Ima Try To Write As Many Requests As I Can Pls Be Patient I'm Slow

ima try to write as many requests as i can pls be patient i'm slow 😩

i said smut and summoned the thirsty bitches overnight ok i see u guys

Where can I find a Boyfriend like bully Jk?

Can I find one in Amazon?🤔

NO WE DO NOT WANT BULLY JK TO BE REAL AND WE DO NOT WANT TO BUY HIM HE IS TOO POWERFUL AND ... mean :(

So I was thinking if you could do a drabble where oc meets jungkook bully's mother ofc only if you want to 😊

VERY HYPOTHETICAL SCENARIO

"Let me come with," you persist, using a cutesy tone to further persuade him into you walking him home instead of the other way around. You want to see where he grew up and meet the woman who raised him, although the latter does induce some nerves within you. Bottom line, you want to know everything about him and if that meant meeting his mother, then so be it.

"No," is his firm refusal. He continues walking you to the bus stop with Bam tagging along or rather leading the way ahead of you.

"I want to meet her!"

"Please don't do this," he releases an exasperated sigh when you skid to a halt and cross your arms to hold your stance. His eyes trail to your furrowed brows and soft pout.

You merely stand and wait for him to give in. He will eventually. He always does. Everyone has a weakness, and you'll use his against him should the opportunity arise—and it has. So you give him those puppy eyes, although hardened with determination, and give him time.

"Please," he tries again, although much more softly and you know you have him in the palm of your hand. "God, you can't keep doing this," he quietly cries to himself and turns to the opposite direction. The direction of his house.

You follow his lead with a triumphant grin. Works like a charm every time.

Then the nerves settle in, and now you're the one hesitant to enter his residence. It's a small cottage, the wallpaint washed out and greyish, slightly rundown and visibly old. There's a nice garden though, and that's where Jungkook heads first to free his dog. You eye the wooden porch by the front entrance that has a folding chair and a round, small table with an ashtray. There's a terrace sticking out from the side of the cottage. It somehow suits Jungkook pretty well; the house's and his personality clash.

And then you see the draw of an opaque curtain from the window by the door. It's a woman staring at you with big, wide eyes. You return the same expression when you notice. She flies out of the house within a second, climbing down the three steps before halting in front of you. Her attire is kind of inappropriate, and she looks like she hasn't slept in days. Her dark eye makeup remains in smudges across her bags and smearing to her cheeks; her hair is disheveled yet untangled; her lips are plump and rosy; her skin is pale, and yet she is still desirable and pretty in a messy way. Her black nightgown's fabric reflects the light from the setting sun.

Then it dawns on you—how reminiscent her features are. Though Jungkook takes better care of his appearance, you can see how similar they are in the way they present themselves and... look. It's that careless, unbothered aura that attracts so much attention that has passed down to Jungkook from his mother.

Jungkook peers over his shoulder when he hears the ruckus that is his mother's clumsy steps. "Here we go," he sighs with dread.

You're first to talk as Jungkook cautiously steps next to you. You greet and introduce yourself, and he is seemingly more uncomfortable by this situation than you are. His mother smiles as awe and admiration graces her gifted features.

"This is her?" she asks her son in disbelief. When he belatedly nods and avoids her gaze, her jaw drops. "Oh, there's no fucking way. You are adorable!"

Her compliment takes you by surprise and fills your heart, wearing off the initial shock from her language. "Th-thank you," you barely manage to say. She puts an arm on your shoulder with her eyes raking over you, taking in your outfit and overall appearance.

"Tell me, how does someone like you end up with someone like him?"

You release an uncomfortable laugh just as Jungkook answers, "My looks pull. Now, how does anyone end up with someone like–"

"Oh, do not go there." Their short bickering pauses when she turns back to you. "I was told you made the first move on him. You're a bold girl, aren't you?"

"Well, I mean," you stammer with a chuckle, "I don't know... I've never been in a relationship so I didn't know the appropriate etiquette."

It's her turn to jolt back in surprise. "Never? So you did this dimwit's homework for him?"

"I am literally right here."

Both of you ignore him as you respond, "I needed a reason to talk to him and he wasn't interested in me at the time, so..."

"... So you took it upon yourself to get him interested. Shit, that's smart." She nods to herself, impressed. You never thought of what you did as smart, more so desperately grasping at straws and pathetic. "And just how long have you two been together?"

"Seven months." That's something you could confidently answer.

She blinks rapidly, long and thick eyelashes fluttering at the movement. You can't help but admire it, although you are still nervous because her questions are coming from a place of judgement; judging if you're actually serious about him. What are the right answers to impress your boyfriend's mother? You didn't think she'd be protective from the impression Jungkook had given you beforehand—they don't have the best relationship, but they seem like a fun duo from how similar yet different they are.

"This is his first relationship too, you know," she smirks. With no spared glance at Jungkook's warning look (he told her that with trust!), she tells you, "you two have been together longer than I've ever been with anyone in the past two decades."

"Go figure," Jungkook mutters under his breath. She lightly smacks his arm with the back of her hand.

"I would invite you inside, but I think you guys should just sneak into his room. We have guests," she purses her lips and raises her brows. It's a face of discomfort.

"Right." Jungkook urges you to enter and you quickly check the time to see if it's past your curfew—latest 7PM—and sigh in relief when it's only 4 o'clock.

Just as you're about to go inside, she calls after you to say, "I hope we can talk again. Catch me up on the gossip, yeah?"

You nod with a bright grin. This is the woman who made Jungkook feel like he wasn't enough; the woman who abandoned him and deteriorated his mental health. You keep that in mind when you're ushered past the living room and snuck in his room. She's likeable, but you can't like her too much.

You've learnt to keep certain people at an arm's length, and that sometimes included Jungkook as well.

You are a natural at baby writing 🥲 I can’t believe that’s your first time. Most overwrite the experience and it just gets too much or they write instruction like actions so it seems insincere? But but YOU, you are great at it.

why is this like one of the most meaningful asks i've ever gotten like i'm actually so happy that you said that, it's so reassuring and it makes me feel so PROUD? FLATTERED? GIDDY? i was sort of hesitant to post it but after reading this i'm so fucking ready to write it again 😤😤 god THANK YOU. SO FUCKING MUCH. ❤❤❤❤❤

I loved seeing all of the boys being on Oc’s side and not letting Yuna think she can just waltz in there like she can snatch Jungkook and their group 🤣

it was a 2v5 fight: jk n yuna vs the gang 😤😤😤 the gang is the new fight club 💪💪💯💯