WAIT

WAIT

WAIT

WAIT

YOU DID THE WHOLE TALE?!?!?!?!?! ALL OF US ARE SCREAMING

we’re done

stick a fork in us

and we see those tags, you saucy wench. 😏

Follow The Sound

BTS OT7 x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,737

Release Date: April 13, 2020 @ 7 pm

Follow the sound of the pipe, follow this song. It’s a bit dangerous but I’m so sweet. I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you. You called me, see? I’m taking over you.

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EXCUSE ME MADAM!?! HOW THE FFFF ARE YOU JUST...GONNA FLIP MY SHIT ON ME LIKE THIS?!?!?! IDONTAPPRECIATEBEINGCALLESOUTLIKETHIS?!! IRESEMBLEALLTHESEREMARKS?!? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. ACTOR KTH FTW. AND THEN YOU THROW THE MOON IN IT?!?! STOP IT I WAS BORN ON HALLOWEEN- THATS MYSHIT?!?!

ahem.

But, really thank you so much! This was excellent! It was fun answering your questions 😁 and definitely worth the wait! -Admin T

Typecast | KTH

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Taehyung  Genre: Fluff, Smut (established relationship) Word Count: 2K Rating: M (18+) Synopsis: There’s something about a waxing moon that brings out Taehyung’s kinky side. For a beat, you forget this is all a game.  Warnings: Flirtatious banter, role play, spanking, dirty talk, fingering (F), exhibitionism, throat grabbing, unprotected rough sex, graphic descriptions of sex, creampie. 

A/N: This one goes out to Admin T in my 3-part gift to @thebiasrekkers​! I want to thank them for putting up with my silly questions about favorite colors, kinks and weather preferences. Lots of love from their secret bunny, Mochi! 🍡🐰

“Excuse me for being so forward, but I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t get your name.” Your boyfriend reaches out his hand and nods, trying not to smile. “I’m Taehyung, but you can call me Tae.”

For a beat, your body forgets this is all a game. He really is a good actor—his eyes are focused solely on yours, not allowing you a second to process the scenario he’s chosen. Warmth prickles up your arm as your fingers finally touch.

“Nice to meet you, Tae.” You shyly dig the toe of your shoe into the pavement and brush your blushing cheek against the crook of your shoulder. Hand clasped in his welcome palm, you give him a gentle shake. “I’m y/n.”

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OMGLSDFDISJF;LKSDAJF;OILEWJF;OIWJW;EWae!

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! HOW?! 

I’M CONFLICTED!

On one hand, I want to feel bad for my poor baby, but at the same time, how was Yoongi supposed to know that it was his heart that would break. OR MAYBE IT WAS YOONGI’S HEART THAT WOULD BREAK?!

Omg, and your tags, wait a minute. I didn’t sign up for this. YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE A SERIES!

Girl, you better tag me. TAG ME AND MAKE ME CRY FOR THESE THREE!

My angst-filled heart demands it. 

A H E M

But seriously though, I loved it. It was so well-done and you did a great job keeping the flow consistent. I’m literally in awe of your version of storytelling and I cannot wait for the next portions to be released. You truly are amazing. Thanks for being my Secret Bunny~!

~ Admin E

Tell Me A Story

Jeon Jungkook x Reader ; BTS x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,055

Release: April 10, 2020 @ 12 p.m.

Sypnosis: “I won’t read your fortune, but I will tell you a story. Though I must warn you, life does often imitate art.” All Jeon Jungkook wanted to know was if he’d pass his finals or not.

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Heaven’s Day 18+ || KNJ

Rating: NC-17+++ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || boyfriend!BTS

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC

Warnings: FOOD PLAY (god what is it with me and food play?); sensory deprivation; bondage?

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,084

AN: Look I have no excuses when it comes to this. Just absolute filth..... AGAIN. I might as well just do a food play BTS line at this rate.

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft

“Sweetheart, are you comfortable?”

You could feel his breath tickling on your ear, stirring the stray hairs from your head around as you nodded. Your dark curls had fallen everywhere on the bed as you hadn’t bothered to tie it up before getting into that position for Namjoon. To be honest, he hadn’t given you much time to do anything since lumbering in--fresh from the plane and all riled up. 

In typical fashion, Namjoon hadn’t told you the specifics on when he would be back but only the date. The gentle giant had only smiled and deflected the question when you had asked, intent on having something ready for when he came over. Plus it only helped him when the rest of the members butted into the conversation before you two had to disconnect. That was how the evening was starting off with him surprising you, which had escalated to the bedroom. Now you were tied up with a sinful red colored satin ribbon and the sound of his deep chuckle in your ear. 

It wasn’t your idea to use the blindfold but after your dark eyes had successfully undressed him throughout dinner, Namjoon decided to give your eyes a rest while he undressed you. His hands had gently and slowly taken off your loose top, exposing your bare chest to the chill air. Now you were just in the ribbon and shorts while he rustled about the room for a couple of things. Your heart raced as you could hear what was going on, slowly becoming frustrated with how long he was taking. 

“I saw these on the way over here but instead of eating them after dinner, I wanted to eat these on you. You’ll have to tell me how they taste first…”

The mischievous tone to his voice was riling you up even more. He tutted when you started to frown, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the objects in question. You could almost see the arch of his eyebrow at your face, questioning whether or not he should smile. He, however, resumed to open the prizes he had brought over. It almost sounded like he had some sort of flimsy container that usually had fruit in there, the noisy objects that always made sounds when you were sneaking them late at night. 

“Sweetheart, open up.”

Something cold touched your lips, making your lips part ever so slightly. He pressed the cherry to your lips, encouraging you to bite into it. The sweet juice spilled out over your lips and into your mouth, leaving a tangy aftertaste to it--one that made you want to lick your lips afterwards. He pulled away the rest of the cherry, smearing some of the juices across your lips with his thumb. His rough pad over the skin had you leaning into the touch, asking for more of his touches. You heard a faint laugh from him at the action but he resisted pawing at your dark skin. No, he was more interested in drinking you in after so long. 

The next one was placed in his plump lips as he leaned over to give you a kiss. You could feel the smirk as he held the cherry to your own lips, the sticky liquid spreading out between the both of you. You leaned up into his kiss, taking the rest of the cherry that he had with a smirk of your own. There was a pause as if he didn’t realize that he had his half of the cherry stolen from him but when he grabbed the back of your neck, he forcefully tilted your head up and exposed your neck more to him. The small dose of dominance from him had you nearly gulping the cherry down before taking in a sharp breath. He moved his warm and sticky mouth from your lips and onto your jaw, nipping the sweet skin there. The peppering of kisses were a bit rough, drawing out a darker color to your skin as he moved down to the neck and over the swell of your breasts. 

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to create friction as he nibbled on different areas of your skin. A sudden slap to your upper thigh had you taking in another sharp gasp, stilling your movement. 

“Are you feeling a bit frustrated, love?” The frown appeared on your lips again and that time, it made him laugh as he leaned into you again. “Good.”

You felt him get up from the bed, a flush appearing on your skin from both frustration and arousal. He amused himself with opening another container while you laid there as you tried not to voice your frustrations to him. You knew that if you did, the touches and the time it took for him to fuck you would take so much longer. The bed sunk down again, his weight adding to the softness of the mattress. Your bare skin could feel that he had no shirt on this time, the warmth of his own dark skin radiating onto yours. 

A sudden cold shock blossomed on your skin as it made goosebumps appear in the vicinity. Namjoon placed little slices of pineapple across your chest, in particular near your nipples. He gave a soft hum of satisfaction when the buds rose from the contact. When he was ready, he dipped down and captured one of the slices in his mouth before moving to the adjacent nipple. His hand snuck behind you, arching your back in an embrace to meet his mouth while the other one dipped into your shorts. The swirl of his tongue combined with the texture of the pineapple had a soft moan escape your mouth, sighing and trying to get as close as you could to his mouth. 

His fingers danced underneath the fabric, toying with the edges before slipping in themselves. The satin strained under the tug of your arms when he slipped his fingers inside of you, trying to break free of the soft silk. In response, he added another finger as he pumped them in a slow rhythm. Namjoon was determined to touch and taste every part of you that night before actually giving into his own desires. A moment to commit to his memory for when he had to leave again, something to dream of when he missed you. 

“Namjoon….” Came the breathy plea from your lips, his name finally spilling from them as he nibbled another piece of pineapple from your chest. His fingers and his mouth were working you over, the little love bites and his soft murmurs into your skin were driving you crazy. And the bastard didn’t even have all of his clothes off yet!

“I know, baby but let me taste you just a little longer..Hmm?” 

He moved his body around, leaving your body a bit cold as he lifted you up to take off your shorts. Your body almost screamed for his touch again, that familiar burn threatening to launch you off the bed and into space. Soon, you could feel his hot breath between your legs as he continued to taste and bite into your soft skin. He placed your legs on his shoulders as he dipped down to lap at the juices that had started to pool down there. The taste had him almost growling in appreciation as he suckled at your core. 

The sweet taste of pineapple mixed with the aftertaste of cherry only enhanced your taste. Namjoon pulled your hips up, getting deeper and pulling the string tighter for you. Grasping at the silk that had you tied to the headboard, your gasps grew needy as he wound you up until finally snapping and shaking all over his face. 

He groaned at your response, nearly wanting to go at it again but instead--he grabbed another slice of pineapple and placed it between his lips. Namjoon climbed up your body and hovered over you to give you a sweet kiss, mixing both juices into it. You could feel his hardness pressed against your skin over the fabric that was still on his body. Lazily sliding a leg up his body, you decided to tease him a bit as revenge for his own torture. Namjoon growled in response, pulling your leg upwards and driving his own pelvis into your exposed body. 

His face buried into your neck, nipping again at the soft flesh--pressing his body as close to you as possible as he gathered you up in his arms. However, the tension from the silk made the ribbon come a bit loose but it was enough to get your hands free. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and carding your own fingers through his hair. The action made him growl even more, the deep reverb that was just as effective as a speaker. That was one thing that weakened him, other than your fascination with his thighs. You always loved to sit on one of them and slowly grind yourself to the edge before he finally took over. 

He soon lifted himself up enough to aggravatingly take off his belt and pants, the snap of the leather almost echoing in the room. Namjoon threw the clothing to the side and spread your legs wide enough for him to slip through, not that he needed to anyways. The sweet stretch as he inched his way into you, wanting to feel every part of you before he lost himself in the pleasure. Namjoon groaned, almost panting as you held onto him and as he was fully sheathed inside of you--he waited patiently until you gave him the approval he so desperately wanted. Despite his wants and needs, he always made sure you were happy first before losing himself in anything. 

Slowly at first, he rocked his hips and pressed you into the mattress with deep thrusts. The sound of skin slapping didn’t happen until a bit later when the sweet burn started to build and the two of you were clutching at each other. His pace quickened the longer he drilled into you, even placing a leg on his shoulder for better access. Your cries added to the sounds of the moment, Namjoon trying to commit it to memory but failing in his driven lust. 

His thrusts became harder the closer he came to his own end, leaving you with nothing but his shoulders to hold onto. The bed groaned itself under the force and weight of your two bodies crashing against each other. Your breasts bounced as you lifted up to him in that familiar rhythm that he drove inside of you. Time seemed to still as you panted and peeked at him from your eyelashes, his handsome face was now flushed with want like he had been on stage and performing for thousands of people. Right then, he was performing just for you in a way that nobody else was allowed to see or hear. 

Gasping, you moaned out his name over and over again as he pumped inside of you--building that tension again until you couldn’t take it anymore. Shaking, you shattered underneath him with a cry and grasped at him again like you would fall off the face of the earth had he not held you. Namjoon panted out a pretty whine when your walls clenched around him, trying to get as deep as he could before he finally stalled himself. His own orgasm had the veins in his neck nearly popping out from the force of it, his rhythm stuttering to a loving halt as he emptied himself into you. 

Namjoon kissed your face tenderly once he had regained his breath, sweeping some of your dark hair out of your face from where it had fallen during your escapade. He continued to leave sweet kisses across your body, mainly where he had raised the discoloration on your skin. The gentle giant was back, gathering you in his arms once he had pulled out of you with a sigh. The clean up would happen once he had the strength enough to stand but for the moment, the two of you enjoyed the warm enclosure that came with the aftermath. 

“Don’t fall asleep baby girl… we still have to get you cleaned up.” You murmured your response into his chest, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck. “I want to be able to have you again in the shower too.” 

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,764

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​

Chapter 33: Tomorrow

“I hope tomorrow will be different from today...”

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Occasionally there were things better left unsaid in life. This applied to every soul that could be counted, especially among people. Never tell the woman you were seeing that her ass looked fat despite how many times she asked. Never mouth off to someone who could kick the shit out of anyone who dared to cross them without batting an eyelash. Never reveal bedroom secrets to someone who had their eye keenly on someone else’s bedroom partner.

Yes, some things were better left unsaid and sometimes there were simply no words for what a person may have wanted to say. Keeping lips sealed was often for the best.

Jungkook kept his lips zip-lock tight the day Eden came home from work. She had “the look” on her face – the one that practically screamed ‘I’m deep in thought so don’t fucking disturb me’. He’d been waiting on her for nearly an hour, wanting to surprise her since he finished work early for the day. 

He wordlessly tried to take the groceries from her, but she refused. Instead, she insisted that he reach into her coat pocket for her keys. When he did, however, he was surprised to see that it wasn’t the set of keys he was used to seeing. The brass key was replaced with a stainless steel one and attached to it was a single keychain with a cartoonish looking puppy on it – its expression reminiscent of one of the faces Jungkook often made when he was pouting.

She waited for him to open the door, but the shock was too much. The meaning behind it was way more for him to process at that moment. When Eden shouted at him to open the door, he nervously slid the key into the lock and almost broke it in the jam. Finally, he opened it and quickly took the groceries from her, shuffling inside and almost tripping out of his shoes. She laughed when he tried to give the key back to her, brushing past him to head into the kitchen. Jungkook smiled, putting the key into his pocket. 

Neither of them said anything as they pushed around in the cramped kitchen, trying to put things up without getting in each other’s way. They were mostly successful and when he tried to grab her hand, Eden ignored him and started stripping out of her street clothes while fumbling for her shower things. Jungkook couldn’t keep the goofy smile off his face when he noticed her rosy cheeks, laughing and grabbing for her. He spun her around until he felt he might be sick. He kissed her hard, refusing to allow her to make it to the shower. Not before he made love to her on the floor.

Twice.

When he’d thoroughly worn her out, he laughed and rubbed at his sore shoulder from the punch he’d received from her. But it was worth it. So fucking worth it.

After they showered, Eden shuffled around in the kitchen and made dinner. Nothing fancy. Just a large pot of ramen with some chicken mandu thrown into it as an afterthought. For a moment, all Jungkook could do was stare at her; considering every movement and drinking in her presence. He loved the way she was in that moment: hair disheveled and loosely wavy, her clothes clean but torn and askew – as if she’d fumbled from the bed and walked into a thrift store to pick out her threads at random.

When they finished, he offered to do the dishes, but she insisted on doing them herself. Eden’s bare feet shuffled around on the polished wooden floor and every so often he could see the tattoo on her left thigh peeking out from under the hem of the extra-large shirt she wore. There was no way to explain why it was sexy, it just was.

Moo Shin, he thought, reading the hangul tattoo, Heaven’s warrior.

“I’m going out to smoke,” she said while drying her hands with a kitchen towel. She grabbed both her pack of cigarettes and lighter off the counter, shoving them into her pocket.

Jungkook stood up, grabbing one of the large fleece throw blankets off the couch and followed her. The nights were still a bit chilly, even heading into Spring, and he didn’t want her getting sick. Her hair was still wet.

She sat down on the perch of the roof, knees curled up to her chest, before lifting the lighter up to her cigarette. Jungkook took a seat behind her, wrapping the blanket around them both, before curling her close against his body. She was struggling with the lighter and he reached out, taking it from her and igniting it smoothly with one flick of his thumb. Waiting for her to inhale her first drag of pleasure, Jungkook moved to rest his chin on her left shoulder. Eden turned her head slightly to keep the smoke from his eyes and he smiled. While he often nagged her to quit smoking, he appreciated the little things she did to keep it from bothering him. Not that it did, but he never actually told her that.

“Jungkook-ah,” came her voice, gruff but the tone was soft, “do you want to keep living in the city?”

Smoke pillowed from her nostrils and he felt his left brow quirk slightly, his thumb pressing into her skin as it rolled under her shirt. He didn’t say anything. It was a question that was slightly jarring, and he took comfort in her warmth and scent in order to get his bearings.

It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t occurred to him before. City life was exciting, sure, and there were merits to living in the city. But there were days when he dreamed about returning to Hwaseong. It was country enough that he could see the stars and enjoy them, but small town enough that he wasn’t struggling or yearning for modern conveniences that made life easier.

Shifting while pulling her closer against him, Jungkook urged her silently to turn her body so that her legs were resting on the safer side of the roof’s perch. Eden looked up at him, cigarette poking out from between her lips while raising her brows curiously at him. His hands moved so he could cup her cheeks inside his palms. 

“If you want to stay, then I want to stay. If you want to go, then I’ll go with you.”

He watched Eden’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by his answer. It was a simple one. Jungkook knew she was successful enough to pick up her business and move it wherever she wanted. If she struggled financially with that kind of move, then Jungkook knew he could pick up the slack. His brothers spent the better part of a decade making sure that he never had to spend his money unnecessarily.

“So honestly, Noona, that’s a question I should be asking you ,” he said softly, smiling down at her.

“Jungkook…”

“I’ve been alone for most of my life. Until I met my brothers, I didn’t have anyone. My parents didn’t want me, and I’ve always had to fend for myself. I moved to Seoul because that’s what the others wanted.” His smile fell a fraction and he felt his brows furrow. “…because I didn’t want to be alone.”

He shifted slightly, meeting her gaze, and Jungkook could feel his heart slamming viciously against his chest. Her eyes reflected the night sky, the amber colors of the streetlights giving them an ethereal umber glow. He reached out to grab her cigarette, disregarding it with a toss. She could yell at him after, but right now, at that moment, Jungkook wanted to kiss her and it was in the way. His kiss was not gentle, but possessive and borderline desperate as he claimed her mouth with lips, teeth, and tongue.

He didn’t want to share with her how much all of this meant to him. Not yet. It was still too new. Too fragile. It could be taken away before it truly began. Jungkook never wanted to be able to love her more than in the moment she’d first opened her heart to him, offering to simply be together in the here and now. To trust one another.

How could he tell her that? How could he tell her that he wanted to love her but also wanted to keep her for himself? Jungkook knew how independent she was and how determined she was to continue walking the path she chose for herself.

Would she allow him to walk beside her beyond the present? Beyond tomorrow?

Jungkook couldn’t help but dread every tomorrow that would pass.

Growling softly, he pulled back – sucking her lower lip in the process and releasing it only after he nipped it red and swollen. She breathed softly over his cheeks, smelling like spearmint and nicotine, and he grinned. Eden drove him to the brink. He’d said it before and felt there wasn’t a need to say it again. Instead, Jungkook drug one heavy palm down her side and pressed it between her thighs, flicking his wrist so that he was firmly holding the area he wanted to violate. She did this to him. Made his brain turn to shit and amped his body up for a lot of "mine" fucking. No one could blame him for it.

“This is your fault,” he muttered while grinning, leaning forward so that his mouth brushed lightly against her own, “you should take responsibility.”

He pressed his palm against her again, waiting for that soft little gasp that he loved to hear. He knew she would tell him no, but getting a rise out of her was almost as sweet as getting the green light. And when she said no and finished smoking her cigarette, they would go back inside to finish Empress Ki while cuddled up together on the bed. She would be revved up and distracted with wanting him, feigning sleepiness just to be mean.

But Jungkook knew she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. She’d pounce and when she did, he would claim every inch of her until she was well spent. And as Eden slept for real, he would whisper to her how he really felt. About how much he loved her, how much she felt like home, and how he wanted to build something meaningful with her beyond tomorrow.

Nothing would be held back.

Seoul – Myeongdong; Jung District South Korea

The city was so loud.

There wasn’t a single instance of silence that could be had. Especially at night. Jungkook hated the city at night. The stars couldn’t be seen and there was so much white noise from the jumbled conversations that muffled around on the streets in conjunction with the ambient sounds from the city.

The parks in the city, thankfully, were a little bit quieter. Jungkook could tolerate the murmured sounds of metropolitan activity when surrounded by trees and nature trails. He sat down on a bench under one of the cherry trees. In a few months, the petals would be a soft pink. Dozens upon dozens of tourists came to take photographs while the locals simply enjoyed the landscape. A sign that winter was finally ending soon.

The bitter chill of everything dying would have renewed vigor knowing that a warm breath of life would follow suit.

“There’s at least one good thing about all of this,” said a voice nearby.

Jungkook lifted his head, peering into the face of Lee Jooheon. He flashed him his trademark dimpled smirk and Jungkook gave a half-scoff in response. Raising one brow, he watched Jooheon plop down onto the bench beside him.

“Oh yeah,” he asked, both of them leaning back in tandem, “what’s that?”

“I don’t have to fuck you up for wandering into our turf.”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook said dismissively, “you’re the one who told me to meet you here in the first place.”

“I know,” Jooheon replied simply, shrugging one shoulder as he rested one arm along the back of the bench, “but that’s because you aren’t some chicken shit. I knew you’d come.” He turned to peek at Jungkook. “You would have come even if you were still a Golden Jackal.”

Jungkook felt his lips press together in a thin line. “I’m still a Golden Jackal, Joo Hyung,” he said, tone even, “that hasn’t changed.”

Jooheon raised a brow at him. “Oh yeah?” He laughed. “Well, that makes oneof you.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that you’re all a bunch of toothless mutts now.”

Jungkook’s arm shot forward, fist curled and aimed to strike. Knuckles smashed into knuckles as Jooheon’s own fist collided with his. Nerves twitched as the two of them pressed their own weight against the other, bodies shifted toward one another. Jooheon’s smirk still held but Jungkook was far from amused, their arms trembling from the amount of force pressing against each other.

“I guess you’re still the Steel Claw after all,” he said, almost laughing.

Nothing about this amused Jungkook at all. “You’re lucky I don’t rip your spine out for what you did to Eden.”

Jooheon pouted, adding an extra bit of force behind his knuckles to push Jungkook’s arm back a bit. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who did it. That was Minhyuk Hyung.”

“Don’t fucking play word games with me, Yellow Jacket.” The honorific was dropped, replaced with his alias. Jooheon’s expression changed from a playful pout to an actual frown. “As far as I’m concerned, you Jade Fangs are all one and the same.”

Both Jooheon and Jungkook thrust their arms out, breaking the connection and effectively ending the mini strength match they were having. While Jungkook brushed his hair out of his eyes, Jooheon frowned and shook his hand a few times. When he stood, Jungkook followed suit and the two of them remained just a couple of feet away from each other. They continued to stare, not wanting to give off any sign of weakness. They may have dissolved the group, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t still carry himself like a Golden Jackal.

Jooheon could see that now.

Scoffing, Jooheon pivoted on his heels while stuffing his hands into his pockets. Jungkook relaxed a bit, but immediately felt his spine go rigid when his old friend turned around to look back at him.

“Changkyun-ah was serious when he gave that offer to Hoseok Hyung,” he said, craning his neck to face the sky, “and if you guys aren’t going to come back, there’s a chance you’ll try to interfere.”

“Interfere with what, Jooheon?”

“Some advice? You all should leave this city.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Jooheon lowered his head, his gaze shifting back to look at him.

“Leave, Jungkook-ah, while we still just consider you eyesores.”

“Ha!” Jungkook half laughed, half scoffed – a single brow raising in question. “Yeah, right.”

This time it was Jooheon who narrowed his eyes. “I’m serious.”

“And why should we?” Jungkook slowly folded his arms across his chest. “Why the hell should I even listen to you?”

“Because whether you remember it or not, we were friends once, Jungkook-ah. If you don’t want to be part of this anymore, I’d rather you not get swept up in the shit-storm that is brewing. And trust me when I tell you that it is coming.”

Jungkook watched Jooheon turn and began walking away, holding one hand up in farewell.

“Consider it a parting gift from an old friend, Jeon Jungkook. Whatever happens after this, just know it isn’t personal.”

He waited until he could no longer see Jooheon before finally falling back onto the bench. Even though he hadn’t done it, Jungkook felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He heard from Namjoon Hyung that a deal was placed on the table in front of Hoseok Hyung, but he didn’t take it. He refused to let their goals be obscured or smeared over someone else’s ambitions.

Pulling out his phone, he looked at the lock screen to spy the time. Instead of paying attention to the actual time, he focused on the picture he took with Eden. They were both smiling. She’d been obstinate about not wanting to take the picture until his own stubbornness had her relenting. It was the first time he got her to smile freely.

His brows knit together harshly as his grip on the phone tightened.

…did we make a mistake?

Lord have mercy on high above! I CANNOT...I CAN’T...lekjf;slkjflkasdjf;oaewijfpoijfolk;sdjfa;kljsdhfk;jsdhfuoaiewhjfaopiwjweoli;wsfjpoiawuehfto8iuyrwhfpwe;iuoakjfocmp[ow’aerkfgfap;oerigjmiv’w[preokf,flae

OMG WHAT? I’VE BEEN SLAMMED IN THE HEAD TWICE TODAY, WHAT IS MY LIFE!? ERRBODY COMIN’ TO SNATCH ME BY MY ROOTS!

I’m just over here, reading and re-reading and just...

As for asking all those questions, I see you were taking notes. Holy moly cannoli, just slather me in syrup, stick a fork in me because I am D O N E! Also, don’t ever apologize for asking us all those things and then throw these gifts into our laps! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?1

I’m a mess. Imma be a mess. I’m still screaming.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS! UGH, YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE TODAY! The others are definitely in agreement. We’re all here screaming together and fanning ourselves. 

Petrichor | JJK

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jungkook Genre: Fluff, Smut (friends to lovers AU) Word Count: 1.4K Rating: M (18+) Synopsis: It’s refreshing to take in the seasonal beauty of the world with a curious soul. Your friend Jungkook has something he wants to show you. Warnings: Fingering (F), oral sex (F), public sex, body marking, JK being so nervous and eager to please (uwu). Bonus Warning: No quotations marks? (call it a stylistic choice…lol)

A/N: This one goes out to Admin E in my 3-part gift to @thebiasrekkers​! I want to thank them for putting up with my silly questions about favorite colors, kinks and weather preferences. Lots of love from their secret bunny, Mochi! 🍡🐰

You were living in a daydream when autumn leaves began to fall. Jungkook took you by the hand and guided you through a grove of wild auburn trees. The leaves are dying, you commented, it’s how they get their rich color. Bittersweet, but beautiful.

It’s combative, Jungkook added, watching your reaction with calm copper eyes. They fight against the cold, letting their true colors show through.

It’s refreshing to take in the seasonal beauty of the world with a curious soul. You asked him why the days grow shorter.

It’s the earth’s way of protecting us, he said, matter-of-factly. It’s too cold to stay out long. Once the sun goes down, people head indoors.

But not us, you remarked, nodding towards the sun as it began to set, rippling though the bright dying leaves.

I’m not ready to go home yet, he smiled and squeezed your hand. I have something to show you first.

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