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Jungkook: Playdates 1

DDLG × CG!Jungkook × Idol!Jungkook × Little!Reader × Stigmatization × Angst

Jungkook and you have been together for more than a year now. However, as soon as the question drops why you're not living together yet, you both seem to have a broad collection of excuses as to why not. Maybe there's something else going on?

❗Additional Chapter Warnings: Jungkook is a CG stuck in a closet, miscommunication, angst, reader is also stuck in a closet

❓A/N: behave yourselves please. If you're uncomfortable with any of the main Tags, do not read further. Thank you. Also, all chapters are bite-sized but will occur more often than other fics. Please keep that in mind ❤ asks for this AU are officially open!

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Jungkook and you are a rather odd couple.

Considering the general public opinion and view of him, you're not what people would consider a perfect fit for him. Youre soft spoken, shy and most of all cute - something people wouldn't think jungkook would go for in a girl, considering the fact that people still see him as a mere manchild, innocent and avoiding when it came to women.

The truth however, is entirely different.

Growing up being cared for and babied, jungkook feels as if people don't really see him as an actual man now that he's grown up. Sure, he's sexualized left and right, but only ever if he tries hard to appear that way. As soon as he laughs, or giggles, or simply smiles- he's back to being the nation's baby, cougars licking their teeth and others calling him innocent, submissive and cute.

He's not cute, and he's not innocent.

He'd found out about what his interests were actually called a few years back- having caught Hoseok browsing through his pinterest on his phone, pink collars and cute girls dressed in pastel clothes littering his 'for you'-page. He couldn't help but ask, interest peaked, and ever since then, he couldn't get these fantasies out of his mind. But there's a bad stigma around the whole topic, outsiders calling it the worst things possible and even a crime, or sick- and that's the main reason jungkook has to be careful, can't ever tell you.

He couldn't live with himself knowing you despise him.

But its hard, so so hard when he has to watch you play around so innocently- walking into his kitchen, grabbing for a knife with an eager hand to help him cook, knee high socks decorating your legs. "Come on small fry, let me do the cutting-" he starts, and you playfully argue.

"What, don't trust little me with a knife?" You ask jokingly, and he bites the inside of his cheek, lips in a thin line. Of course he'd never trust little you with anything sharp or dangerous. But he believes you don't mean it the same way he interprets it.

"No, I'm not saying that, you're just too li- you're too-" he stumbles for a moment over his words, tips of his ears red as he tries to paddle back out. "Aish, just let me do it!" He says,chuckling to take the bite out of his words as you give him the knife, seemingly unaware of his struggles.

You sit on the counter next to the cutting board, legs swinging in boredom, heels hitting the wooden doors underneath you. "Baby." Jungkook says, concentrating on his cutting before he reaches out a hand, placing it silently on your knees- stopping your motions.

You wish he'd praise you.

But that's not kook, and that's not what you'll ever get from him you think, as you sigh and simply watch him do his thing in the kitchen. Needless to say you liked that a lot too- watching him cook or play games or work out was something you enjoyed a lot. It made you think and sometimes daydream, no time spent with him ever enough to make you grow tired of him.

If only you could tell him about all your secrets.

Like the toybox in your room at your apartment- a locked suitcase filled with all of your little-things, a case hiding all of the things you need whenever the world gets too much. You don't want to imagine him finding out about it- your ex having already humiliated you enough, causing you to change countries and cut all contact with past friends.

You don't want to imagine what it would be like if he'd laugh at you like this as well.

Or maybe he'd think you were sick in the head, in need of help? Who knows, because there's no way you'll ever try and find out about his reaction. You'll take whatever he gives you, and until he wants to move in together with you, you're safe at home whenever the need to regress hits. You've become quite good at taking care of yourself- you can do most things alone after all.

Maybe you won't need it in the future.

"Hey, baby?" He snaps his fingers in front of you, making you fall out of your thoughts as you see him smile. "I asked if you want to set the table." He chuckles, hand in your knee leaving you. "What's gotten you so deep in thought?" He wonders, and you shake your head, jumping down from the counter to grab some plates and cutlery.

"Nothing." You simply say instead, brushing the topic off like every time.

Oceans: Down the sea

Every ship is alive; with memories, it's crew, its captain, and sometimes- even its past.

Tags/warnings: Pirate!Jungkook, Siren!Reader,just not your tradition mermaid kind of siren, I don't know what to call it just read it pls, angst, near death experience, blood, mentions of crime, he's a pirate what did you expect, strangers to lovers

Jungkook and his ship are undeniably bound together by more than just simple convenience- and everyone knows about it, though not all believe it to be true. After all, it sounds more like a tale mother's tell their children; a pirate captain in love with his ship's Siren.

You're sitting on the bowsprit, your song echoing over the ship, a soft tune to calm the seas and persuade her into granting you a safe journey, at least until your next stop. Strangers call your kind bad luck, witches, or even worse things down the line. But Jungkook had learned that you're more than just a lost Siren bound to the ship he'd repaired and taken back out to sea with his crew. You're a blessing more than a curse; connected to the very waves that carry the vessel and him wherever he sees fit.

And while his crew had been wary of you, and your agreement had been nothing but professional at the beginning, there was no use in denying his growing emotional connection to you after a while. You're more than just a daughter of the sea; you're more than just the main part of drunken men's dreams.

You're his.

He slowly walks closer, and you end your singing to look down at him, before smiling, eagerly making your way down the bowsprit, almost jumping into his arms with playful nature, making him chuckle as he holds onto you. The wind picks up, pushing into the sails, moving the large ship a bit faster across the waters. Slowly, everyone walks onto the deck, rubbing the sleep from their eyes while jungkook brushes some hair out of your face. "Did you sing the entire night again?" He wonders, and you nod, arms around his neck as you look at him.

"I cannot steer the ship alone." You tell him, a teasing tune to your voice. "And when you all sleep, how else am I supposed to keep you safe?" You wonder, and he smiles, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

"You're a blessing, you know that?" He tells you, and you grin, before detaching yourself from him, jumping onto the corner of the ship, holding onto a mast.

"So I've been told." You tease, and he smiles.

"By whom, I wonder?" He retorts, looking around the mast you hide behind; your face suddenly in front of his.

"A very handsome pirate out at sea." You say, and he hums out a reply, walking to the front of the ship again, your feet following him, before you hug him from behind. "Though he sometimes has some foolish ideas."

"My ideas are brilliant, take that back!" He argues playfully, holding onto you as you try and escape his grasp with laughter. But he won't let you.

He'll never let go of you.

👹Bad Habits (JJK x Reader) 💜☁️🔞

👹Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

👹Genre: (Twisted)Romance, Angst, Smut, Psycho!JK

👹Warnings: Size kink, Body worship, biting, rough manhandling, JK accidentally hurts her a bit (but apologizes dw), mildly disturbing themes (blood, guts, bones cracking…), criminal activities such as theft (mentioned) and murder (not actively stated, but heavily implied), panic attack, psychotic episodes, psycho!JK because holy shit I actually got scared what did I create, degrading names (he calls her a whore in his mind like once..), possessive JK, strength kink, reader is unable to conceive (chances are very slim), unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it folks), impreg kink, dead dove do not eat 🕊 manipulative Koo, Dom!Kook, therapy talk, relapses, horrible anger management, emotional koo, emotional reader, look mom I actually wrote a happy ending

👹Summary: Oh monster monster under my bed, you’re the only one I have left, come out and play ‘cause I need a friend.

Jeon Jungkook is sick.

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Jungkook: Silver Ink [1/3]

Jungkook is so many thing; absolutely not shy, a talented artist, a confident character, a charmer and a well known powerhouse in the bedroom- while you're very very inexperienced in the arts of love and dating.

Or alternatively: "So, what does a guy gotta do to be able to take you out? Totally not asking for a friend."

Tags/Warnings: Tattoo Artist!Jungkook x Piercer!Reader, coworkers to lovers AU, skirt enthusiast jungkook, he likes thighs, reader has a tongue piercing, adult thoughts lol, eventual smut, quiet reader

Part 2 • Part 3 (fin)

Jungkook never knocks or asks for entrance.

He quite literally walks around as if this was his home, which at this point it kind of was. He considered his coworkers his family after all- everyone somehow connected with each other. And then there's you.

You've joined a year ago, have denied every attempt by him to tattoo you, and had somehow even without talking much wiggled your way into this little family. You're a part that can't be left out anymore, even if you're a silent one.

And for an incredibly long time, jungkook had been convinced yiu hated him- or at least disliked him.

But then they started to turn up; a cupcake on his desk in his studio every morning you worked with him, a cup of coffee after every break he'd spend somewhere outside, or two entire sets of rare ink bottles for his last birthday- a present that had come from you he'd found out after asking around. And he's slowly thinking that you're just.. quiet.

You're incredibly skilled at what you do, gentle and steady hands perfect for delicate and potentially dangerous work. Your calm character really helped as well- making people feel at ease around you, which was incredibly important.

He also remembers that one time he walked into you piercing your own nipples.

Every since then, he can't get the image of you out of his mind; your black skirt revealing your soft thighs, decorated by delicate fishnet tights as you'd sat there, chest on full display. He'd seen his fare share of tits in his life, but for some reason, he can only refer to yours as absolutely perfect for him. Soft looking, perfectly placed, and perfectly sized. He can just imagine how his hands would fit over them while he'd play with them, getting you all hot and bothered for him. And the worst part of it all;

You didn't even flinch.

You just continued your preparations, going on with your task as if he wasn't even there, although he knew you'd seen him.

Things like these constantly happened.

Just like now, as you sit on your stretcher where customers technically sat, a needle and a small pot of ink on your table close by. He instantly recognizes what you're doing, and he closes the curtain of your small room, walking up to you where he sits down on your office chair. "Whatcha doing?" He asks, and you just hum, eyes focused on your task as you continue your small artwork. He watches how delicately you move the needle, laying his arms on your table as he rests his head on them to watch you.

Against what he might think, you've noticed him just fine, heartbeat speeding up as you suddenly put the needle down onto a sanitized tissue, sighing.

"What is it?" He asks innocently, as you look close- but not quite at him. Now that he thought about it, you never looked at him.

"I.. can't concentrate well when you're here." You mumble quietly, and while he was about to ask why, he notices the way the tips of your ears turn red.

He has an idea.

"The stencil is nice." He says, voice gentle as it seems to drip like honey down your bones. "Would be a shame to waste it." He says, leaning a bit closer to catch a glance at your face. "Can I?" He asks, inked hand pointing to the needle on the table.

After a moment, you shrug- before nodding.

He grins, rolling the chair closer to you as he takes the gloves, slipping them over his hands with a bit of trouble since you're using a way smaller size than him. He leans over, using the needle in a way different manner than you did as he expertly works on your little tattoo. He seems absolutely happy like this, hands on your thigh as he works way quicker than you.

"So." He starts, as you look down onto his black hair. "When do I get a nice piercing done by the princess herself, hm?" He asks, and you shrug, focusing on how he works.

"Dunno." You say in your typical fashion. "You never asked." You say, and he clicks his tongue as he dips the needle in the ink again.

"Fair." He admits. "But now you know. I want one." He says. "Like, my eyebrow? Always wanted one. You think It'd suit me?" He wonders, and you can't stop the words tumbling out.

"Anything would look good on a face like that." You mumble, playing with your fingers as he smirks.

"So you do think I'm hot!" He says, as if he'd just won a gold medal. "Fuck, I thought I wasn't your type or some shit!" He laughs, and you look at him as he finishes up, wiping away the ink on your skin with a gentle hand. "So, what does a guy gotta do to be able to take you out? Totally not asking for a friend." He says, and you stay quiet until he puts the needle away, looking at you.

"I-wait, are you asking me out?" You ask, and he giggles boyishly.

"You're so cute."He says, eyes sparkling with adoration. "I am. Today even, if you're up for it?" He wonders, and you become a bit nervous.

How do you tell him that you never dated before?

"I uh.."you start, as he makes sure to clean your skin carefully. "Dont know if you'd really, you know, liked that." You say, looking down before be tries to gain your eye contact.

"Why would you think that?" He asks, genuinely interested in the answer.

"Cause I.." you start, mumbling around. "Dont know how to, you know, do that." You admit.

"How to do what? Go on a date?" He asks, and you shrug before nodding. "Wait wait wait, you're telling me-" he starts, rolling the chair right in front of where you sit, brows furrowed as he looks at you bewildered. "You've never been on a date before? Ever?" He asks.

"Ugh, no, I haven't." You throw yourself back, leaning against the wall behind you with a huff. "And no, I've never kissed, or had sex, or whatever! There you go!" You say, looking away from him.

Jungkook however, is confused to say the least. "How.?" He asks, more so himself than you. You're absolutely pretty, got a super nice personality and seem like a great girl to have. You have so many talents, your laugh is addicting, and the way you notice the smallest things was something jungkook always admired about you. "Okay, it's a date then." He says, rolling the chair back before he stands up, walking over to you with a suddenly determined expression. "I'm taking you out, and I'm gonna make you fall in love for me too." He says with a grin, before he teasingly taps underneath your chin, waking out your room.

What just happened?

Jungkook: Pride (Intro)

In which sometimes you'll have to be reminded where you came from to appreciate where you are now.

Tags/Warnings: Tiger!hybrid Jungkook, Cat!Hybrid reader, strangers to lovers, sort of soulmate AU?, Fluff & minor angst

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"Thank you SO much, you won't ever believe how much you saved me!" Hoseok hugs the tiger hybrid as he takes the plastic bags from his friend. "I just had my hands full the entire day with them all-" The human rambles, but Jungkook waves him off, as he takes off his shoes.

"Don't worry, it was on the way anyways." He reassures, familiar with his friend's apartment's layout at this point. There's little hybrids running around, none older than maybe five it seems- the only older one being Taehyung, a familiar face in Hoseok's apartment since the lion hybrid officially lives with him permanently. Jungkook greets him with a smile, one that's returned silently, as the lion is currently holding onto a sleeping hybrid child on his lap. "Did you wash something in here?" Jungkook wonders, bringing some of the bags in the kitchen.

"No?" Hoseok wonders. "Why?" He asks, putting the groceries away in their respective places while the younger hybrid helps.

"Just wondering." He shrugs, throwing the empty bag into the bin close by. "How come they dropped so many kids at yours this time?" He asks.

"A raid." Hoseok grimly explains. "Underground trading, again. It's the second one this year." He sighs. "There's really no end to it, is there? One gets shut down, just for another to pop up.." He mumbles, watching the children play around.

"It'll get better." Jungkook tries to help, though he himself barely believes it as well. "What's with all the strawberry milk?" He wonders, watching his human friend put all the little juice boxes and bottles of said strawberry milk into the fridge.

"Ah, that's for angel. She doesn't really have a name, so we just call her whatever for now." He says, taking one out before looking at Taehyung, who's still trying to get all the young hybrids to take a nap. "I'll bring her one later, when they're quiet. The kids might stress her out too much. She's not good at handling a lot of sensory input." He explains.

"Another hybrid?" He asks, and Hoseok nods.

"Housecat hybrid. Brought back recently, but the social workers gave no reason as to why. Just said she's back, nothing else." Hoseok sighs, shaking his head. "I'm not sure what has happened to her. She won't talk, seems nice, but a bit clingy. She's alone right now only because of the kids." He explains to Jungkook, who nods.

"You want me to bring this to her?" He wonders, pointing to the tiny snack and bottle of milk presumably for you. Hoseok shrugs.

"Sure. She's in the left guest-room." He tells the tiger, who nods, before walking to where his friend had told him you'd be hiding in. As soon as he gets closer, that smell becomes stronger too- an oddly floral but soft scent, sweet but not too overbearing. It's a nice smell- but nothing he's ever quite noticed ever before.

"Hey- Hoseok asked me to bring you something to eat?" He asks quietly, knocking on the slightly ajar door, before he looks around. There doesn't seem to be anybody there- oh.

There you are.

You're watching him from the corner of the room, wrapped up in a blanket, seemingly having just woken up from a nap. You're nothing he's not seen before- a standard cat hybrid, maybe a bit on the shorter side, but probably his age, give or take a little. But something just seems to pull a purr from his chest, a buzzing feeling making him all warm and soft at the sight of you just merely looking at him. And the moment you yawn, tiny sharpened teeth showing, he's a goner.

You've got him captured, tamed, by doing absolutely nothing it seems.

He sits down a bit closer to you, gives you your small sandwich and your milk. You're purring, loudly so, and he loves the sound of it already. Your lips seem a bit chapped, bitten raw in some spots which seems to be due to nervousness and stress- and it's understandable. Not only have you been given away and removed from your home, but you've been basically betrayed and brought into a hectic environment that's probably not the best option for you.

Jungkook has always wanted to do something good for a bigger cause. Maybe he's just found his chance of doing so.

You remind him of himself, in a way. You're not scared, rather curious- quiet, but not dismissive, or uninterested. He likes you, clearly, it's pretty obvious that you're his mate even though it makes zero sense as you're a housecat and not a tiger, and he himself isnt even the same hybrid level- but he won't think about that.

He's found you, and he's going to make sure he won't let you down like you've been let down before.

"Figured something like that." Hoseok chuckles, watching how Jungkook opens the bottle of strawberry milk for you, as your tail snaps up a little.

"Huh?" Jungkook asks, his ears twisting and turning a bit in embarrassment as he tries to play it cool.

"Oh, come on now, Jungkook." He laughs. "I already knew something was up when you kept noticing a strange smell." He informs the tiger. "You might be a Level 2 but you're still a hybrid down the line, no matter how independent." He laughs.

"Well- ah, leave me alone!" He growls playfully, making your tail swish from side to side in amusement, clearly happy at the mood in the room. Jungkook himself wants to just pick you right up and carry you home. You're already melting his heart with nothing else but a smile.

"Oh, I will!" Hoseok says. "But I doubt she will now." He teases, making Jungkook smile.

Well he sure hopes you won't.

Taehyung/Jungkook

Crowded | Masterlist

A dog, a cat, and a fox walk into a bar- but wait, this isn't actually a joke at all.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook, Tger Hybrid!Taehyung, Fox Hybrid!Reader, friends to lovers, poly AU, romance, mutual (secret) pining, minor angst, major fluff

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Green | Masterlist

"I'm not lonely."

Tags/Warnings: Rabbit hybrid!Jungkook, Fox hybrid!Reader, Single Dad!AU, strangers to lovers, Fluff, romance, angst, suggestive, eventual smut

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Jungkook

YEARNING || Masterlist

You're so far from home, and you don't even know it yet.

Tags/Warnings: Dragonblood!Prince!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Angst, fluff, romance, forbidden lovers, blood and violence, fantasy AU, eventual smut

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Jungkook

Princess | Masterlist

How much can you get away with before he has to put you back in your place?

Tags/Warnings: Wolfdog Hybrid!Jungkook, Showdog Hybrid!Reader, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff?, Brat!Reader, Jungkook has major brat tamer energy, eventual smut

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Jungkook

+1 Chance | Short/Oneshot

In which some people get an extra life.

Tags/Warnings: pro Esports!Kook, Teenage crushes to ???, SFW, Short, Open ending, all around fluffy

Length: 2.2k Words

A/N: Yes I'm still writing on existing stuff dw. Just a random valentines day drabble. Not proofread.

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You met Jungkook in summer, many years ago, when the sun was hot and your friends turned out to be nothing but situationships.

You’d been seeing the hints of their friendship not being of honest nature for a while now- but as a young girl barely about to graduate a year later, you didn’t want to be alone during your allegedly best years of your life. So you ignored the warnings one after another, always found excuses as to why their behavior was totally justifiable and normal, even if deep down you knew that you were just trying to convince yourself of that.

And then, you met him- a guy showing you honest kindness for nothing asked in return.

It was hot, sun burning, and you’d tried to get out the pool- but your small strawberry floaty had kept slipping from underneath you, making it hard to find the strength to get out of the large pool in your ‘friend’s’ backyard by yourself- when suddenly, a hand had grabbed the red item to keep it still, so you could properly hold onto it for a moment.

“Here- let me help.” He’d said, black nail polish chipped. And you’d taken on the help, too tired to really care about the fact that your friend had told you to just ignore her brother’s ‘weirdo friends’- him clearly being one of them. “Want me to help you get out? The sun is pretty hot right now, you should get out soon.” He had worried a little, and you'd nodded, pushing yourself up on the ledge after having let go of the floaty, finally having been able to escape the pool with his help, as he made sure you wouldn’t slip or end up back inside because of your strength leaving you.

You weren’t sure back then where your friends even were at that point. But somehow, it was like a moment of realization- a clear sign you couldn’t ignore any longer. “your uh.. friends went to watch a movie upstairs now, in Kate’s room..” he says, watching you sit down in the shade, drying yourself with a towel you brought.

“..thanks.” you’d mumbled. “I.. Probably should go home now.” You’d shrugged, feeling ashamed and embarrassed to ever having trusted these people at all. All they did was use your kindness and clear need for just someone to talk to and befriend- and you’d willingly accepted that, blinded by the glimpses of happiness they’d made you feel every now and then.

They knew how to manipulate you- keep you happy and clingy enough with occasional treats never given too often.

“I mean.. I can drive you. It’s late.” Jungkook had offered you. “But we’re also missing a fourth player for mario-cart right now, down in Kate’s brother’s room.” He’d jokingly told you- something that had given you hope.

“..but won’t it be weird?” You’d worried. “They don’t know me.”

“Well, everyone’s a stranger when you first meet them.” Jungkook had laughed, as he gave you a towel from close by, both of you having slowly walked back into the house. “I’m Jungkook. Just in case you didn’t know. “ He’d introduced himself, smiling like he’s the sun itself.

And little did you know that on that day, as you gave him your name, you both also set the foundation for much more than just a friendship.

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“So you two have history?” Your friend asks, sitting across from you on your hotel room floor, both of you occupied with making sure your freshly applied nail polish dries well. You’re on a weekend trip for just the two of you, to take some time off the stressful life and to nourish your friendship a little.

“Not really.” You shrug. “I wouldn’t call it that. More so.. An awkward friendship when I was younger, before I moved away.” You answer, explaining your situation as to why Jeon Jungkook, one of the current top e-sports players had greeted you when you randomly ran into each other today in the hotel hallway.

“Oh, so he was the guy you had a crush on when you were younger?” She teases, never forgetting anything it seems like- not even a random confession during a childish game of never-have-I-ever. “I knew it. Damn, you were so close! Imagine your life if you’d bagged that guy.” She swoons, having made it known time and time again that she wouldn’t pass up any opportunity to ‘get her hands on those abs’ if she ever had the chance to do so. You know this is simply a joke, but still, her words do make you think.

How would your life have turned out if you got with him?

Would he have chosen to go against his parents’ advice to just keep his hobby as, well, a hobby, or would he have accepted their wishes to instead study something more steady, to earn a position in a stable company? You’ll never know- but despite that, its still interesting to just humor that idea for a moment.

“Hey, maybe there’s still tickets for the tournament!” Your friend chirps up, having noticed her nailpolish having dried by now, phone fetched and disconnected from the charger as she swipes and inputs her passcode to unlock it. “Or I’ll ask if we can have my brother’s tickets, since he didn’t go..” She mumbles, texting him most likely now.

“It’s.. I don’t know, we wanted to go out for dinner though.” You mumble, checking your polish for any imperfections. “You don’t even like gaming that much.” You also add, teasingly so. She rolls her eyes.

“Just cause I don’t play them, doesn’t mean I cant enjoy watching someone play them instead.” She argues. “Also, you can watch the game- I'll watch the pretty boy.” She winks, making you laugh with her, when she receives a text, phone falling out of her hand for a second before she can pick it up again. “Oh- he said we can have them!” She chirps up, clearly excited. “As far as I know they’re free seating- so if we’re early, we get to choose where we wanna sit and watch.” She explains, texting him some more while you contemplate.

This is dumb. He probably has a girlfriend, a life of his own, hell- you have a life of your own now, far away from him. There’s no reason for you to try and test your luck like this, but you’re also a fan of the game he’s competing at. So, maybe..

Yeah. You’re totally not doing it for him. You’re just going to watch the gameplay.

What’s the worst that can happen?

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It’s not even the next day yet, but you already see him again.

On your way down to the reception desk, mission clear in your head to muster up the courage to ask for another pillow instead of sleeping uncomfortably like this, you’ve barely exited your room when your eyes meet again in the hallway.

He says your name. His voice has gotten deeper after all those years, you notice. You nod, and he smiles, the turn of the corner of his mouth pulling your attention to the twin piercing he has placed there, silver rings piercing right through his skin. “It’s been a while.” He offers, hands in the pockets of his pants. He must’ve been out with his teammates, smell of faint cigarette smoke clinging to him as you walk a bit closer.

You nod. You feel awkward, all dressed down like this, having gotten reader for bed hours before, trying to find sleep without the extra comfort another pillow would bring you. “how are you?” He asks, and again, you nod.

You hate this. You’re still terrible at talking to people. “I’m good.. and you?” You answer, avoiding eye contact. Of course he’s obviously doing good- great even, about to bag thousands of prize money tomorrow when he’ll surely win the tournament.

“Good. Great even, now that I.. anyways, do.. What’re you doing here?” He wonders, clearly happy to initiate smalltalk. “vacation or work?”

“vacation. With.. a friend of mine.” You tell him, toes digging onto the fluffy slippers you brought on this trip for yourself. “like.. a girl’s weekend.” You explain, and he nods.

“Yeah.. guess you gotta leave the men at home sometimes to unwind.” He jokes.

“hmhm. Well, she had to- I don’t, you know, have anyone, so I’m flexible.” You tell him, and that seems to make his eyes sparkle almost like you’ve challenged him. Which you didn’t- so why does he look so energized now.

“Cool! I mean.. yeah.” He nods to himself, before he seems to realize something. “Oh hey, if I interrupted you or I’m holding you in a conversation, don’t mind me! You look like you were on your way somewhere-“ he starts, pointing down the gall to the elevator. “But uh.. if you wanna go down, there’s a bunch of drunks down in the lobby, just a warning.” He offers, making you deflate.

“Oh.” You hum, defeated. Well, maybe you cal roll up your sweater or something.

“If you.. I can go with you, if you’d like.” He offers. "I’m still pretty fit. Still boxing. So.. I can be your meat-shield basically.” He jokes, making you giggle, his eyes brightening up at the sound and sight.

“I.. that would be nice, actually.” You accept, and he happily walks next to you into the elevator at that, faint music drowning our the heavy buzzing of the mechanics.

“so uh.. how’s your family?” He wonders. “is your dad still making your mom’s life harder every day?” He jokes, but you shake your head, smiling fondly.

“No, they surprisingly settled these days. They’re.. on a trip themselves. For valentines day and all.” You explain, and Jungkook nods.

“romantic.” He teases, and you giggle, nodding along.

“they.. ask about you a lot. It’s kind of funny.” You tell him. “I can only ever tell them what I see online though.” You shrug.

“You.. know what I do?” he wonders, and your eyes widen as you look at him.

“are you kidding me? You’re the top player at my favorite game.” You say, making his expression moron into one of both wonder- and slightly bashful.

“I uh.. didn’t know. Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He laughs it off. “I.. have a tournament actually, tomorrow.”

“I know.” You nod, elevator doors opening. “I’ll be there. With my friend.” You say.

“Oh wow.” He chuckles. “I better win, in that case.” He.. flirts? As he walks towards the reception desk with you- drunk group of friends luckily only being loud, but not aggressive. “where will you sit?”

“its.. free seating, so I’m not sure.” You mumble, before you ask the lady at the desk for another pillow for your room number.

“I could probably reserve some good seats.” He says, and you smile.

“You really don’t have to.” You reassure him, when he suddenly asks the lady for something else as well- a flower from the last bouquet left over from the hotel’s valentines sale for the guests. She happily gives it to him, free of charge, before she tells you that housekeeping will bring you the pillow shortly, before she resumes her own work again, letting you and Jungkook walk back into the elevator.

You’re not sure what you think of this- but junkook has liked flowers back then, so why wouldn’t he still like flowers now. Or, maybe he’s staying here with his girlfriend, and he’s just wanting to gift her something on his way back to her- it’s valentines day, after all.

“I’ll.. can I have your number? To text you where you’ll sit tomorrow.” He asks, and you nod, walking into your room to fetch your phone, showing your number for him to type into his own, screen cracked a little in one corner. “awesome. Now then, the only thing I gotta do is..-“ he starts, slipping the phone in the pocket of his pants. “-ask you to be my valentine?” He wonders, holding the flower out to you. "Don’t have to say yes. I’m a big boy, I can take rejection.” He jokes.

“Can I.. ask why?” You wonder, and he grins, shrugging.

“I feel like, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.” He simply answers. “..giving me a second chance, to ask you out for real this time.”

“wait.. you mean-“ you stammer, and he nods.

“I had.. kind of a huge crush on you back then. And, seeing you again.. it all just.. flared up again. Exactly the same way.” He confesses. “I’m not.. asking for something big. Just one date- and we’ll go from there.” He asks, and you slowly take the flower from him, smile on your lips as you think about his words. Fate, huh? A universe’s second chance? What are the chances?

You decide you don’t care.

“okay.” You answer him,-

And his eyes sparkle brightly, while he smiles at you like you’re the sun.

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Jungkook/ Platonic!Ot6

The Twilight State | Masterlist

There's a place for everyone, somewhere out there.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Alien!Bangtan, Platonic!ot6 x Reader, romantic!Jungkook x Reader, cold climate, a lot of physical affection/contact, angst, romance, fluff, more warnings TBA

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🧸 + 💗 + 🐕 “you cant chew on that, doll”

p.s- remember to stay hydrated my lovely <3

(there was an added ask saying it's for Jungkook, DDLG+Fluff+Hybrid)

Part of the drabble game!

Languages are marked as: english | korean

"you can't chew on that, doll." jungkook chuckles amused, carefully taking the plastic necklace out from between your lips even though you whine a little about it. "no, don't get fussy now puppy. You've been so good the entire time." he praises, playfully bouncing you a bit on his thigh where you're sitting. He already knows you're gonna feel embarrased and overall bad for slipping in such a bad time- forcing him to take you with him to the music video shooting, even though he himself had no issue with it. It was mainly society that forced you into believing the way you behaved was bad and wrong- even if you had no control over it.

And Jungkook himself could only see you as absolutely adorable anyways.

Ripping open a pack of Jjondeugi, he instead gives that to you to nibble on, well aware of your oral fixation especially in stressful situations like this. Your half-floppy puppy ears constantly move towards any noise, as you try and focus on everything around you. He can't help but pet one of them, soft fur between his fingers while you whine again- this time it's only playful banter however, as you shake your head in joking protest, making him laugh, and your tail wag.

"doesn't it get overwhelming when she's.. You know, like this?" Charlie asks, and Jungkook needs a moment to put his thoughts into words the english speaking artist would be able to understand.

"not much." he says, brushing some hair out of your face as your leg starts to wiggle, body getting antsy since you're unable to roam around freely. "she- uh.. Very sweet. I don't care." he explains, and the fellow artist nods.

"yeah I have a friend who owns a dog hybrid and a puppy one as well. His puppy is a lot harder to handle- never stays still even when the dog is watching over them!" he laughs, making Jungkook chuckle as well. "but she seems super sweet. Must be hard to stay still like that." he says, already well aware he shouldn't touch you. You've squirmed away uncomfortably already when he'd approached you at the start of the shooting- with Jungkook explaining that you didn't like physical contact from anyone but him when you were like this. The american artist had understood thankfully, surprised how relatively calm you still stayed.

Jungkook knows he's got lucky with you.

While everyone around him thought it was already a bad idea to adopt a hybrid, it got even worse when he'd admitted that you weren't just a dog hybrid, but a puppy- basically a hybrid who often falls into a non-verbal headspace to cope with too much stress or sensory overload. It's a rare thing, and doesn't even need to be a result of trauma- in hybrids, it's simply genetics that sometimes make it happen. But even though he himself had his doubts, he does have to admit that he'd won the lottery with you.

You never get too much for him to handle, even deep in your headspace just like now. You're just the sweetest thing- how could he not love you? How could anyone not love you?

The rest of the shooting goes well, translator playing around with you while Jungkook finishes up the last scenes with his co-artist, eager to go home with you just as much as you are. You're an odd couple, that's for sure-

But you fit together like perfect puzzle pieces.

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don’t come @ me don’t I’m not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it’s my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase ‘Never judge a book by its cover’?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I’m tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can’t even tell me you 'read it by accident’ because that’s why I’m always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

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Jungkook

BloodLust | Masterlist

You're everything he can't have, but also everything he needs.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jungkook, human!Reader, strangers/Enemies to lovers, jk kind of a dick at first sorry, sexual tension, corruption kink, size & strength kink, blood drinking, biting, more TBA in actual story

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Jungkook: Mendacious

You're the definition of: don't judge a book by its cover.

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Coyote hybrid!Reader, unlikely couple, established relationship, hybrid/human relationship, judgement, reader is treated poorly and unfairly, minor injury, angst, fluff

A/N: yes, another hybrid fic.

Mendacious : (someone) likely to tell lies.

If you didn't know it yourself, you wouldn't believe yourself either, if you had to be completely fair.

However, that still doesn't give any of the men the right to push you around like their doing now- the palms of your hands still stinging harshly from the accidental fall just minutes ago. They're still dirty, because you've got nothing to wipe them off on; the dress you're wearing too nice, too many fond memories connected to it to ruin it.

But how did you, hybrid of world-renowned idol Jeon Jungkook, end up at a pound with scraped up hands and a broken heart?

Well- you simply told the truth.

As a Coyote, there's always many bad rumors stuck to your name, no matter how hard you try to go against the odds and prove them wrong. They've tried hard to talk Jungkook out of adopting you three years back- instead trying to make him interested in one of the prettier and more well behaved cat and dog hybrids. But Jungkook had been stubborn; absolutely enchanted by your curiosity, your energy, just.. everything about you.

He'd talked to you, played a bit with you, and it just clicked.

He also encourages you to stay independent; having gifted you your own collar early on- a tag on the front for easy scanning and GPS tracking at all times, so no one would get you confused with a stray whenever you went to go out on your own, and he himself could check your location in case you got lost. It's something he felt like he owed you; you didn't deserve to be locked up inside his apartment like a bird in a golden cage.

He doesn't treat you like a pet; he treats you like a lover, like a friend, like family.

And until now, you've always somehow slipped from every noose thrown at you by life- getting laughed at constantly as soon as you'd say that Jungkook was your owner. But this time- this time, it went wrong.

Horribly wrong.

'Sure you are.' The men had said as they'd pushed you towards the van of the pound company. 'And my brother is the president.' They'd laughed. You'd stumbled, fallen into the van, hands stinging and eyes watering.

But there was no reaction other than the doors slamming shut.

It's not common for hybrids to be allowed on their own outside, so it's also typical to be asked by patrolling officers where you belonged to if you were to walk around on your own. In your case, you'd thought it had been fine; the officer having asked you for your ID and owner name as you'd tried to walk home from taking a walk by yourself.

And then the men of the pound had come around, taking you in for breaking the hybrid-stray laws.

They thought you'd lied.

Even worse; by now, they've taken your collar, arguing that you've probably faked the ID of Jungkook connected to the tag on it-a common crime for strays to stay independent, before it fell to the ground after you had tried to fight for it back- small GPS tracker pack breaking on the hard concrete floor. They were basically treating you like a criminal, and you were worried. Jungkook was probably still at the recording studio with yoongi. It would take some hours for him to go home- and maybe even longer before he'd realize something had happened.

You don't have your phone anymore either.

You have nothing.

And after 24 hours- you're officially considered a stray.

Ownerless.

Again.

"Go on and change." A young man says, throwing some clothes wrapped in plastic towards you. You've been asleep for a while now- your joints aching from the weird position you'd taken a nap in. "Afterwards you're led into your room." He informs you; and you assume it's probably because the 24 hours are close to being passed.

You must've really slept long.

You're good at obeying though; so you don't fight it at all, simply nodding to go get changed in a small bathroom nearby. You know it's smarter to just go along- you've seen one of the men raise their hand in response to your fighting over the collar a few hours prior.

They won't refrain to hit it necessary.

The clothes are simple, an eggshell-white color, a regular t-shirt and shorts with a cutout for any hybrids tail; adjustable with velcro so it fits any breed, while still being cheap enough. It's a little itchy on your tail, but it'll do; you'll get used to it.

Giving up your dress feels like giving up the last piece of home you've got, however.

It hurts, so much more than your hands, as the man takes the neatly folded piece of attire from you, before he walks in front of you, leading you down a hallway. You can hear noises behind the doors; from arguing hybrids complaining in their rooms, to whining and sad one's making their displeasure known. Your room is a pale orange in color; paint on the walls already starting to chip on some spots however, just like the metal bedframe and sink nearby. "Get in." The man demands, and you do so-

The door behind you closing, before you can hear the lock click into place.

This is it.

"Baby?" He asks into the darkness of the apartment, assuming you've maybe gone to bed already- though he's got an odd feeling in his stomach. He'd stayed way too long and he knows- maybe you're mad? He wouldn't blame you if you were. He should've told you.

Looking into the bedroom however, there's no you. The guest room? Empty. You're not here.

When he pulls out his phone to check your location, his blood runs cold- the GPS had lost connection almost 6 yours ago; and he knows for a fact that he charged the battery. He's a man of routine- he checks your collar every day before he leaves.

Calling you doesn't do anything either- you're not picking up.

Where are you?

You're picking ok a string that's escaped from the threading of your new shirt.

It's all you've got really; there's nothing else to do but wait and exist at this point. You've got no way to tell how late or early it is- maybe it's the next day already? Maybe you've been here for more than 24 hours? You don't know.

All you know Is that your hair still smells like that vanilla scented shampoo jungkook always made sure to buy for you, knowing it's your favorite.

Only now does it hit you full force.

So you cry, until a headache starts, and your body falls asleep again.

"Exactly. And I need the last location, urgently." Jungkook argues with his manager who'd gone out first thing in the morning to ask the store where he'd bought the tracker to read out the last known location before it disconnected. He would've gone himself- but he knows he can't make a public deal out of it. Not because he cares about his reputation; but because it could put you in danger. People could try and find you to get closer to him, and he doesn't want that. It's been way too long already- you're most likely scared to the bone. You don't sleep very well when he's not home, it's why he takes you on his tours and out-of-country schedules at all times.

He feels terrible, as if it's somehow his fault you're gone now.

Maybe you've ran away for a reason? Maybe you were tired of the stress? Of his life? Of him?

It's his biggest fear. He knows it's not just a small favor to ask for you to adapt to his constantly changing schedule and life, to ask for you to understand whenever he has to cancel anything you've both wanted to do just because he has to go back to the studio. You both never had a proper date, and he won't ever be able to do that; partially because of the bad stigma around hybrid/human relationships, partially because people wouldn't let him breathe if they spotted him.

But he shakes his head. No. He can think like this once he's got you back; for now, he has to find you first.

"They're downloading logs right now, just half an hour at max." The manager ok the phone informs him.

"Tell them to hurry up. It's been hours already, God knows where she is!" He argues, irritated by every single delay at this point. He'd already almost walked out himself when they had attempted to get themselves out easy by saying they couldn't read out any location data. He's going to get you back.

There's no other option.

Dreaming is odd.

Sometimes it's the wildest things that your brain comes up with while you sleep; flying over buildings and clouds, fighting ancient creatures, living in a world in space. You sometimes lucid dream too- controlling your actions and well aware that it's just an illusion.

And sometimes, like now, you don't dream at all.

Or maybe you do?

"..y? Hey, baby?" Its jungkook. His voice seems faint, like he's almost whispering. Will you forget that voice at some point? "Come on, let's get you back home." He says, before you feel him touch you. It's then that your eyes open;

And he's there.

Your eyes widen, shock written all over your face even in the dim light of the light bulb above you, before you cry yet again, pushing yourself into his chest, hands grabbing for any of his clothes you can. You don't want to let go, ever again. "I'm here, you're fine. We'll go home now, okay?" He asks, and you simply nod, giving him the okay to somewhat pick you up and carry you out.

"I really didn't think-" one of the men starts arguing, trying to explain himself, but jungkook cuts him off, voice a bit louder now, and ice cold.

"I think you should start looking for new employment." The idol simply replies, before someone opens the door for him, cold morning air hitting your senses. But you're too tired to really think much-

All you know is you're back home, jungkooks distinctive scent wrapping around you like a blanket.

You don't remember much at first when you wake up in your bed- one you share with jungkook, who's scent still lingers heavily on the fabric of the sheets, though his body is absent.

It's odd.

You know it's normal- after all, he probably had early morning training again, so it's not untypical of him to be gone when you wake up. But this time, especially now that the memories return, it makes you feel uneasy. Was he mad about the broken collar? It was probably expensive. Was he upset you got yourself into trouble? You tend to break stuff and get into situations like this a lot- maybe you should try and behave better.

You try and swallow it down, before you leave the bed for your own daily routines. Maybe that'll calm you down again.

But even when watering the small plants in the kitchen, even while trying to watch TV, even while making yourself food; your thoughts are poisoned. Everything is suddenly questioned, every sound you've grown so used to suddenly makes you nervous. You could maybe take a nap. Yeah, that was a good idea. If you slept, you couldn't break stuff or get into trouble, and time would fly past like nothing as well. You could sleep closer to the door so you'd hear him first thing- yes.

And that's how you ended up on a blanket right in front of the door.

Not even noticing how you start crying during your sleep.

Jungkook can sometimes be pretty stupid.

He knows that, and is reminded of that fact especially now that he comes home; door hitting something, before you emerge from the side, yawning and holding your shoulder. "Oh God baby I'm so sorry!" He calls out, before he gets inside and closes the door. "Why were you sleeping in front of the door hm?" He asks, carefully squatting down to check up on any injuries. You're fine though- except for the dried tears he can spot. "I'm so sorry, I should've thought more. Did you think I left?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. He clicks his tongue before picking you up, bringing you into the kitchen where he sits you on the counter next to the sink. "Lets make something to eat first.." he mumbles more to hunself, trying hard to drown his guilt. Of course you'd be scared right after what happened yesterday. What did he think would happen?

"Koo?" You ask as you notice him sniffling a second time as he looks into the fridge, door hiding him. But there's no hiding any longer, his eyes unable to look at you. "I'm fine, I overreacted-"

"No no no you absolutely didn't. I'm an asshole for leaving like that, you should be mad at me." He says, making you smile.

"I could never." You say.

"But you should." He argues back.

"But I won't." You respond, tail starting to wag and slap against the inside of the sink- and he laughs, before he walks towards you to hold you close, before be presses a kiss right between your hybrid ears ontop of your head.

"I love you." He simply says.

And your tail wags a little faster at that.

Yoongi: With you 1

In which Yoongi, a proud Tiger and former prince finds you, a simple stray cat roaming the streets, trying to survive somehow. His mate, as he realizes quickly.

Tags/warnings: hybrid AU, Prince!Tiger!Yoongi, Cat!Reader, fluff, angst, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of violence, bad living conditions, more TBA as the story progresses

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He walks around the streets, head low as he greets some of the people he knows around town. It's busy, everyone walking around with their own work to get done. It's the that he spots a small person sitting close to a small store, hugging their knees. He doesn't know why, but he can't take his eyes off of her- something pulling him towards her as he walks closer.

He's seen you before as well- you're hardworking, taking on any task that would pay you at least a little. He's also seen you share food, and help elderly people carry heavy things without taking anything in return. You're an easy target for anyone who wants a little bit of food or money, and he's never been able to quite catch anyone in the act- always only seeing the aftermath of it, when you'd sit with your head held low, just like now.

He crouches down, waiting for a reaction that doesn't come. There's a small bowl of water next to you, but you don't touch it. He takes it for himself, smelling, but its just water- a sip he takes confirming it. You seem absolutely dehydrated, and yet you don't drink, simply raising your head a little to watch in longing. Your eyes seem heavy, ears hanging low.

The tiger in front of you will just take what little you have now, probably happy to get some more food and water for himself as easy as this. But he doesn't, holding it towards you. "Why aren't you drinking?" He asks, and you look up a little, before pointing to your throat.

There's some dark marks- you've clearly gotten into a dispute with someone recently, and its then that he understands. You probably have a hard time swallowing, making him furrow his brows as he thinks of something he could do to help. You're staring at him, unable to look away- has he noticed it too? Maybe your senses are growing delirious now, imagining something that's not there. "Wait here." He tells you, getting up to walk away.

Well, what else were you supposed to do than stay here? You don't really have a home, simply sleeping wherever you can find shelter. The town had been in this state ever since the new prince had taken over- well being of his people seemingly not interesting him at all as people steal and starve while trying to keep things running somehow.

When he returns, it's with something in a bag. "Come. I promise you I don't mean harm." He mumbles with a deep voice, helping you stand up as he leads you away from the bustling town, to a small home- its tiny, but its a home nonetheless. "I was told this should help. Let's hope they were right.." he murmurs more to himself than you, nodding towards a blanket he'd spread out on the floor next to what you assume is his nest- a mattress on the floor with several blankets and pillows. You sit down where he points while you watch him put down his hat, tiger ears revealed along with his black hair. There's a scar on his face, running over his eye; both of his eyes golden and full of pride, even during times like these.

"I'll let you help around here if you crave to feel useful, but I want you to know that I didn't take you in because of that." He says. You look at him. "You know why." He says, and you nod.

"Mate." You say quietly, voice raspy.

He nods.

Jungkook: Love Letters 🔞

Royalty AU × Prince!Jungkook × Maid!Reader × Childhood friends to lovers × angst

In which Jungkook can only ever live a fever dream behind closed doors, while the world at day becomes more and more cruel.

Tags/warnings: angst, royalty, forbidden romance, so much angst, smut, jungkook wraps it up and so should you, longing, mutual pining, open ending

Length: no wordcount, short

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"Why do you always do that?" You ask Jungkook, who looks at you funnily for a moment, before he goes back to coloring.

"Do what?" He wonders, carefully running the tip of the red crayon over the paper.

"That thing, with your hand." You ask. Everytime he has to go, his mother would take his hand and lead him away. Whenever that happened, he'd always turn around, kiss his hand, and wave it towards you- a gesture you'd come to replicate by now.

"My mom said it means 'I'll see you again soon.' That's why." He explains proudly. "Woah, that butterfly looks so cool!" He exclaims, spotting what you've drawn on the same paper. You're a bit younger than him- and Jin, another servant's son and butler in training, had told you that his father had suggested you'd all enjoy the time you can play so freely for as long as you all can.

Because one day that'll all be over.

And while as kids you didn't believe it too much, you very much know now how true it had been, as you stand quietly in the corner with Jin, watching the royal family attend dinner.

Jin and you both are careful to have your eye out for anything the attending guests and family might need- your shoes quietly tapping on the floor as you walk towards the queen, refilling her glass of wine for her with well-taught movements.

You try hard not to glance towards Jungkook, who you know looks at you.

You refill his cup of water as well, not looking at him- it's forbidden, bad manners, especially with guests around, and he hates it. He wants you and Jin to even sit at the table with him, laugh and eat and just exist in the same world for a moment again, just like when you'd been kids. But that's impossible now, and he knows it.

The only way he can have you is in his chambers, late at night, when he's able to kiss you silly and steal your breath with his lips and actions.

You're so beautiful underneath him, bare body bathed in the moonlight shining through his opened curtains. He wishes you could even sleep here, rest next to him, but he knows that's too much to ask. He already has your love, owns your heart- and that's already dangerous enough in itself.

Because he's given you his own as well, and he knows it'll end up breaking.

But for now, as he brushes his lips over your collarbone, he doesn't want to think about it. He thinks about your hands on his arms, running over them and leaving goosebumps behind, as you wrap your arms around his neck. He likes being held by you. Even though you both have grown apart in physical appearance and hierarchy, you give him a sense of comfort he's never truly experienced before, not even from his own mother.

Because you love him, not his name.

And he loves you too, your entire being, as he enters you like so many nights before, condom wrapped around his length for safety- but he wishes he could one day have a family with you, marry you, but that's all wishful thinking.

You softly gasp at the feeling of his hips moving, legs wrapping around his waist underneath the sheets as you seem to need him closer. The kisses are clumsy, messy, but its okay like that.

Because that's how you love.

That's how he holds you close, speeding up his pace as he craves to see you come undone underneath him. You always cum so soft and sweet, so beautifully he can't ever get the image out of his head. You're his queen, even if reality tells him otherwise.

You'll always stay his queen.

He pushes himself in deeply, as if that would do anything for him; his seed spilling into the condom inside you whine your thighs spasm, core clenching around him as you finish as well.

You remember your first kiss in the royal kitchens, his lips on you for only a short time until Seokjin had caught you- luckily, because if it would've been anyone else, you surely would've faced dire consequences for your actions of bewitching the prince.

But he'd assured you time and time again, that it wasn't your fault.

It was no one's, he'd come to learn. Sometimes, love was fleeting, and other times, it was violent and merciless. And sometimes, love meant nothing in the eye of someone.

You leave him alone soon after he'd indulged in those intimate actions with you, breaking his heart every time, but he knows it's mutual. The true danger of your constant visits isn't set in your bones yet, it never has been, because the longing is simply too strong, overpowering any other taste of impending doom.

You've left your underwear in his room tonight.

There's nothing you'd not take as a consequence in return of his gentle touch.

But with routine comes comfort, and in comfort lies the danger of negligence. Of making mistakes, leaving traces, offering proof of your wrongdoings for others to find.

He doesn't know the problems it will cause soon. He's not yet aware of what this simple accident will bring over you both as soon as the maids come to clean up his chambers while he's out to practice and train as always. It'll devastate you both for sure, with one however at least being freed from the heavy burden sooner than the other, force of harsh reality one half of his heart as a punishment for his reckless love.

He doesn't know it yet.

But he soon will.

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Jungkook: 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 🔞

deception- /dɪˈsɛpʃn/ -noun; the action of deceiving someone.

Tags/Warnings: Prince!Cursed!Jungkook, Dragonkin!Reader, mentions of poor living conditions (reader is chained up in a basement smh), magic and other fantasy elements, Angst, tragic lovers au?, strangers to lovers question mark???, did I mention angst, fluff?, it's somewhere I promise, open ending- I might write more dunno yet

Story length: 5k

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It's quiet underneath the castle tonight.

No one is probably yet awake- moonlight still brightly shining through the tiny window at the very top corner of your cell, signaling it's still nighttime. There's occasional cats passing by, or mice sneaking in to capture any crumbs you may have left behind of the dry bread they give you to eat- but except this, there's nothing but silence.

It's nothing like the woods you've lived in before, close to the seaside.

There, the waves would've sang you a song to help you sleep, the trees swaying alongside the melody as if to rock you like a mother would her child, side to side, slowly, gently. In here, there's no soft foliage underneath you, no warm pelts that make up your nest. There's nothing but a bit of hay- but not even nearly enough to give you the opportunity to nest at all. It's damp, starting to mold, itching your skin to the point of you rather sleeping on the cold hard floor instead.

Suddenly, there's drops hitting the ground outside.

You turn around to look up at the window properly, before you stand up, shackles clattering loudly as the metal chains drag on the floor. Your hands on the brick wall, you turn up your head to at least try and smell the fresh air the storm seems to bring. And as if mother nature takes pity on you, the wind starts to shift, blowing the cool rain into the cell where you let it patter on your skin and face with a smile.

You don't care that the water runs into your cell now, flowing down the very brick wall you've got your hands placed against. There's no worse for your situation anyways- though one might argue that it could be a lot more evil.

At least they feed you.

Kind of.

For now, you lay down on the bits of hay you've collected to sleep on, sound of the rain helping you fall asleep.

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"Jungkook, take it slow, will you." the King sighs, watching as the young prince eagerly swings his wooden sword against the one of a young soldier and dear friend. And while the prince won't listen, Namjoon looses his attention at the sound of the king approaching, becoming an easy target for the younger prince who groans out in a dramatic manner.

"Father, please stop this." he sighs, putting the sword away before wiping his sweat. "Me laying down and doing nothing won't do much except kill me faster by boredom." he tells his father, who scoffs.

"I don't like the way you talk about this." the old man argues, making his son only roll his eyes.

"And I don't like you treating me as if I'm incapable of knowing my body and limits." he says. "I will rest if I need to." he finishes, turning his back to the king who can only click his tongue, before leaving his son alone.

"Your father is right." Namjoon says. "You know, at least until we figured out how to get the wish, you should take it easy-"

"That's all I'm doing!" Jungkook says, throwing up his arms in defeat. "I've been doing nothing but take it easy." he mumbles more or less to himself, shaking his head. "I'm tired of it." he tells his friend, before he walks out the training grounds, and back into the castle. On his way, he walls past the guarded stairway leading down into the basement cells- and curiosity grips him by the hand at the sight of it.

There's no guards around right now. Typically, the doorway that leads into the basement dungeons stays heavily guarded, not ever giving him proper opportunity to step down there and see what's kept hidden inside for himself. His father constantly lectures him about it, tells him that he will have to deal with prisoners soon enough once he's crowned, but Jungkook doesn't want to wait. He doesn't want to be slapped harshly by the responsibilities from one day to the other- he wants to know while he's still got the time to familiarize himself with everything slowly.

So he walks down carefully, aware that nowadays, his balance is sometimes thrown off randomly- one of many health effects the curse has on him.

No one knows exactly what had happened in the past of his family to curse him as the only son of his father and therefore heir of the throne to be cursed this badly. It's a dragon's curse, powerful and without any empathy for it's victim. It's slowly killing him, black marks and swirling lines underneath his skin pulsing in anger about something he doesn't know. He won't ever lie- he doesn't trust his father whenever the man says that dragons have just cursed him out of pure spite and boredom for inheriting the land they once owned. Jungkook doesn't know dragons too well, but he's read about them. He knows the tales. He doesn't think that creatures as old as them would just become petty centuries after the war had been ended peacefully.

But at this stage, with the illness progressing like it does, it won't be enough time for him to ever find out the truth it seems.

There's not many prisoners down here- most are in the corners of their cells, keeping to themselves without sparing the prince any interest. What grips his own however, is the heavy metal cage at the end of the hall, iron bars decorated with runes he knows are witchcraft used to hold powerful beings- with a lump of clothes inside, along with hay and nothing else.

He walks closer, placing his burning torch into the holder at the wall, before he stands in front of the cold metal bars. It's when you begin to move, slowly turning to look at him, that he realizes who you are.

What you are.

"..you are the dragon?" he wonders mostly to himself, barely raising his voice anything above a whisper. He'd certainly expected anything but this; a young, almost fragile looking thing, with eyes so tired and longing. His father had told him a few weeks ago that he'd acquired a dragon in hopes to have it cure him- but other than that, Jungkook had never been told what that would entail for you, what it would take to make you help him. He squats down in front of the bars to instinctively appear smaller and less threatening- his mind unable to quite believe that you're supposedly one of the rare beasts roaming the skies and filling the kid's nightmares with horror.

That you're the same kind that had cursed him for simply existing.

You don't answer him- though you do sit up to face him, curiosity caught at the sight of him. He definitely looks nicer than you'd thought, and yet, the clear marks on his neck and hand speak clearly to you about his fate. It's not a dragon's curse at all, but who would ever believe you? You'd told the king time and time again that your death would do nothing- but there was no talking him out of his ambitions, you've come to realize.

There was no use in fighting.

Jungkook however is now just confused. You're clearly suffering, in bad physical state, and all you had to do is grant a wish. His father had told him about this- that a dragon could grant a wish to anyone once in their lifetime, which was one reason they were hunted years back. People didn't know that the wish couldn't be forced out of someone- it had to be granted in pure willingness. So why was his father putting you in a cage down here, like a prisoner of war, when this very much wouldn't help his need for a wish at all?

"Why won't you grant the wish? You'll be free afterwards." The prince urges, but you shake your head.

"I can't." you say, almost inaudible. "If I could, I would've done it already." you croak out, voice a bit raspy from lack of use- and recent fight with a guard that had been sent to 'make you understand the urgency of the matter', as the king had told.

"what do you mean?" Jungkook asks, before you're both interrupted by your stomach. "did they not feed you yet? My father said they provided you with food..-" he talks more or less to himself, before a guard steps in.

"Your- highness! The king is looking for you." the Guard says.

"Has she not been fed today?" he wants to know instead, standing up to his full height while the guard seems surprised at the question.

"only every second day. We've been told to make her more easy to handle on days where she doesn't receive her ration, your highness." the older man admits, and Jungkook looks back at you, with a look you can only describe as guilty.

Though you're unsure why.

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You're not sure why he, as a prince of royal heritage, chooses to eat his dinner with you instead, on dirty concrete of all things.

It's stuffy in here, dark and cold, and yet he seems to be fine with it, constantly urging you to eat what he'd brought you. Was this a new plan created to garner your wish? You're unsure of it, last experiences having made you suspicious of any kind gestures given towards you. There's always an ulterior motive, a goal, no smile without calculation.

At least not inside these walls.

"I can't grant your wish." You say because of that, putting the bread down onto the floor- something Jungkook stares at, for a moment, before he looks back at your face thats turned downwards in a submissive manner. He doesn't know why you're not at all the proud being he's read about in books and teachings.

"Why not? Did you already grant one?" He wonders, but you shake your head.

"What did they tell you about the wish, prince?" You ask him, and he cringes a bit at the title, before he adjusts his pose, leaning back a bit on his hands.

His sleeves are rolled up, showing the extend of the damage his curse has been taking the past few weeks. No one knows if anything he does makes it worse or eases it. It's simply moody it seems, sometimes not spreading for days before it takes over him in waves, making him curl into himself in pain. There's nothing that helps the symptoms, every day a gamble, but Jungkook had been living with this ever since he was born. So to him, it was almost normal.

"That you can only grant a wish once, and that you have to do it willingly." He explains. "You cannot wish for the dead to be revived or to gain eternal life. Thats.. what's been written in the books." The prince says. You sigh.

"The wish isn't a thing." You reveal, making his blood run cold. "It never was. It's a legend, but it doesn't exist." You say, shivering a bit from the cold floor underneath you, small gravel digging into your naked thighs. The dress you wear isn't exactly made for a long stay at an underground prison.

"What- but.." He furrows his brows. "That would mean all of the wars, they've been-"

"For nothing." You say, eyes focused on his. "Without any reason." You tell him. "And your curse? My kind does not possess magic. We cannot curse or heal. Our blood doesn't cure disease, and our horns do not make the blind see again." Your voice wavers, becomes frantic in your emotions bubbling over as your eyes fill with tears. "Our scales don't offer eternal youth. Our liver doesn't make a man stronger than an army. Our eggs only contain our children, never the wealth you all believe it does." You tell him, drops of silver running from your eyes. "You've been killing my kind for centuries, making up stories to justify your murder just to feel better about yourself." You get up, standing in front of the wide eyed prince, his skin pale as he watches you. "Your curse has been given by the blood your father spilled for nothing more than the need for power. And I'm deeply sorry that an innocent man such as you who's never fought a war once in his life has to suffer the consequences." Jungkook gets up as well now, slower, but still with a look of pure shock on his face as he watches you talk. "But if mother earth has decided that you're the price to pay, then there's nothing anyone can do about it." You finish, before walking to the very corner, in the darkest place of your cell, leaving the young prince by himself to stare at nothing in particular.

He doesn't want to believe it.

But why would you lie?

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"And this is all you could find?" Jungkook wonders, looking at his friend and partner in crime, who looks around anxously before he answers.

"I didn't have much more time, but yes. This was all he had laying around that I thought would be of interest for you." Taehyung tells him, before he looks a bit more gentle. "Jungkook.. no matter what's in these pages, I want you to know-" He urges, putting his hands on the shoulders of his friend. "-you'll always stay the Jungkook I know today." The young man promises. "I consider you my brother, even if we're not from the same womb."

"I know." Jungkook nods. "And I look at you the same, friend." He offers, before he looks around. "Now go, before they behead you for your actions. We'll meet again, I promise." He says, well aware that if Taeyhung was to ever be found again, it could end in his execution for the act of stealing property of the king. Even if it was on Jungkook's word, it still was a crime he's committed. So the least the prince could do is to give him a fresh start far away from the kingdom- wherever the horse pulling the carriage might take the young worker's son.

Back in his own chambers, he reads with the help of a candle, entire world-view turned upside down as he reads about all of the things his father had done to try and lift the curse the man is well aware of from his son. He never speaks of murder like you'd said- but it's still evident from his writing that he's been using parts of dragons and even sirens to order witches for spells and rituals that might help his prince to gain back his health.

All for nothing, as he now knows.

But there's something else that stands out to him- letters written in ink and careful writing, but in a language he himself doesn't know. It's clear that his father must've had a connection to someone of non-human descent- every letter feeling warm to the touch, as if given to him with magic instead of conventional doves used by his kingdom.

Jungkook doesn't know what exactly he hopes for- but he can't think of anything else.

"I need your help." He says, quietly, making you turn around in the dim orange glow of his lantern. You can see that the curse has been spreading again, reaching the very tip of his earlobe on one side, silver jewelry hanging from his ear standing in great contrast to the deep black marks. He doesn't have much time left before the curse will take his senses, leaving him with no option but to hide in the castle and live with assistance.

You pity him. He's just a victim in this play, after all.

"What do you need me for?" You ask, unsure, when he holds three folded letters between the bars towards you.

"I was wondering if you might be able to read this- or at least tell me what language has been used." The prince asks, more calm now- but you can feel a fire burning inside his chest, an anger that feels more like betrayal than pure aggression over his situation, and you can only assume that he's learned of the past actions of his father and king. So you nod, standing up a little weak today, something Jungkook notices quite quickly- but for now, he can't do much to help.

You open the letter, gaze running over the words- one writing better than the other you notice, proving to you that while one was simply reciting what they've learned, using their memory of recently imprinted words and writings, the other person was native, well aware and confident in writing. The only thing interesting to you being however, that you can read it. "It's dragon's tongue." You softly say to the son of the king still standing close, holding his source of light close enough for you to comfortably read. "Prince Ju-"

"Just Jungkook. I'm in no way entitled to formality considering what my family has done to your kind." Jungkook offers weakly, and you nod.

"..Jungkook then." You nod, before looking at the letter again. "These are.. love letters."

"What?" He asks, confused. "Why would my father keep love letters of dragonkin?"

"Because he's the one who's sent one of them." You reveal to the prince, who's eyes widen. "It's.. I don't know why this one was kept- it seems like it has never been sent. But the name she writes to is your father's." You explain.

"Is- what.. what does it say?" He asks, voice quiet and unsure. "I- I don't need every word, just.."

"I.. Am unsure how to properly explain this. But this line right here?" You say, moving your finger over a line of text written delicately. "It reads as 'Please do raise mine as your own, as I cannot keep him in a place war has torn.'." You tell him. "Jungkook.. she's talking about you."

"She can't be." He says, shaking his head, before starting to pace around, dark marks of his curse pulsating angrily. "It doesn't say my name now, does it? It's not me."

"It does." You say. "In the letter.. that's not been sent." You offer, not looking at the prince in distress.

Jungkook shakes his head however, biting his lip bloody, before he runs an angry hand through his hair, taking the letters from you and being unaware of the paper cutting your hand a little as he leaves in pure confusion.

His entire life until now has been nothing but a lie.

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"You didn't just lie to me, but your whole Kingdom." Jungkook accuses, slapping books in front of his father onto his desk, ink from the man's pen splattering over the documents as the tip of the feather is bent and broken- equally as violent as the trust of his son. "You know exactly why this has been happening to me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The man he once knew as his father says, eyes hard as he stares at his son. "Do not talk with a tongue like this."

"The tongue of a dragon?" He grits out, laughing without any humor as he breathes heavily. The king's eyes widen, body loosing any tension as he realizes what his son had placed onto the desk.

It's diaries. Notebooks. All of himself. Letters, kept in between the pages, sent between him and the women he used to love.

"It's-" He starts, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"I do not have to listen to a man who does not share the same blood as me." Jungkook barks. "Who's my father? Did you murder him too for his parts, or just for pure sport?" He demands to know, and in the second the prince slams his hands onto the desk of the king, he's back again twenty-five years.

The king remembers Jungkook's father- he'd had the exact same fire in his eyes when he'd confronted him about the fate of his son. As a half blood, with partial identity of the dragons but also the kingdom of men, the king had used this to his own advantage, spite over the relationship his secret lover had held with the man in front of him fueling dark thoughts and desires. Jungkook's father had been protective as a father should always be- not ever letting his son be harmed, not even when just still growing in the safety of the womb. So he had to.

"I had to." The king offers. "He would not understand the situation, and tried to keep you away from me." He tries to explain.

"As he should have." Jungkook barks back. "He was my father- what right did you think you had to take me from him? From my mother as well?!"

"Your mother and I weren't supposed to ever become what we did." The king tries to justify. "She couldn't leave your father, but neither did she want to stay."

"So you decided to kill the only person between you and her- how noble of you." The prince- or former prince- chuckles darkly. "So I was just a biproduct? Simple collateral damage?"

"No. You have the blood of men running in your veins. You're not a dragonkin." The king tells him. "I have raised you-"

"Even though you had. No. Right." Jungkook grits out.

"There is no going back for you now." The man in front of him says calmly. "There is nowhere for you to go but here."

"You do not have the power over me a father might have." The former prince says, calmly backing away from the table, before he rips the gold ornament of his family's crest from around his neck- throwing it onto the table with a cold stare. "In fact, you never did. You just made me believe that. And I will not play by your rules any longer." He says. "Nothing binds me to you, or this kingdom."

"So where will you go?" The king demands to know.

"Somewhere this curse can take me away from this earth in piece and quiet." Jungkook says quietly. "Someplace I can die with the knowledge that I'm not living in a sick dream created by a man blinded by lust."

"I assume you will take the dragonkin as well." His former father figure says. "She sure has twisted your mind. Almost amusing of you to say I was blinded by lust when you're doing just the same."

"I am not." Jungkook says, walking towards the door. "I am not taking her with me."

"So you'll just set her free? She has nowhere to go either." The man behind the desk barks. "Her land is nothing but ashes."

Opening the door, Jungkook doesn't turn around as he speaks. "She still deserves freedom." he says, quietly. "She deserves to live."

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Someone gently shakes your shoulder, carefully waking you from your nap on the cold floor in the cell. One look up, and you see the prince again- his face tired, but holding a comforting smile. "Here." He offers, helping you sit up. "It's cold outside. I think this will fit you." He explains.

You take the coat and tilt your head in confusion. "What for?"

"You'll have to travel with me for a bit, just until we're out the border. But after that, you're free to go wherever." He tells you.

"I'm-… just like that?" You wonder, and he nods. "What about you?"

"I don't know yet." He shrugs. "But I can't stay here anymore. Not after.. I just can't stay near him any longer." He sighs, standing up. "Come. I've packed everything already, the only thing missing is you." He charmingly states, holding the cell door open.

You walk out, shackles being undone by a prison guard, before you're free to walk outside, sun blinding you for a good moment before Jungkook helps you onto the carriage where a large horse already in front of it, ready to pull. "Is it winter?" You wonder, as Jungkook climbs up on the other side of the front, nodding towards a guard close by you assume is his friend- before he pulls the reigns, steering the horse towards the main gate of the castle grounds.

"Not quite. But soon." He tells you, calm quietness falling over the both of you, your eyes taking in all the pretty forest and scenery you've not been able to look at for months now. You can't imagine the emotions running through the former prince now- his entire identity a complete lie. Nothing he ever thought he knew was true, his trust in the kingdom entirely broken down to nothing but dust.

"Are you doing this to redeem yourself?" You wonder out loud, not shy or worried he might change his mind and throw you back into the undergrounds of the castle. He's chosen to let you out- and you know the wilds better than he does. You'll survive on your own. Not easily, but you'll manage.

"No." He shakes his head. "There's nothing I could ever do that would make the crimes on your kind disappear, or able to be forgiven." The former prince sighs, puffs of air escaping his lips since his breath is warmer than the cold air outside. "I can comfort myself in hiding behind not knowing what really happened up until now. That's all I have."

"It's enough." You shrug. "You're not the man that led the war. You're-.. a victim just as much as I am, down the line." You tell him, pulling your legs up to snuggle into the way too big coat he got you. It's warm fabric, pelt keeping your body heat safe from the worsening winds picking up the further you go out the forests surrounding the kingdom.

"I guess." He mumbles. "I'm still just a bastard though, with nowhere to go." He more or less says to himself, while you watch him.

Again, you can't imagine what he must go through. At least you can say that you've experienced proper upbringing, a childhood, parents and the feelings of family and belonging. But for him, everything he'd thought was real turned out to be nothing but lies, and it hurts you to imagine that. He's never done wrong from what you can tell. Just like you said; he's a victim, not a criminal. His hands aren't drenched in blood.

If anything, he's the only one who's shown you empathy, who's tried to right the wrongs done by people around him even though he doesn't have to. And with that, you watch him a little more closely as you reach the kingdom's borders.

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"Are you warm enough?" He asks you in the back of the cart, making you move around and peek through the coverings of the cart that shield the insides from the cold nighttime air- and you nod. "Good."

"Will you rest soon as well?" You wonder, and he just shrugs, not offering a verbal reply while keeping his gaze on the road ahead. There's nothing in front of you it seems, faint lights of small towns nearby illuminating the far away places you pass by- but other than that, you're alone. "You can't keep going forever. I will feel useless."

"Don't worry, I won't think of you that way." He laughs, glad your attitude has slowly softened and relaxed around him. You're warming up to him, and he can't say he doesn't like it- after all, a companion is what he'd need most in his situation. But he won't ask you to stay, the question itself feeling almost criminal in his mind already, speaking it out loud would surely not be wise.

You huff in playful annoyance, disappearing inside the carriage before you reappear wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting next to him. "Why are you out now as well?" He chuckles, amused by your antics.

"To offer company. Do you not want it?" You ask, looking up at him with your slightly reflective eyes. You spot the same slight shine in his own eyes, reminding you that you're both not the same, but similar at the same time. He might not be a full-blooded dragon, but there's still a heart of one beating in his chest. You blame that exact fact for making you feel so attached to him already- feeling as if you don't want to leave him any longer. He's comfortable, he's nice, and caring, and gentle, and everything one might look for in a mate.

"Oh, I enjoy your company very much, don't you worry." He laughs again, though he yawns. "It might help keep me awake."

"Please rest." You ask of him, and he stutters a bit in his motion, before sighing in defeat.

"Just because I do not want to cause an accident and hurt you." He shakes his head, steering the horse into a space he deems hidden enough to set up camp for the night.

He probably isn't aware of the impact of his words.

You watch as he binds the horse to a nearby tree, his hand almost completely consumed by the black curse at this point as he pets the gentle creature for a goodnight. He climbs back into the carriage where you wait for him, already hiding underneath the blankets he'd brought along for both you and him alike, his gaze only resting on you for a second, not longer. "I can sleep outside as well. I understand if you don't trust me."

"I would've pushed you off the cart already if I wanted to." You answer him, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Considering my condition, you very much could've." He says, burying himself under the blankets as well next to you.

You look at the back of his head in front of you. "You'll be cured." You whisper out, and he shrugs again.

"Even if I won't, it's alright." He says. "I understand that it's not a curse, but simply.. I don't know."

"You don't deserve it, and I won't accept you saying that you do." You stubbornly reply. "We'll find a solution."

"It's alright." He just says, before he feels your finger drawing shapes on his back. "What are you doing?" He wonders, but you don't answer for a moment, before finishing what you're apparently writing.

"I've written my promise onto you." You quietly tell him.

"Promise?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"My promise to stay with you till the end." You say, turning around so your back faces his. "No matter how soon that might be."

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“Here, take this” + penguin!Yoongi with mouse!reader + fluff (gentoo penguins propose to their lifemates with a pebble 😭😭)

Yoongi has never been so stressed before.

This is the third store he's visited, stayed for hours to look through their stone collections, and he still couldn't find it. Every stone and pebble he inspected was either too small, too big, too rough, too smooth, too glossy, too dull- he really was about to loose it.

Tomorrow is the last day of your shared trip to the seaside- he has to find it until then. He can't go home without it, he needs to give it to you because if not what kind of partner is he?

And then he spots it, sitting on a small pillow, almost as if calling out to him. He's glued to the window, hand on it as his eyes stare it down.

That's the one.

He rushes inside, social anxiety clawing at his nerves, but he can't be shy now. He has to overcome his boundaries, has to ask for this specific stone right there because if it's not this one, then there's no hope. "I uh- the, in front of the window.." he stutters, and the saleswoman smiles politely, having spotted his signature little waddle in hus step already.

"Ah, you mean this one?" she says, walking him over to the stone she picks up carefully, and he already feels protective of it for some odd reason.

Stupid hybrid habits.

"Would you like to hold it?" she asks, and he nods, opening both of his palms when the woman drops it in them.

His eyes widen. It's the perfect weight- not too much, not too light. The surface is only slightly textured, not too smooth, vault also not rough to the touch. There's no cracks, no scratches- tiny spots inside the gem reflecting the light playfully, forcing his attention, luring him in. The shape is perfect too; slightly oval shaped, not perfectly round.

It's perfect.

"It's a comfort stone specifically made for Birds such as penguins." she says. "you might think it's made from rose quartz, but it's actually rhodochrosite. It becomes warm from touch and stores it well, therefore it's a perfect comfort stone with a more unique color compared to our others." she explains, and Yoongi nods.

"I take it." he says, and the lady smiles, preparing a box for the stone.

Later that day, you're both sitting on the balcony of your hotel room. "here, take this." he says, before he gives you two boxes. "th-this one first, please." he tells you, visibly nervous.

You wonder what it is, when you pull out a new, soft looking stone pouch; an item sold for Otter hybrids you've been eyeing lately online. "Oh yoongi, that's so pretty!" you squeal in your typical fashion, instantly pulling it over your head as you smile happily. "now let's see what- oh, it's heavy!" you notice, eyes wide open with excitement as you open the box.

There's a black velvet bag inside, the size of your palm- and when you take the item out, you can't help but stare in awe for a moment.

The stone is beautiful, a rosy pink color with white marbling and swirls, shape perfectly imperfect, warmth of your palm seeping into the stone at a mere touch. "Yoongi.." you whisper, and he squirms a bit in his seat.

"I.. It's, you know, your favourite color, and the other pebbles I looked for were so tiny and cheap and-" you suddenly squeak, making him grin because you're only this open with the noises you make with him. You're only this cuddly with him. You're only this excited and raw and pretty when you're with him.

It makes him feel proud.

"I'm gonna keep this forever, Yoongi, thus must've been so expensive-" you rant, but he just leans in to kiss you, weight finally off his shoulders as he realizes he really did find the perfect stone for you.

"nonsense." he says, opening his arms to invite you into his lap- an invitation you gladly take. "Nothing but the best for you." he mumbles into your neck, while you both hold each other, the new stone warmed by your love.

The sun setting, dipping you in a golden glow.

OT7: Sunset Songs [Masterlist]

In which a hybrid is nothing but a status symbol, a pet, a sign of wealth and power- or are you maybe more than that?

Tags/Warnings: another hybrid fic shut up, Idol!OT7, Puppy hybrid!Reader, stigmatization and shitty views on hybrids, romance, angst

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