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The Drabbel Where Bully Jk CRIES Made Me JUNGSHOOK!WHO IS BULLY JK I CAN'T RECOGNIZE HIM?!

The drabbel where bully jk CRIES made me JUNGSHOOK! WHO IS BULLY JK I CAN'T RECOGNIZE HIM?!

The Drabbel Where Bully Jk CRIES Made Me JUNGSHOOK!WHO IS BULLY JK I CAN'T RECOGNIZE HIM?!

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IS THAT A BAD THING 😫😫 ive mentioned before he is a lil complex character albeit cliche 💀

The Drabbel Where Bully Jk CRIES Made Me JUNGSHOOK!WHO IS BULLY JK I CAN'T RECOGNIZE HIM?!

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3 years ago

My Time (Teaser)

My Time (Teaser)

pairing: yandere!fan!Jungkook x fem!actress!Reader

genre: retro, drama, thriller, oneshot

summary: Aspiring to be one of the top actresses of the 20th century, you crave recognition for the blood, sweat and tears you put into your work that only your fan who's hopelessly devoted to you provides: Jeon Jungkook. You're always a supporting role and despite never leaving the shadows, he brings light to your presence through his letters.

It's only when you have the opportunity to be seen by all as the lead that he becomes the looming darkness that casts the shadow over you.

a/n: this is like a spinoff of a thriller film but with a lotta changes 😫 anyway what a simp!

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Dear Sorelli,

Before I attempt to describe the beauty of your work, which is a very hard task to do considering I could write a whole novel about your breathtaking performance in the Phantom of the Opera, I must mention how cheated you must feel for not taking the role of Christine. It’s understandable of course, for you are the most talented actress anyone has ever come across, but I’m ashamed to admit I was relieved when I first heard of the casting. 

It is one of my favorite plays, and you portrayed La Sorelli perfectly; your dance, your expressions and tonality… you were the main character in my eyes. You deserve to be in the spotlight always, and the theatre director didn’t do you justice by the very few scenes that you starred in, but is it wrong to say I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way?

Christine had too many kissing scenes, and I can’t imagine how I would feel if you were to play her; I predict I’d be shattered, and for that I’m grateful that you didn’t get the lead. And the outfits you wore… I tried to be respectful by looking away every time you bent or crouched in that tight ballerina costume, but I didn’t want to miss out on your performance. If that comes off too straightforward, pardon me, I did my very best to keep a clean mind. 

I said Phantom of the Opera is one of my favorite plays, and it is, but it was a bore to watch when you weren’t on stage. The only reason I stayed until the very end was to see you again, bowing to the audience with the crew, and I made sure to make you feel appreciated by applauding the loudest. You were the star, just like every other play you’ve been in. I say this in every one of my letters, but I will always remind you that you’ve become the sole reason I love theatre despite being a fanatic for years. It is no coincidence that I saw you in the darkest times of my life, for now you are my light. 

Love always,

Jeon Jungkook


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3 years ago

How about a drabble where bully jk gets nerd oc name as an tattoo and he suprises her with it?

how about yes

You gasp and jump out of your skin when two hands grab your shoulders from behind after picking up your drink from the vending machine. They let go just as you whirl around to face the source of your jumpscare. You sigh in relief when you see Jungkook smirking down at you.

"Never gets old," he chuckles quietly.

You gently slap his shoulder in retaliation with feigned annoyance. "Normal people don't get off to scaring people."

"Really?" he tilts his head and puckers his lips in thought. "Huh, remember the time you broke up with me and told me you were pregnant as a prank? Your normal is not exactly normal."

"Oh, hah," you laugh awkwardly and rub the back of your neck while your foot twists on your toes. "That was... yeah..."

He quirks an eyebrow at you with a smug closed grin. You dryly cough before popping open the can in your hand to take a sip. Upon seeing your knuckles, his eyes light up when he remembers the initial reason for his approach.

When he opens his mouth to deliver the news, your eyes widen at the gauze on his knuckles. You choke on your drink and he pats your back lazily, "Aren't you thirsty?"

You recover quickly and take his hand in yours to inspect the bandage. "What happened?" you panic and look up at him. "Did you get into a fight? Are you alright?"

The concern in your gaze amuses him, and you furrow your brows in confusion when he uses his bandaged hand to palm your cheek. "It's not a battle wound, stupid," he slaps you lightly, "it's a tattoo."

Your eyes twinkle as you gasp and look at his hand again. "Can I see? Oh, wait, you have to keep it on for a whole day right? What is it?" Your fists shake above your shoulders in excitement and you refrain from bouncing on your feet.

"I'll show you," he pinches the end of the gauze with a mischevious look, "but you have to guess first."

"Is it a word?"

"I... actually don't know." Is a name a word?

"But they're letters, right?" you giggle.

"You're supposed to guess."

You disregard the roll of his eyes, your joy not fading in the slightest. You love his tattoos. "Hieroglyphs!"

"The Egyptian symbols? No."

"Okay... Kook!"

"Ugh," he's irked by the mere idea, "that's just embarrassing. No."

"J-J-K?"

"That's three letters and four of my fingers are bandaged." He clicks his tongue, "I gave you a hint a while ago. Did you forget?"

You pout thoughtfully and recall any instance where his tattoos were a topic of discussion until it dawns on you a few seconds too late. He has an unimpressed expression until your jaw drops. "You didn't," you breathe.

"Yeah? What if I did?" he smiles boyishly before unwrapping the cotton fabric without taking his eyes off of you. You're breathless when your gaze trails to his knuckles that spell out your name.

"No."

"Yes."

"No," you shake your head while the rest of your limbs are frozen.

"Yes," he nods with the most dazzling grin. His eyes crinkle at the stretch, but you can't fawn over it when there's a bigger matter at hand.

"Jungkook, no."

"Baby, yes."

He forms a fist and holds it before your trembling pupils while you stand there in shock. "No," you whimper and your eyes turn glossy with how deeply the gesture touches your heart. He sat through a painful procedure to gift you this beautiful sight, displaying his dedication to you with the permanent ink skin deep.

"Yes. Looks fucking awesome, doesn't it?"

"It's so pretty," you coo and gently hold his hand with both of yours as if it's fragile like glass. "I-Is it real?"

"Of course it's real," he scoffs and stares at you with heart eyes. Your reaction is just too endearing. "Now you're stuck with me forever because I'm not lasering this shit off."

An idea pops in your head and your eyes shoot up to his, looking ever so serious. "I should get your name tattooed on me too!"

"Oh, you... No, you don't have to do that–"

"But where?" you whisper to yourself and look at your hands. "On my neck, maybe? Or my knuckles too? My collarbone–"

"Under your tit."

You blink up at him, but there's no hint of satire in his tone nor expression.

"If you're going to get it, it's going to be under your tit."

"I..." you stammer, his command catching you off guard, "O-Okay."

"Just let me know when. I'll prepare the equipment in my dorm."

"You're going to give it to me?"

Your shocked, adorable response has him flicking your forehead. Hard. "That's for thinking I'd let someone else see you in a bra."


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3 years ago

Omg loved those side drabbles🤣❤️ 😍 Can you do a drabble for when Jungkook tattoos his name on OC😆 that is cute as heck

hah,,, idk about cute in this one 💀

"Is it sterilized?" you worry in your spot on his bed where you lie down, hands clenched into fists at the anticipation of pain from the needle that Jungkook inserts through the tube and into the machine with his black gloved hands. He's shirtless with you, both of you half naked in his dorm. There are baby wipes on his bedside table.

"It was in sterile packaging, the fuck you think?" he responds monotonously, completely focused on the task at hand. There's a rough draft of the tattoo right under your bare boob written in marker where he will ink your skin. You're nervous and have goosebumps all over, nipples hard from the exposure and emotions that come with.

You close your eyes shut and stop digging your nails into your palms. You don't need to lose any more blood than you will from the procedure by cutting your palms. Your only comfort is admiring his tattoo sleeve and thinking yours will be just as beautiful. Plus, your heart flutters every time you see your name on him. You know you won't regret doing this.

There is no warning when Jungkook sits down by your waist and holds up the machine. "W-Wait, we're starting?" you panic.

"You're not ready?"

"I just need a second," you breathe. You swallow your nerves and even out your breathing while he soothingly rubs your stomach that is twisted in knots. "Is it going to hurt a lot?"

"Just a sting," he quietly reassures, "it'll only take a few minutes."

You bite on your lip to stop the trembling and nod at him to begin.

"You'll be alright," he pecks your cheek before palming your boob to hold it up, just in case. You don't know if it's entirely necessary, but you're in no position to question him about the process. He's the one with countless tattoos after all.

It buzzes just before it meets your skin, and you immediately squirm with a squeak. He squeezes your boob as a warning and carefully writes out the first letter despite your subtle jerks. His left hand wipes at the puddling ink thrice before pulling away.

Thankfully, you're not crying so far.

"That's one letter done," he announces and gives you a short break without moving his hand from your tit.

"Oh God," you whimper, and he starts massaging the soft flesh to comfort you.

"Not so bad, right?" he leans down to gently bite your nipple, making you jolt before opening your eyes.

"Just a sting," you reiterate in a cute whisper.

"I'll be quick."

You're only rewarded a break once he finishes the first name, Jeon in capital letters that are in a relatively small font. It's quick work, and he kisses your swollen lips that you bite on anxiously to distract you from your building up tears. They go back down by the end of the break, and he gets back to work.

The second part is... not so great, considering it takes a lot longer to write eight letters while you still can't stay still. And to think he went through this pain multiple times!

He refuses to give you a break, and your breast takes the punishment for your relentless squirming and whimpers. He doesn't give into your pathetic crying, but you don't end your efforts despite his lack of empathy.

"It hurts! Please, just one minute!"

"A slut can take it," is his final response, relating back to the time he carried you on his back without your shirt on. The memory flusters you, and you suck it up by sitting still without stopping your whines.

By the end, your cheeks are flushed and a few tears have made their escape while he cleans up your tattoo with a few more swipes of the baby wipes.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he says condescendingly and wipes your tears away with his thumbs after taking off his gloves. You can still feel the aftermaths of being practically stabbed, but it's not painful enough to warrant another cry.

You're glad that it's over, and excited to see the results. He picks up his phone to take a picture without your nipple in the frame and passes it onto your grabby hands with a satisfied grin. His chest is puffed with pride, and seeing his name on your flesh is so sexy in his eyes. He's tainted you completely.

You sit up with a gasp and zoom in on the photo. "It looks amazing!"

"It looks hot is what it is," he looks at his phone with you. He pecks your cheek again, "You did really well, baby. Took it like a big girl."

You smile widely at his praise and snuggle into his neck. "Thank you," you meekly say with a blush, appreciating both his work and his compliments.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispers into your hair and pulls up your face to kiss you again—not so much a peck this time.

You sigh into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, on cloud nine from the beauty cast by his steady hand and having his permanent mark. It's a gesture to swear yourselves to each other, and it ascends you to euphoria.

He lightly caresses the stinging red flash before lying you back down on the sheets, his lips uncharacteristically gentle on yours as if to make up for hurting you.

But it doesn't feel like it; it feels more like a special occasion. You show your love with pain and needles, but feel it with pleasure and intimacy—he can hurt you with pricks and kiss them better. He's not chasing a climax, he's giving you the aftercare.

He calls you by his name this time.


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3 years ago

I love Bully Jk’s development with OC, it’s cute🥲❤️❤️❤️ how can this man be so fine all around?! Also when he thought she left and he was like “you could’ve said something you bitch” I cackled cause I was like Jungkook chill she is in the BATHROOM 🤣❤️ but poor baby, he just really loves her and is afraid of losing her😭❤️

AWWW U CACKLED🥺🥺🥺 it makes me so happy that u enjoy the side drabbles :,))) he is becoming more open as time goes by, being all vulnerable and cutesy and shit😩 IN HIS DEFENCE THO HE DIDN'T KNOW WHERE SHE WAS 💀


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3 years ago

your feedbacks always make me so happy ;;; tHANK U SO MUCH AHH <33

I was thinking how would a day in the Family of the Jeons looking like? Could you make a drabble of it? Of course only if you want to :)

OOOOO OK OK OK I LOVE THAT

Jungkook hasn't cracked a single smile throughout the whole day. You tried comforting him before his ride back home for the majority of the spring break, but nothing can save his depression from being around his mother. There isn't one good memory that involves her presence in his life.

He was willing to stay in his dorm throughout the whole three weeks of vacation, but tough luck, there was a cockroach infestation a day prior to his holiday. Only his dorm. Fate has different plans for him, and he's not religious or anything, but Satan might just be lurking around him.

Your house isn't available because of your strict mother, his friends are leaving town and staying with Taehyung is arguably worse than temporarily living with his mother. At least he doesn't have to share a room with her.

The scowl on his face only deepens when he comes face to face with his first home. It's like ripping off a bandaid when he opens the door, unlocked as usual, before entering.

The living room greets him with crickets. Utter silence and empty with no one around. The walls are chipped, the couch is washed out and the hardwood flooring has scratches on them. He enters and makes the effort to not make a sound as to not summon his mother, but like clockwork, the moment he steps foot inside, she appears from the kitchen.

"Jungkook!" she gushes and tackles him into a bone crushing hug. Her eye makeup is smudged and her outfit is merely a black nightgown.

He knows her excitement will wear off soon enough; they're bound to argue in a matter of minutes about his "disrespectful behavior." She's unpredictable in that regard, but it's clear that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

He groans and yanks her arms away. His greeting is merely a question, "Is anyone else here?" He knows his mother like the back of his hand: incapable of being alone and constantly searching for her next soulmate. The only serious relationship he's had was with his father, who is basically missing.

"Only my boyfriend and his daughter." She leaves room for him to take off his shoes and throw his bag full of necessities on the floor. "She's really pretty by the way," she whispers.

"Not interested."

"Oh come on, you haven't even met her–"

"Babe?" A stranger with a gruff voice steps out of the master bedroom while fixing his bed hair. It's 2 PM and he looks like he just woke up.

"Good morning sweetie," his mother brightly grins at the man before introducing her son. "This is Jungkook, my boy I was telling you about. Kook, this is Jinyoung." She leans into him threateningly, "Be nice."

"How fucking old is he?" he whispers back, perplexed.

"Thirty-seven."

"Are you serious?" he groans and stands straight before picking up his bag. "Good luck," he plainly greets the man before walking off to his bedroom.

Upon opening the door, a young girl sitting on his bed with music blasting from her earphones enters his sight. She squeals when she looks up to see the intruder and yanks the buds out in panic.

"What the fuck? Mom!" he whirls around to find her in the kitchen again. "Why is there someone in my room?"

She doesn't look up from the stove where she's practically burning scrambled eggs and her calm tone contrasts his angry one. "That's Yeri, the girl I was telling you ab–"

"I don't give a fuck, why is she in my room?!" The chaos is already making his head hurt.

"She's been staying there for a while now."

Jungkook slaps a hand on his forehead and inhales until his lungs hurt. He stomps back to his room with a death glare. The girl hasn't moved an inch out of surprise and the music continues to come out of the earphones. "Get out. You're taking the couch."

"A-Are you Jungk–"

"Out."

She shoots out of the bed and scurries to the living room with a fearful expression. He sighs and kicks a stray bra lying on the floor out of his way before dropping his bag with a thud.

This sucks. He considers running off to Taehyung in a moment of desperation, but he hasn't reached the level to go through with it yet.

He starts unpacking and ignores his mother's announcement of breakfast. He collapses on his bed with a grunt and massages his temples, but even one second of peace is not an option in this household when his mother barges in to repeat her announcement.

"I'm not hungry," he spits.

"At least sit with me. I've missed you so much–"

"I'm tired."

"Stop being a brat and come."

She leaves no room for argument when she slams the door shut. "You're so annoying!" he shouts past the thin walls before smacking his head at how childish he sounds. Is this Hell?

He shoots you a quick message before trudging to the dining room.

♡ the love of my life ♡: kill me

He slumps down on the only idle chair next to Yeri and leans back without even glancing at the dish. He lost his appetite the second he came here.

No one's touched their food yet, presumably from waiting on Jungkook, and just as Jinyoung picks up the utensils, his daughter nervously chimes in, "Let's say grace!"

The couple is surprised by her words. "You're the one who always whines about it," her father states quizzically.

His mother scoffs playfully. "She wants to hold Jungkook's hand, sweetie," she nudges her boyfriend with her elbow.

Yeri blushes and looks down at her lap as Jungkook mutters exasperatedly, "Jesus fucking Christ..."

He crosses his arms when she meekly holds out a hand to him and her father, and his mother frowns upon the action.

"Jungkook," she drawls.

"I'm not fucking Christian!"

"Just hold her hand!"

"I don't want to!"

"When a girl is interested in you, you're expected to respond accordingly."

The other family in the table stare at them in bewilderment, thrown off by their bickering.

"Yeah, I'm responding with rejection."

"Get over this I-hate-girls phase already, you're twenty years old!"

"I have a girlfriend!"

"Oh please," she dismisses him with a flick of her wrist, "I'd love to meet her in your dreams."

"She's real," he growls with a snarl, "and she's certainly not a kid." He gives Yeri a pointed look.

"I'm seventeen!" Her father clears his throat uncomfortably.

A notification from his phone disrupts the conversation, and he checks it to escape this mentally draining interaction.

You: oh baby what's wrong:((

♡ the love of my life ♡: mom is breathing

"Who is it?"

He scoffs at his mother without looking up from the screen, "My girlfriend."

Yeri whines with a pout as his mother jumps from her seat to take a peek.

"What the hell are–"

She smacks the back of his head after reading his last text in a millisecond. "Mom is breathing? You brat! Who is this girl? Show me a picture," she gushes excitedly, completely forgetting her earlier attempt at matchmaking.

"None of your damn business," he hisses before he gets another notification. Him and his mother immediately look down at his phone.

You: i'm trying to make the best of staying with my mom >_< you should try as well!

♡ the love of my life ♡: with this woman?|

She coos as she snatches the phone out of his hand. "Hey!"

"She sounds so nice! Take her advice, you imbecile–"

"I'd rather die," he deadpans as he tries not to hurt her while reaching for his phone.

"Listen to me," she uses her authorative tone that has Jungkook pulling back with a frown. Old habits die hard, such as rebelling against his mother before she becomes genuinely intimidating. "You're stuck with me for a month. Don't make me turn this house into a living hell."

He resists the urge to say it already is.

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Smoke swirls in the open air from the lit joint that hangs off Jungkook's lips. Finally, some peace and quiet in the balcony. He came prepared with a stash of cannabis for when things get too overwhelming in the house, and it's only the first day.

The sky is bland with no stars or clouds, a boring view of midnight black from the balcony where he leans against the railing. He enjoys watching the busy street instead, and he feels less shitty about his current living situation.

And yet his newfound happy daze fades too soon when the joint is snatched from his fingers. "Give it ba-" he pauses when he sees his mother taking a puff from his stick. He looks away lazily.

"Don't worry," she blows out the smoke, "I'm not here to scold you for smoking weed."

"I don't care."

"You're old enough anyway." She follows his line of sight and takes another drag. It's quiet for a minute until she asks, "You met her in college?"

"Yep."

"Truth be told, I can't imagine you asking out a girl when you're so spiteful. How did it happen?"

He can't believe he's having this conversation, or why he's responding without being so snarky. He chuckles instead. "I didn't really ask her out. She made a deal with me where she does my homework and I pretend to like her back or whatever."

She laughs quietly. "You used her feelings for you to your advantage? You take after your mother," she jokes.

"She offered," he shrugs with a smile, " and I was struggling with my courses. I chose law as my major when I was mad at you so I could sue you or something, but it's so fucking boring."

"Oh, how much you love your mother," she huffs with a giggle. "I deserved that. Being a single mother didn't exactly work out for me."

"You were no mother," he scoffs, "all you did was ignore me or insult me when you weren't introducing me to my next step-dad. Did you know that this is my first relationship?" he glances at her with a bitter lopsided grin. She turns to look back at him and passes the joint. He inhales the filter before continuing with a mouthful of smoke, "I didn't want to date anyone because I didn't want to turn out like you. I didn't want to have relationships that only last a week before moving onto another one. I can be alone."

"Let me guess, you didn't believe in love either," she mocks in a silly deep voice.

"Fuck off."

She sighs as a peaceful silence settles over them aside from the running engines. The truth hurt.

"Tell you what, son. You turned out a lot better than I did. My parents didn't exactly raise me either, only left me with more issues than I can bear." Jungkook listens intently without reacting. This is the only normal conversation he's ever had with his mother. "I have practically no redeeming qualities, and having sex is the only way I can pass the time."

He groans. "I did not have to know that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to tell you about the birds and the bees first?"

"I get it, you're a prostitute with no salary."

She whacks his head before bursting out in laughter. He suppresses his own laugh and merely chuckles through his nose.

"You would've been a better mother if you were high all the time."

"Nah," she shakes her head, "I just needed to be more present throughout your childhood. It's too late for me now." She shrugs as her lips fall into a hard line. Jungkook's smile falters and he doesn't say anything.

When she feels tears welling up in her eyes, she blinks repeatedly and lets go off the railing. "Good night, Kook. I'll see you in the morning."

He nods at her and watches her leave. Beats staying with Taehyung.

"Night," he murmurs to himself before putting out his joint and entering the living room. All the lights are out, but he's still familiar with the layout of the place.

When he passes the couch, he flinches at the sound of Yeri's voice. "G-Good night–"

"Shut up."

Before jumping on his bed, he checks his phone to see if you've sent any texts.

You: good night and sleep well baby!! i love you sm <33

♡ the love of my life ♡: gn and ilym

♡ the love of my life ♡: lets meet up tmr


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