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Roommates Pt. 1

written for this request 

So I heard that it was a certain maknae’s birthday today…

Warnings: Slightly mature themes, and definitely mature themes in pt 2

Part 2 Part 3 (final)

Word Count: 9,685

“Why are you cleaning on a Friday night?” Minhyuk asks in amusement as he watches you jump out of his embrace on the couch to make a run for the broom, “Come back and finish the movie with me, babe.”

“Sorry to cut our date short,” you apologize, even as you frantically sweep the kitchen, “I forgot that Jungkook is supposed to come over tonight!”

“This is the first time I’ve seen you cleaning for months,” your boyfriend chuckles, “I don’t get it. Why would a little high school boy care about a bit of dirt?”

You pause to shoot him a glare, “He’s in college now,” you correct.

“Wait—you didn’t say he was a college student. ___, you’re having a full grown adult man live with you?”

“It’s not like that!” You protest, “He’s just my little dongsaeng neighbor. You’ve met Junghyun, remember? This is his baby brother.”

Minhyuk crosses his arms tightly across his chest, still not entirely convinced, “I don’t understand why he has to live with you though.”

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Equilibrium Prologue

Next Chapters: Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9

Jikook polyamory loosely based on Woody Allen’s Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Warning: angst and graphic smut in future chapters. 

Word Count: 791

Polyamorous relationships are not as glamorous as they appear in the movies.

Granted, the sex is better—tangled limbs and wet kisses on every inch of skin imaginable, but not even the sex is worth the mind-numbing jealousy, the utter despair.

Because equilateral triangles do not exist in real life. There is no sense of order in human affections. No balance, no equilibrium.  You are in love with Jimin, who loves Jungkook. And Jungkook loves… Has he ever loved anyone but himself?

On the outside, you smile widely and pretend that you’re perfectly content with this arrangement. But your façade crumbles, bit by bit, every time Jimin goes to Jungkook instead of you.

You’re not sure how much more you can take.

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between takes | 01

as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.

pairing: porn star!jk x f fluffer!reader

genre: porn star au, fluff, angst, smut

word count: 4.5k

warnings: yearning x 1000, also, due to the nature and theme of the fic: handjobs, head receiving (both m and f receiving), regular ol' sex, role playing (swat/cop), jk is a cheeky, insanely attractive man. he doesn't have the lip piercings....

rating: NC-17 – Adults Only

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Usually, you leave your apartment early enough to take the subway that leaves before the one you absolutely need to take.

Today, however, you couldn’t find your keys, and after spending ten minutes going through all the pockets of the outfit you wore yesterday only to find the keys under your shoe rack, you were left to take the later subway. And just because it’s you, and just because it’s today, that one was late.

Which is why you’re slightly out of breath when you step through the door onto the day’s set.

“Morning,” you greet Jeongguk’s stylist, Wendy, as she’s rummaging through one of her large black bags, opened up like a book on a table.

“Good morning,” she replies happily, but you’re already peering around the room. The walls are darker than you’re used to, and you quickly realize that you’ve never actually been at this specific set in this part of the building before. Are those… metal bars?

But before you can spend any longer thinking about it, you feel a large presence looming behind you.

“Put your hands behind your back. Now,” a low voice orders sternly, but there’s not enough time for you to even consider obeying before you’re grabbed and your hands forced behind your back. “Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

You crane your neck in an attempt to see your assailant. “What the hell… Gguk?”

He laughs as he lets you go, and as you turn around, your breath catches in your throat.

He’s decked out head to toe in police uniform and gear, and not the dark blue one regular police officers wear, but the black one used by the special forces.

“What do you think? Can’t believe it’s taken me so long to do cop,” he grins, and your heart clenches when you see him smile so excitedly his dark eyes twinkle.

“How did I miss this?” you wonder, making no effort to hide your wandering eyes. He asked for your opinion after all.

It’s not uncommon for Jeon Jeongguk to look hot. After all, he’s a porn star so dressing his already handsome self in panty-dropping outfits is quite literally the point. And you’ve seen it all, well at least you think you have now.

You weren’t into thighs until you met Jeongguk. Actually, that could be said about almost all of the male body. You were attracted to guys, but as a whole. The difference is that although Jeongguk is most definitely a masterpiece in his entirety, you’re also attracted to every little part of him.

Like his thighs, currently straining the fabric of the black pants. As you take more of him in, like the black vest with ‘POLICE’ written on it, over a just as black jacket. Or the black cap on his head that instead has ‘SOU’ marked on it. The dark hair that’s usually framing his face or forehead in some way is pushed away by it, enhancing his strong, dark eyebrows.

The worst part is probably that he’s got the sleeves of the jacket pushed up, exposing his veiny forearms, one of which is inked down to his knuckles. From his belt, he’s taking a set of handcuffs to twirl casually around his finger, his other hand resting on a holster.

When you look up again, he’s waiting with a confident grin.

“You look hot,” you smirk, “I mean, you always look sexy, but they’ve definitely missed out not having you as a cop.”

“Right? And you’re my first arrest since you were late.”

“I wasn’t late, just later than usual,” you defend before lifting your arm to glance at your watch.

“Fuck,” you whisper, seeing that although you weren’t technically late, you still have a lot less time to get ready than what you’re used to.

Hurriedly, you reach for Jeongguk, your hands finding purchase on the straps of the vest and pulling him to you.

“And what’s this now?” he smirks, gazing down at you as you unbutton his pants. “Assault on police officer?”

“Ha ha, very funny, but c’mon, get your dick out, we need to get you ready.”

“Relax. We’ve got time. Director got here not even twenty minutes ago, apparently there’s been issues with the subways all morning.”

Your hands stop, and you lift your head to look around once more. And yeah, Jeongguk’s right, people are still running around, fixing things.

He’s smiling warmly when you meet his eyes. “Also, I’m always like at least half hard already when you’re around.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. Your right hand moves to toy with the velcro strap on the front of the vest. “Did you sleep well?”

Jeongguk doesn’t respond immediately, he just gives you a knowing, amused look.

“What? You said you found it hard to fall asleep on Sundays?”

“I did, didn’t I?” he sighs, still smiling as he gestures toward a couch placed next to the table with coffee and snacks. “I slept well, though. I promise. I’m well rested.”

You follow him, sitting down and turning toward him. “Good.”

For around twenty more minutes, you sit on that couch, just talking. Sometimes, despite the costumes and occasionally odd background sounds, it’s easy to forget that you’re at work. That Jeongguk is actually a porn star—a very popular one—and that you’re hired as his fluffer, essentially his assistant whose focus is mostly to keep him hard and performing.

“So, how’s today’s script? Oscar worthy?”

Jeongguk laughs. “Uh, almost. I’m bringing my victim to the cell and “punish” her by giving her the fuck of her life. You know, the usual,” he grins lazily, leaning fully against the backrest. It has you rolling your eyes. “Tried to convince them to have her cuff me to the cell instead and make a run for it, but they didn’t get my vision.”

Somewhere, you hear the director, a middle aged woman, call out that there are ten minutes left, and so you scoot closer to Jeongguk.

“Sad,” you agree, tapping his belt with your fingers, “maybe one day they’ll see you for the cinematic genius you are.”

He unbuckles the belt and unzips the black pants, revealing white Calvin Klein boxers. 

“By the way, who’s your co-star?”

You crane your neck to look around the room once more, your hand dipping below the waistband of Jeongguk’s underwear and gripping him.

“Irene,” he grunts.

“Oh. I don’t know who that is,” you admit, eyes zeroing in on what you pull out of his pants. Funnily enough, he is half hard and warm in your hand already.

“You don’t know anyone in the industry except for me. You don’t even watch porn.”

“I know a lot of the women you’ve worked with, actually.”

You set a slow pace, having had a lot of time to learn how to make the process as comfortable as possible for him. The goal is to get him hard and keep him there for as long as it takes to start filming without getting him too close or tease him too much. So the result is a firm grip and slow pumps of his cock, your hand twisting over the head occasionally. And Jeongguk likes it, his entire body relaxes, and his breathing deepens.

“Name two,” he raises his eyebrow at you, and you meet his eyes.

“Uh… Irene… and, uh…”

He watches you knowingly, but you’re determined to prove him wrong. “And… Seulgi…?”

“Fine.”

“Also, I watch porn literally three times a week.”

He rolls his eyes, “You being here three times a week doesn’t count. Besides, you’re always reading something or working.”

“You know maybe I should talk to whoever comes up with all these concepts and ideas because I think you don’t do nearly enough submissive roles. I feel like someone should definitely fuck the brat out of you.”

He groans when you pinch the head of his cock slightly. “I do a lot more sub roles than the average male adult actor.”

“I know. I’m just saying I think they let you off too easy.”

Without really thinking about it, you’ve moved closer to him. It’s what always happens, wherever you are, no matter if you’re standing in a corner or sitting on the couch, you pull each other in until you’re inches and whispers away.

His eyes fall to your mouth for a second. Usually, when the position allows it better than this one, he holds your waist or your thighs or arms. But he’s not allowed to touch you more than that, isn’t supposed to kiss you either. 

When you started–and before you met him–you signed a contract, and they asked for your boundaries and preferences. Better safe than sorry, you checked the box where you’re willing to touch your actor if you feel okay doing it, but you don’t want to have sex in any way or be touched in a sexual manner.

And you could’ve changed it, could’ve asked for a new contract to sign, but honestly, you’re glad you signed what you did. As Jeongguk watches you with half-lidded eyes, his big hand warming your thigh through your jeans, and his cock twitching slightly in your hold, you’re living dangerously enough as it is.

He kissed you once. It was in the heat of the moment, and he apologized profusely afterward, and sure, you could’ve admitted to him that you liked it and how it was probably your favorite kiss ever, but all you did was assure him it was okay and you weren’t mad or anything.

If you want to stay relatively sane, you need to have a line drawn. Otherwise Jeongguk will move inside your head and he won’t leave, and that’s not preferable when he isn’t yours and can’t be.

“Jeon! You ready?”

Used to the interrupting voice, you start to move away from him, his rock hard cock bouncing when you let go of it.

“Yeah. On my way,” he replies, moving his hand from your thigh to tuck himself back in his pants as well as he can. A second after he rises from the couch, Wendy swoops in and dabs something on his face and readjusts the cap on his head.

“Hey, I was thinking of running down to Subway for lunch, want me to get you something?” you call after Jeongguk who turns around, Wendy standing on her toes and moving his jaw to inspect his makeup.

“Yeah, sure. The usual? My wallet’s in the pocket of my jacket.”

“I used your card last time though, so I’ll pay this time.”

He narrows his eyes at you but there’s not much he can do as he’s being dragged away.

You’ve long since learned to somewhat tune out the sounds of people having loud sex. You usually bring your laptop, and at first, you used it to get some (quiet) schoolwork done, but now that you’ve graduated and found a full time job–which luckily enough, you can do a lot of remotely–you’re doing that instead.

At first, it was incredibly hard, and you found yourself feeling… almost flustered whenever you heard Jeongguk’s voice order his costar around or his moans or even pleas. Even worse when you couldn’t stop yourself from sneaking a glance over your laptop screen. If Jeongguk is beautiful in any costume, he’s even more irresistible naked. You try not to think too much about it or, again, you can practically say goodbye to your sanity.

At the moment, you’ve placed your laptop on your thighs, but you keep it closed while you observe the scene from behind all the lights and microphones and cameras. It’s alright while everyone’s still dressed, and you do enjoy watching Jeongguk act, even if the scripts are a little cheesy sometimes.

Currently, he’s got Irene pressed against the bars of a cell as he cuffs her hands behind her back. In reality, it’s probably at that moment he’s supposed to uncuff her if anything, but who cares, it’s porn.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he questions sternly as she starts to “innocently” feel for him with her hands, his crotch being at the perfect height.

“Nothing,” she says, looking at him seductively over her shoulder while still tracing his cock over his pants. “But officer, I think I’d prefer a different punishment…”

Both Irene and Jeongguk are exceptional actors, being able to keep straight faces at lines like that. You, sitting on the couch at the back, have to close your eyes and put a hand over your mouth just in case a laugh tries to escape.

However the comedy ends when Irene, still handcuffed, is on her knees in front of Jeongguk and pulling at the zipper of his pants with her teeth. You don’t look more than a brief glance here and there as she chokes on his cock, or when he’s got her on her back on a desk, eating her out like his life depends on it. Nor do you watch as he fucks her against the bars, or in any position, really. 

“Cut!”

Immediately, you shut your laptop and place it beside you on the couch, reaching for the white robe you hung over the armrest earlier. It’s a very sweaty and even more naked Jeongguk that walks off the set and toward you. On the way, he removes the condom and discards it in a nearby trash can. It’s not because it’s full and he’s soft or because he finds them uncomfortable, because he’s definitely still at full mast, but he knows you definitely prefer touching him raw than over a used condom. 

“Long or short break? I didn’t quite hear,” you ask him when he takes the robe from your hands. While he puts it on, you reach for a water bottle, handing that to him as well.

“Short, there was a problem with the mic, I think.”

“Hm, okay. Doing good?”

He grins at your question, unscrewing the top of the bottle and taking a swig. “Yeah. You? Getting anything done?”

You look back at the laptop where it lies forgotten on the couch. “A bit, actually. But it’s a little hard to focus sometimes with how loud you’re moaning,” you tease.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm. So what’s the status, are you soft yet?” you ask, pulling him closer by the robe.

“Didn’t I say I’m always at least half hard when you’re around?”

You chuckle. Although it’s a game to keep him hard and turned on, you don’t hate it. True to his word, Jeongguk is very much still hard when you sneak your hand inside the robe. Sound guys walk through the set, and so you move toward the back corner of the room so as to not be in the way.

You continue the same kind of handjob you did earlier, but when you see people making calls and seeming a bit too irritated, you furrow your eyebrows and peer up at Jeongguk.

“This looks like it might take a while; you sure you want to continue?”

The option to just let him go soft isn’t very popular, you know that, but you’re not so sure how nice it is to essentially be edged for too long either. Orgasming is also pretty much out of the picture since you don’t know how long he’d have to recuperate, and you’re pretty sure they want a big cumshot scene.

“It’s up to you. I think I’ll hold out a bit longer, and although I do like it when you do it, I can do it myself if you prefer that?”

Every trace of the teasing Jeongguk is gone and left is just a warm smile and a gentle tilt of his head. He looks so incredibly sweet and kind. 

You shake your head, smiling back, “Just let me know if you change your mind, we don’t know how long it’ll take.”

Luckily, it only takes another ten minutes before Wendy comes knocking on Jeongguk’s shoulder where he stands, his arm against the wall and trapping you against it. You’re still jerking him off slowly, but except for his breaths–every one almost like a sigh–you wouldn’t be able to tell. 

“We’ll continue this later?” Jeongguk looks at you hopefully as he’s ripping open a new condom with his teeth to roll over his cock, “I wanna hear more about your project. And I also think you should tell them about this job, I think it’s pretty cool.”

You chuckle at his smirk. “No offense, but this job is weird. Not something I typically bring up among colleagues.”

It wasn’t even a job you actively applied for. Your previous neighbor was Jeongguk’s stylist, a job she quit when she moved away a year ago. You were pretty good friends, and when the entire subway system was down once, you took it upon yourself to drive her. She knew you were looking for a part time job and also that Jeongguk was looking for a new assistant, so she recommended it to you.

At first, you declined, but she was very clear that you would not have to partake in anything sexual unless you wanted to and no one would look at you weird for not doing it either. Additionally, the actor was supposed to be a real sweetheart. Which honestly is why you’re still here even after graduating and getting a full time job. 

You and Jeongguk continue talking over lunch, sitting on the same couch at the back of the room as earlier. He then goes to shower, having finished the shoot, only to start planning for the next one since he’s taking two days off for a family member’s wedding out of town.

You stay as long as he does, talking to Wendy who’s been running between sets to fill in for another stylist, but the moment after Jeongguk has pulled on his leather jacket and left the room with a warm smile your way, she turns to you.

“Ask him out,” she groans quietly but dramatically, “you’re making everyone else frustrated at this point.”

You blink in surprise. Sure, she’s hinted at you liking him before, but she’s never been this straightforward. 

“What?” you reach for your own jacket from the coat rack. “I don’t think he likes me like that. If he did, he would’ve asked me out, we both know him.”

“Oh come on, you can’t be that stupid. You signed a contract saying you don’t want him to touch you, and although he’s not your boss, there’s definitely a power imbalance here. He would, but he doesn’t want to put you in that kind of situation.”

You’ve never really thought about it like that before. Yeah, you know what your contract could signal, but you signed that before you even met him. The power imbalance though, you never really considered that.

“I know that you like him, and he’s obviously in love with you. I mean, you spend every free second on set together. Sure, you keep him hard and such, but as soon as he can, he goes to you, and you retreat into your own little world, just the two of you. And you care way more about him than I’ve seen any other assistant care for their actors.”

You zip up your jacket, then meet Wendy’s eyes sadly. “I do like him, I think he’s… great and really sweet, but… he’s a porn star, Wendy.”

That’s the thing. You never even really entertain the idea of the two of you together for real, because on the off chance that he’s as attracted to you as you are to him, you can’t handle his profession.

Knowing that having sex with other women day in and day out is what pays his bills doesn’t work for you. It makes you feel superficial and shallow for even thinking about it, but the worry it would put into you? Not knowing if he falls for a costar, if he prefers them over you? It would feel like cheating even if you don’t think Jeongguk is the type of man to cheat. And don’t you have the right to feel that way, isn’t it valid to not want your significant other to sleep with others? 

Wendy bites her lip looking at you like she understands. 

“I just… can’t. Not a porn star.”

“I get it, I just think it’s a shame,” she says, lifting her bag to reveal a small box on the floor.

“Oh, aren’t those Jeongguk’s?” you say, bending down to pick it up, “I’m pretty sure these are his earbuds.”

“They must’ve slipped his pocket,” Wendy concludes.

It’s a warm, sunny day when you step out of your apartment building and head toward the subway. Almost the entire journey, you think about Jeongguk and how you’re looking forward to seeing him again since it’s been a few days. Your hand squeezes the earbuds in the pocket of your denim jacket.

You ride the elevator to the reception, smiling when you spot Yeri behind the monitor. 

“Hey, could you tell me where Jeongguk is? I can’t remember which set it is today?” you ask, coming to stand in front of the desk and leaning your hands on it.

Yeri, working mostly as the big boss’ assistant and sometimes filling in as receptionist, clicks on the computer.

“Yeah, they’re in… A20, but, uh… listen, I was told to tell you that you’ve been moved to another actor. If that’s alright with you, both Jimin and Taehyung are looking, Jimin for a fluffer and Taehyung only for an assistant, so you can choose if you want to.”

“Wait,” you say, furrowing your brows. “Moved? From Jeongguk? Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t think so, there at least isn’t any sort of report or complaint, but as you know, we let the actors decide who they want and allow them to switch, no questions asked.”

“Yeah, I know that, but… I just don’t get why he would…” you trail off, going through the last time you met him in your head. 

He was happy. You were happy.

Yeri looks at you with empathy. “You can take the day off if you want to think about it. You’ll still get paid. Or you can visit the guys to see if anyone’s a fit if you’d like?”

Heartbroken, you blink as you try to regain your senses. “I… I think I’ll just head home.”

“Understandable. I wish you a nice day.”

You smile back at her before turning around and with slow steps, approach the elevator. What just happened? Jeongguk… switched you out?

Why?

You put your hands into your pockets as you step back inside the elevator, sighing when you feel the outline of Jeongguk’s earbuds. So, instead of pressing the button for ground floor, you press the 2.

You’ve been on set A20 before, but it was a while ago. It’s a set meant to look just like a regular home, and you think the last time you were there, Jeongguk was playing some sort of handyman or electrician or something.

Reaching for your keycard, you hold it to the reader until the light turns green and the door unlocks with a click. You wouldn’t have entered if it weren’t still so early, knowing they definitely haven’t started shooting yet. But since there’s a relatively low risk of you walking in on someone fucking or something, you open the door.

There’s movement inside as usual. People are fixing the set and equipment, talking to each other, and moving around. That’s when you spot him. 

He’s standing in front of Wendy, in nothing but a pair of baggy jeans, as she’s trying to decide on a shirt for him, holding a white t-shirt in front of him before repeating it with a black one and seemingly settling on the latter. You can’t really tell what the script is about, and you weren’t really listening last time, but you don’t care.

Somewhat… nervously, you take a step toward them, letting a small but polite smile pull on your lips when Jeongguk happens to turn his head and spot you. His eyes widen, and you watch as he says something to Wendy, who also turns her head. Does she know why he decided to switch you out?

“Hey,” you start quietly when he’s gotten close enough, Wendy taking the hint and leaving inconspicuously. “You dropped these last time.”

He peers down at your outstretched hand with the earbuds resting in the middle.

“Oh. Thank you.”

“No problem,” you say as he takes them from you to put in the pocket of his jeans. “Jeongguk… Can I ask… Did something happen? Did I do something?”

He looks down at the floor briefly before meeting your eyes. “No, it doesn’t have anything to do with you. I just… decided that I can’t continue working with you like this because I… I have feelings for someone.”

You didn’t think your heart could break like this because of the man in front of you, but something definitely cracks inside your chest.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were… seeing someone? Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask carefully.

“I’m not. At least not yet; it’s pretty new, still. But I hope you can understand that I can’t…”

“Yeah, no, of course. I get it,” you nod. 

Suddenly, he smiles gently, “But I heard both Jimin and Tae were looking for someone, and I know either one of them would be happy to have you.”

“Yeah, sure. Look, I gotta go, but good luck with… her? Him?”

“Her.”

You smile, “Good luck with her, I’m rooting for you.”

“Thank you.”

Your smile falls the second you turn away from him. It hurts to know that he’s in love with someone else, but you had your chance, at least to see if he was interested at all, and you didn’t take it. The worst thing is probably knowing that you wouldn’t have acted differently if you had the chance to rewind.

You’re not mad at him, and you truly do wish him luck. It makes sense that he doesn’t feel comfortable being so close to someone else if he’s in love. You’re not really sure what he thinks about still starring in porn, but it’s not your decision to make.

“Still here?”

“Yeah, I just had to return something to someone. But can you do me a favor, Yeri?”

“Sure what is it?” she says, peering at you curiously and resting her chin on her hand.

You breathe in, feeling sad but not very hesitant. “Since my conditions changed, essentially without my input, I can quit on the spot, right? I don’t need the two week notice?”

She smiles sadly at you, “Yeah, you’re right. Do you want to fill out the form right now?”

“Yes, please.”

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author's note: all fics have their own trigger warnings, but in general i write 'yandere' stories. this means obsessive/toxic love, strong language, and sometimes even murder or sexual assault. if any of these topics would be particularly offensive to you, this master list is not for you.

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Quarter Quell (🧸)

Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts' defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.

Yandere Career Jungkook x Tribute Reader

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five (coming soon)

The Unsaid Vow (🧸)

You always knew when you weren’t wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he’s getting closer to a woman at work that you’re certain he’s having an affair with, you’re planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect ‘family’.

Slow Burn Yandere Husband! Jungkook x Reader

Prologue, Part One (on patreon)

Pen Pal (🕯)

As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you.  In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook.  The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.

Yandere Prisoner! Jungkook x Reader

Part One, Part 1.5, Part Two, Part Three, Epilogue

These Things Take Time (🧸)

There's something wrong with your boyfriend Taehyung. At least, you think it's him.

Yandere Supernatural! Taehyung x Reader

Part One

Temptations (Teaser) J.J.K

Pairing: Yandere!Jeongguk x reader Warnings: Yandere content, manipulation, gaslighting, smut, dubcon, violence, blackmail, age gap au {further discretion to be updated with each chapter}

Word count: 215

Rated: 18+

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story which is not representative of the author's values, morals & ethics .It does not imply that the actions demonstrated by the protagonist are condoned and justified. Read at your own volition.

A/N: This is the first official post I've made on tumblr and I'm beyond excited to see the response to it. This is just a brief premise of the fic I'm planning to publish if the teaser is well received. Your feedback would be much appreciated!

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It was irrational to assume it would stop.

The furtive glances, bashful touches and racy conversations you had the fortune of experiencing with him.

Him.

Jeon Jeongguk. Obsidian dark doe eyes, akin to that of an innocuous child. Tall high bridged nose with long chocolate locks framing his ethereal visage.

Everything about him screamed perfection. It was likely what drew you to him in the first place.

Needless to say the attraction was mutual.

You swaddled him with overwhelming feelings he couldn't recognize. His thoughts were plagued with your presence. The wealthy and formidable man's usual composed demeanor would reduce to shambles when you peered at him with those bewitching eyes. He would stray away from his mundane code of conduct with so much as smile you threw his way. No one could hold a candle to the devotion he subjected you with.

The only predicament was that he was much older than you and, as a sorry state of affairs, also your father's colleague.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, soon you found yourself deeply entangled in a clutter you now deemed perilous.

Only if you would've deduced the raging obsession concealed beneath his sweet facade.

In a bid to appease your father, you conclude that ending this sweet dalliance would be wise.

However, the repercussions of your actions were harsh and unrelenting and you were about to learn that the hard way.

Should have curbed your temptations before they tethered you to him, eh?