massage your knees…and eat.

“…fine, but only so I can leave this cluster fuck of a building”

He smiles, from what you can see, and grabs your heavy backpack from the ground. He hands your tote bag to you and heads off to the lifts.

It’s pretty awkward on the ride down to the parking garage, as was expected. He didn’t make any more passes at you or attempt to be cheeky. He didn’t actually say anything, just stood next to you in silence. So why does he look so giddy?

The doors open to the garage and you step forwards. You awkwardly hover in front of the doors so they don’t close while Mr. Asshole hands you your bag.

“Thanks for carrying this I guess…bye”

You start heading towards your parked bike, tying your hair into a low ponytail so you can get your helmet comfortably on. You shove your tote into your backpack and start strapping it to the rear of your bike when you hear a small gasp. You turn back towards the lifts to see Mr. Asshole staring at you with the widest eyes you’ve ever seen. He even takes his baseball cap off to shove his hair out his face to see better. Ah. You’ve been here before.

It’s the big motorbike effect.

Kind of still gives you a bit of a thrill to be honest. You love your bike and you love how confident it makes you feel. Shit’s heavy though.

“Oh my GOD that’s yours!?” He practically screams.

“No I just enjoy strapping my belongings to other people’s vehicles to see what happens to them”

God, you’re funny.

You swear you hear him whisper “fuckin’ step on me” but it could be your heightened ego talking.

With all prep done you take your seat and put your helmet on, you revv a few times (who doesn’t like a show) and you’re just about to leave when Mr. Asshole speaks up.

“I’m jungkook by the way”

“That’s nice… bye” you’ve started walking your bike backwards out of the parking space. Glancing back to make sure you’re good to go, you notice the lift again.

He’s stopping the doors from closing and holds up something between two tattooed fingers (fuck, those tattoos really are cool) for you to see. Squinting, you can make it out to be the key card you were given to enter the building via the lifts. The fuck? How did he even get that?

“So I’ll be seeing you again I’m sure. My internet is still down and shiny butt the biker babe needs to come back and fix that” he steps back with a flourish and a wink, letting the lift doors close in front of him.

Gawping at the lift, you can faintly hear what you would describe as a manic cackle, declining in volume as the lift goes up.

This MOTHERFUCKER.

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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pairing: yoongi x plus-sized female reader

genre/tropes: colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, coffee shop au

summary: You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you.

rating: 18+ for sexual content and difficult subject matter

word count: 24.7k (complete!)

warnings for series: Frequent POV changes. Reader is insecure about her body and has a lot of internalized fatphobia. Depictions and conversation about mental health and insecurity. Panic attacks. Conversations about angsty back story that includes medical issues, a medical diagnosis associated with fertility issues and potential infertility, and a break-ups because of these conditions. Sexual content including but not limited to: making out in public, soft dom Yoongi, oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex with other birth control in place, creampie, daddy kink, and cum eating. The smut is all very very soft, in spite of these perhaps spicy to some warnings, I promise. 

***Be sure to read the complete warnings before each part!***

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KAI ⇢ “ROVER” MV BEHIND THE SCENES

Untitled | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: idolverse (no explicit mentions of BTS), strangers au; angst, smut

Warnings: foul language, inexplicit smut (making out, non-descriptive penetrative sex) (18+)

Word count: 16k

Summary: For years as a sculptor, you felt detached from your own work - unable to title them, describe them, name the most basic emotions that artists should be in tune with. A chance encounter with a man one winter night finds you in a journey of finding your own meaning. And as you slowly discover what it means to create and to feel, you find out that this might also be what pulls both of you far apart.

A/N1: It’s been tough being on a writing slump and not being able to come up with something new, but then Indigo happened. I’ve been so into Closer and been wanting to write something that would encapsulate the song’s emotions, but the more I listened to NJ talk about his album (especially Yun), the more I got to reflect on so many other things. So here we are. This was a quick write (and an experiment, too!) filled with my own ramblings and questions that only one Kim Namjoon would prompt me to have. Please enjoy.

A/N2: I’m not an artist, but I’m fascinated by them and what they create (Van Gogh’s Digital Art Exhibition in the LUME, Melbourne from last September just blew my away). In another life, I probably would’ve been a collector. But the essence of humanity in my professional work links to my own appreciation of art in that sense. All the things that I wonder about life and the essence of being human are reflected here. I’ve taken from Namjoon’s reflections and insights as well, and once again, I was reminded of his brilliance and his heart.

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