Minted (m) (teaser) | Myg

minted (m) (teaser) | myg

title: minted (m) pairing: street king!yoongi x street cart vendor!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; haegeum au , gang au summary: all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous. note: okay so LISTEN!!! this is a complete surprise to everyone including me, bc this was def not on the docket for 2024 until i saw one (1) mint yoongi edit on my pinterest feed💀 anyways, this morally grey yoongi is dedicated to hali @sailoryooons for ur belated bday, nary @joonary for being a cutie pie and having the tangerine cart girl idea in general, and luce @minttangerines for ur relevant url and for being a wonderful friend. love you all! note 2: this fic is not for everyone. please read the warnings! there's gonna be some darker themes than the regular kithtaehyung drop, and it's the haegeum universe so it's not a light fic. if you're down for that, lfgggg. if you're not, i will not be upset if you skip this one! warnings: language, violence, weapons (guns/knives/chopsticks/etc.), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, murder, gang activity, poor reader is just trying to get through the day, mint-haegeum!yoongi, tatted!yoongi, his eyebrow is pierced, knife held to the throat, tension, reader suffers from “my cabbages” levels of disaster, orange!jimin, fight scenes, morally grey yoongi smut warnings: to be smacked here on drop day! drop date: as soon as i’m done but we are ZOOMIN’ word count: 6k so far and projecting 12-15k✌️

"you know.. it's a shame you touched her. because now we have nothing to discuss."

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hi! could pls write about JK being all after you and you "don't care" like in the Seven MV, but you end up together?

[Summary]: Jungkook has been pining after you for ages. You find denying him fun, in a way. But when he proposes the truth as to why he wants you so bad, you begin to see yourself fold.

[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Somewhat Fuckboy JK, Desperate JK, Library-worker Y/N

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual innuendoes. (no actual sex though, sorry guys)

[Word Count]: 1,943

[A/N]: I am so sorry this took me so long. I honestly have so many requests rn, I am somewhat downing. Here is this, though! Hope you enjoy!

“I don’t give a fuck, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes, clicking away on the crappy keyboard of the library’s computer. The system is slow, and it somehow pisses you off even more than the brooding man on the other side of the desk.

“‘You don’t give a fuck?’” he restates your question in shock. He scoffs into the air of the library, and you almost tell him to shut up out of the sheer force of it. “I bought you 7 pounds of roses. In your favorite color, by the way. Do you know how hard it is to find lavender colored roses in that quantity?”

“That’s not the point, Kook,” you take your glasses off. You really don’t have time to deal with his propositions as to why you should go out with him right now. This has been a whole month struggle. If you really want to get to the nitty-gritty of the situation, technically, this has been going on for about a year now. It’s only gotten this bad since about four weeks ago.

Jungkook has been after your ass since you started coming to his apartment to hang out with your best friend, who was dating his roommate. Your best friend, Saeyeon, was always over at the apartment to be with Taehyung. And at one point, she invited you over to see if you’d get along with the other 3 boys who lived here. She saw a potential in Hoseok for you, and you started to realize she was right when you saw that the guy couldn’t keep you from laughing every minute you were over there. Hoseok was your type to a T. Funny, understanding, hard-working, and handsome. But every time you were over there, there was this agitating, grating voice from the corner of the room.

Jungkook intervened in every attempt you tried to make on Hoseok. Eventually, you got so fed up, that you stopped showing up to the apartment at all.

“What’s the point then, Y/n?” he laughs in disbelief.

You look at him menacingly, rolling your eyes again after a while. Honestly, you have no idea what the point is. After his attempts to get you the fuck off of Hoseok, the guy couldn’t stop explaining why he was a better choice; why you should date him and not his roommate. The sheer honesty and willingness to fuck up his friend’s chance at dating you pissed you off, even if he were to later explain to you that Hoseok was as gay as they come. What made you more turned off was his audacity when he said he could fuck you anytime you wanted, at any given moment, all day every day, every-day-a-week. You were shocked, completely turning yourself away from the possibility of even considering going out with him after that. Even if you thought about the possibility every time you went home.

You thought that after a rejection or two, he would lay off. But he found out where you worked, where you did your laundry, where you took your walks, and where you went to have fun. There was no avoiding him. The guy had ambition like steel, and hasn’t given up his efforts in asking you for just one date since then.

“So there is no point,” he smiles, leaning his hands on the counter.

You look at the clock, reading 5:00pm, when you are supposed to clock-out. You sigh in relief, grabbing the hand-held kiosk and punching in your numbers. A part of you wants to roll your eyes again, knowing Jungkook came here purposely at the time you get off to try and hang out with you after you got off of work. “Hang out”, as in persuade you to date him.

“The point is that I’m not going out with you,” you state for what feels like the millionth time since last year. “All you want is a sleazy slut in your sheets. And you’ve got the wrong girl for that.”

You make your way around the counter, opening the half door to let you out of the office-circle in the help-desk section of the library.

“Woah, hey,” he chases after you as you walk in the opposite direction. “I didn’t say that. I said I could fuck you like a sleazy slut if you wanted me to. Only by your word, that is. We can do it vanilla, or if you like—I don’t know—role-play, we could do that, too.”

“Jungkook,” you pinch your eyebrows together with your fingers.

You watch him give you that typical fuck boy smirk, showing you the glory of his lip piercings on full display.

“Okay,” he laughs at your expression. “In all seriousness. One date—just one. That’s all I ask. No sex, no nothing. The sex is nearly a bonus—one of my many talents. But genuinely, I just want one date. Officially. To get to know you more than the fact that you love denying great opportunities when they’re given to you on a golden platter.”

“A golden platter,” you scoff.

“If you don’t like it, then we can stop there,” he gulps. “But genuinely, just give me a chance.”

Someone in the library shushes the two of you, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks out of embarrassment of getting scolded at at your own workplace. You start to walk out again, hating that you smile when you hear his footsteps following behind you.

“So?” he calls your name louder once the two of you are out in the parking lot.

“Why do you want me so bad?” you laugh at the situation. He catches up to you, walking beside you as you find your car.

You’re really not the biggest catch. You’re a total nerd and you don’t really party or drink. Sure, you like sex, but only with people you’ve actually been able to call your boyfriend. You work in a library instead of using your degree you just finished to get a job in the field you studied for. You’re a mess, but yet somehow an attractive, pinned after, biggest-fuck-boy-in-the-world wants a date with you, amongst other hidden innuendos. It really doesn’t make sense to you, and you think this is one of the reasons why you’ve been so strict on saying no. It simply doesn’t make sense.

“Dunno,” he shrugs. “You keep me on my toes. I like it.”

“So I’m a game,” you raise your eyebrow, leaning against your car when you find it.

“In a way,” he admits. “I want to win. I like you.”

“So then me agreeing to the date is you winning? You just gave your opponent the key to make you lose,” you laugh.

“No, the way to win is you liking me back,” he says.

He moves closer to you, somewhat trapping you against your car.

“So then what happens when I like you?” you propose. “Is the game over?”

“That game is, yes,” he says. The tip of his sneakers touch yours, and you begin to feel a little nervous, crossing your hands over your chest. “But then a new one starts.”

“And what’s that game?” you ask. The closer he gets to you, the quieter your voice gets.

“You date me. As in actually date me. Not just a date here and a date there. As in you date me as my girlfriend,” he smiles. “And then you fall in love with me, and then we get married and have 5 kids and a dog or two.”

You genuinely laugh at that, and he does a little, too. Although, there’s still a hint of seriousness in his voice that causes you to stop laughing for longer than you wanted to.

“The game doesn’t end, Y/n,” he smiles. “That’s why I say you keep me on my toes; why I say I like you. There’s always going to be another goal to work towards with you.”

You have to look away from him at that. The blush on your cheeks radiates, and you hate that your heart beats out of your chest from his confession. You’re supposed to say no. You’re supposed to never back down against him. For the longest time, you wanted him to lose, assuming that he was the type to get anything he wanted. You wanted to be the one he couldn’t have. But the longer you reject him, the more you find yourself wanting him just as bad.

“Is this what you say to every girl?” you look up at him.

“Just you,” he tucks your hair behind your ear with tatted fingers and rough skin. “Rejection doesn’t feel good. I’ve never been rejected so many times,” he laughs. “You scare me. I like it though.”

“You’re scared I’ll reject you?” you ask.

“You’ve been rejecting me already,” he reminds you. “But…yes. It’s a 90% possibility.”

You pause, looking past him and into the sky. The sun is setting, and it casts a honey glow over his skin. He’s attractive—that you cannot deny. He’s also ambitious as hell. At first, it annoyed you, but now you realize that it’s actually quite admirable that he’s been so consistent with you since last year. You don’t know if he’s been dating people during the time that he hasn’t been stalking you at the laundromat every Saturday at 3pm. But you’d like to think that even if he did, the fact that he’s remembered and made an effort proves that he still wants you in the end.

You don’t know what to think. But you figure that you really cannot know until you get to know who he is past that ambitious and attractive side of him.

“One date,” you agree, holding up your finger. “One. And if I hate it, then you have to promise to leave me alone. No more showing up at my work, or on my afternoon walks, or a—”

“I promise,” he says so quickly, you almost didn’t know if he was speaking the same language. “I promise—holy shit for real?”

He holds your waist in his palms tightly, and you feel strange when you realize that it feels like second nature to you. In a way, you feel like his hands on you feel right. You look down at them, and he takes them off of you, apologizing. You want to put them back on you, but you hold back.

“Does Friday work?” he asks you quickly again. You laugh at his excitement, feeling somewhat good at giving him what he wants. It felt good before to tell him no, but you realize now that this look on his face is worth more than seeing him disappointed because of your denial.

You nod as you laugh at him.

“Get out of here,” you push his shoulder playfully. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

You watch him nod, turning away. You do the same, unlocking your car before you hear his footsteps stop.

“Oh, and Y/n?” he calls out your name.

“Yeah?” you look at him.

“I meant what I said,” he continues.

He smiles when you look confusingly at him, not remembering which words he is referring to.

“The ultimate goal is for you to be with me. But I do come with all that extra stuff,” he smiles. “You know—the every-day-a-week promise I made to you a while ago.”

You roll your eyes, opening your car door. All this time, you had been saying that Jungkook’s sexual side was the biggest turn off of them all. But as you slide into your car, you shock yourself by your next words.

“I look forward to it.”

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

like couples do | knj

you run out of period products at dawn, and there's only one person who's up....

description/tags: namjoon drabble / fwb to lovers / fluff / but mentions the fact that namjoon and reader had unprotected sex (don't do this) and reader is relieved to get her period afterwards / so obviously mentions of period and blood / maybe a bit angsty? / been busy and been working on a request! but it's been a while since i wrote namjoon and, gosh, i love writing for him even though whatever comes to me for him is usually the most random bursts and ideas, like this one i thought of last night / let me know what you think <3

wc: ~1.6k words

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Your gasp pulls you from heaven to hell.

Extracted from your dream, you’re out of the covers in a flash, dazed as you try to meet your reality. The room was sweltering despite autumn settling in and the fan whizzing away in your room as it always did. The sound you’d grown so accustomed to only made it harder to think, but you didn’t have to. The wet pools at your back and around your body suddenly made themselves known, with your black pajama top sticking to your sweaty skin. With a quick change into a tank top and a sip of cold water, you were ready to escape into a dreamland, far from the hellhole that had been your bedroom...

Only to be met with a small pool of a different kind when you pull away the blanket.

Fuck.

Quickly feeling between your thighs confirmed it - you bled through your shorts.

Well, at least it’s here, you think, your heart settling after days worrying about the sudden delay in your cycle. After all, Namjoon hadn’t used any protection… 

It was hard to put away the mental image of him once you were in the bathroom, remembering that one time he had you propped up on the cabinet, but looking through it now, the panic returns. You were all out of pads and tampons.

This is why people have roommates. Or stupidly organized Virgo boyfriends, you think, cursing yourself while rummaging through every drawer, cupboard, and overnight bag without finding a single tampon for the evening. 

The minutes spent on your phone were quick to squash any more of your hopes - the delivery service app had been shut down for the night after some seemingly catastrophic bug on their end, and your female friends who lived nearby hadn't answered your texts and calls, as expected at this time of day.

Reading the time on your phone, you knew one person who would definitely be up. The person who always showed up. The man worked ridiculous hours, following his ‘late-night creativity’… unless the universe really wanted to torture you and, for the very first time, he’d be asleep as well.

You consider running to the convenience store, double layering your bottoms with black fabrics, and taking a scooter... only for a stinging cramp to shock you at your lower back.

He had to answer.

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to: joon 🌒[3:58am] - hi are you up?

to: joon🌒 [3:58am] - text asap please it’s urgent

to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - yes i’m up. are you okay y/n?

to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - i’m finally done with work for the night.

to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - are you okay? i’ll call as soon as i’m out of the building.

to: joon🌒 [4:02am] - don’t call i’m embarrassed to say this to you out loud plus i'm in pain

to: joon 🌒 [4:02am] - can you get me some pads and tampons? i got my period (aka the pain) and i’m all out so….

to: joon🌒 [4:02am] - i need em and i can’t get em

to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - y/n of course. phew i thought this was going in literally the complete opposite way considering…

to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - anyways, aren’t we past embarrassment? never feel that when it comes to me please.

to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - safe space just for us, remember? 

to: joon🌒 [4:04am] - yes :) thanks joon 

to: y/n🍀 [4:04am] - :) getting on my bike now. i’ll be there in 10.

to: y/n🍀 [4:04am] - the sky’s starting to change colors. look outside, pretty :) (1 image attached)

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The knock, though expected, jolts you enough for your new bedsheet to spring away from your grasp once again. Frustrated, a groan escapes you as you walk to your front door, tightening the robe that covered your body and stained shorts.

“Sorry I’m late,” Namjoon giggles at the door, seeing your furrowed expression. “Oh, you’re most definitely on your period, huh?”

“Get in here and shut up,” you groan once more, letting him in. All too familiar with your place, he unpacks one of the bags in his hand, carefully displaying an array of period products on the nearest table. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t send a photo and ask me to choose one,” you say, grabbing one of the boxes.

“I… I grabbed everything in the aisle without thinking. Shit, I should’ve sent a photo, right? Are these not good enough? Are they the wrong size? Will they fit your....? I can go to another convenience store,” he murmurs, head tilted down as he surveys the products before you.

“No, Namjoon, honey, the photo is just a thing boyfriends tend to do when they’re asked to get period products. You asked the same size and fit question, though,” you laugh before quickly realizing you compared his actions to that of a boyfriend. Something he most definitely was not.

“I lived in a dorm full of boys, how was I supposed to know?” he says, scratching his head.

“These are perfect, and I’m stocked for at least the next three months. Thank you, Joonie,” you say, squeezing his arm.

“Anytime, Y/N,” he replies quietly, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss your forehead. It only hits you both when your hand is rubbing at his back in his embrace, and it takes even longer to break away than it did to realize the situation. 

Something shifts in Namjoon’s gaze when he sees you emerge from the bathroom in new pyjama shorts. “Cute PJ’s. I’m not used to seeing them on you for more than five seconds.”

“Enjoy the show, then,” you quip, plopping down next to him on the couch and extending your legs over his lap. You hadn’t really meant it as a command, but can’t help but smile catching the fact that Namjoon had obeyed. His fingers draw mindless circles at your ankles as his gaze travels upwards. Minutes are spent in silence, eyeing your thighs with intent before his eyes rest on your exposed clavicle. His circles stop, gripping your ankle and noting the undeniable rise and fall of your breathing and breasts, swollen and tender against your thin cotton tank top.

“Oh,” he finally says with a cough, breaking the silence and raising his brows. “I almost forgot. I thought you might need these.”

Leaning forward, Namjoon dumps the entire contents of the second plastic bag onto your hard coffee table. Small, colorful circles bounce off of it and onto the floor, long bars land with a thud, and instantly recognizable plastic packages are cushioned by its contents.

“Oh, Joon. I do. I do fucking need this,” you let out, almost as a moan. “You already know what I want.”

Smiling, he tears open a plastic packet of your favorite chocolate-flavored bread and another for himself. The time spent biting and savoring the pillowy snack was heavenly in the comfortable silence -save for the birds that begin to chirp from somewhere outside your window.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten the sticker,” you say, handing Namjoon the tiny square envelope in your now-empty plastic packaging. He’s quick to grab it from your hands, giddy to see whatever Pokemon character was inside.

"Take mine, too," he says, handing you his square, with an illustration of a pink, deer-like creature - not at all like the Pokemon he usually mentioned.

"Oh, she’s pretty!”

"Exactly..." he says. "Deerling, that's her name. She's a new favorite of mine, actually. Her colors change based on the different seasons in the year... and when she evolves, her deer form's antlers are basically how branches are decorated in nature: budding flowers and leaves for spring, greenery for summer, you get the picture. She's the only one that truly encapsulates the beauty of our world..."

"All that for a Pokemon? I'm jealous," you tease, but he doesn't laugh, quietly opening the envelope you'd handed to him.

“Yes!” he cheers. “I don’t have this one yet - Moltres. Ah, you really are my good luck charm, huh?"

"Am I? I guess you should keep me around, then, huh?" you say, leaning back on the couch and poking his shoulder.

"That's the plan," Namjoon says, his eyes still thoughtfully fixated on the sticker he fiddled with, but only for a moment. “Uhm… I… we… should probably get some sleep, huh? I should probably…go. Uhm, should I?”

“Do you want to go?” you ask, feeling a tightening in your chest at the thought. Just like all those nights in bed, it was too comfortable to remember that this wasn't your entire reality but stolen, secret time. Always, one found themselves reminding the other to snap back to reality. It was beautifully torturous, just as you two had liked it for so long… until it began to sink in that the beauty could stand on its own…. if only one of you had the courage. 

“….No. No I don’t really want to go, Y/N. But if you want me to….” 

“I don’t want you to,” you interrupt, nudging his fingertip with yours right over your knees until your hands are intertwined. “I mean someone has to help me fit that stupid sheet onto the bed... and you're quite familiar with my sheets."

“I am,” he smiles, nodding to himself and squeezing your hand with his.

“Then we can get in… and just go to sleep… or cuddle,” you wonder, feeling Namjoon's soft hand under yours.

“Like couples do?” Namjoon asks, finally meeting your gaze for the first time that night.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m thinking like couples do,” you whisper, your breath hitching on the words that spoke your once unthinkable, far-fetched desire while looking at it right in the eyes. 

“Me too,” he smiles, bringing your hand up to kiss it and rest it at his dimples. “Like couples it is then.”

strictly platonic | jjk

Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut

warnings: jk is kinda annoying sometimes but he isn’t bad yk, jk being a dumb dumb and emotionally constipated, inexperienced reader, pining!, swearing, mention of inflation 😔, mention of alcohol consumption, half a second of toxic jealousy, denial of feelings, big dicc!jk obvi, kissing, making out, fingering, protected sex, dirty talk, breast play, riding, multiple orgasms, crying during seggsy time, stomach bulging

word count: 19.4k

playlist: daylight - taylor swift; from afar - vance joy

note: the closer i was to finishing this fic, the more anxious i became and as i’m writing this a/n, i’m a blubbering mess of nerves 🥴 this is a result of me being obsessed with college au’s and the classic bff2l trope, and she’s also the longest piece i’ve written!! idk i guess that’s it. oh and kudos to whoever can spot a tongue tied reference <3

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.

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Crybaby [Ch. 6]

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut

wc: 5.9k

summary: Sometimes your emotions overwhelmed you, sometimes they made you cry, but your friends were there to comfort you all the time. Crybaby, a sweet nickname bestowed upon you by said friends, but when Kim Namjoon says it, it’s more of a tease.

warnings: shy!oc, crybaby!oc, lots of kissing, dirty thoughts, mini-meltdown, namjoon is a BOYFRIEND, making out, conversation about sex, marking (hickeys, biting, scratching) oral sex, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, crybaby cries during sex (tears of joy), creampie

a/n: i added the kiss in the rain drabble to this so it would be canon

date: September 12, 2022

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Jungkook

𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓞𝓵𝓸𝓻 [Masterlist]

The planet Temia is home to a humanoid race known for its more violent approach to life. Humans aren't very welcome here- but maybe he can make an exception.

Main Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Violence, Gore, Size difference, sci-fi, Romance, strangers to lovers

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■ Intro

■ Part 1

■ Part 2

■ Part 3

■ Part 4

◇ Jungkook explaining his interest in MC

◇ Jungkook Teasing MC (Suggestive, SFW)

◇ Jungkook at the event (SFW, fluff, slight angst)

■ Part 5

◇ Attempted kidnapping of mc (angst, Violence, SFW)

◇ Aftermath of attempted kidnapping

◇ MC getting her period

◇ Jungkook officially courting MC

◇ courting festival

◇ Jungkook and Hana

◇ MC writing vows for Jungkook

◇ Almost (Suggestive, slightly NSFW)

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𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓞𝓵𝓸𝓻

Temian people follow the law of strength. And sometimes, the strongest people are the ones who appear to be the weakest.

Main Tags/Warnings: Alien!Yoongi, Human!Reader, Violence, Size difference, sci-fi, Romance, strangers to lovers

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◇ How they met

◇ The aftermath

◇ MC caring for Yoongis eye

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