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What's Wrong With Secretary Park?!

Synopsis• If balancing work and a stubborn ex-husband isn't hard enough, Let's add the boss’s seven sons falling head over heels for her to mix.

Category's• Romcon, Comedy, Office Au.

Duos• BTS x Reader

A spin-off of the original series ‘ What's Wrong With Secretary Kim’ Bangtan Edition! Starring the Handsome, Seo-Joon Park as the Ex husband.

EP. One Two

“ Tae, You tripped me! You’re so dead when I get my hands on you!” Jimin roared. 

Taehyung bolted through the double doors giggling as he shoves them close. “ Yn! Yn!, Help me.” He cried, diving down into the cubby forth up my legs. 

He held his index to his lips. “Shh, Jimin’s scary when he’s angry.”

“Then why would you trip him?” 

“ I wanted to be the first to say Hi to you,” He cheesed. “ Hello, Yn.”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “ Hello, Taehyung.”

Jimin burst the door, ready and willing to commit homicide, but his harsh glare softened when he stood at my desk. 

“Hello, Jimmie.” I cood. “How are you?” 

“ Hi Yn,” His hello was short as he scouted for his brother. “ How are you? Still lovely as ever.”

I giggled tightly. “ You’re such a flirt, Jimmie.- What are you looking for?” I stood up and waltzed over to his side. “ I can help.” 

Jimin lifted a heavy planted pot and set it aside; I feel most people underestimate Jimin because he’s the shortest brother, but His strength is nothing to scoff at. 

“How strong. Handsome, Smart, and strong. You're the whole package, Jimmie.” 

Jimin smirked and tried to focus on his mission, but his bright rosy cheeks gave it away. “ Thank you.”

“ And  You changed your hair color again; you look dashing as a blond- I mean, you look great in any color, but blonde Jimin is a true heartstopper. “ 

Jimin sheepishly tilted his head slightly forward as if he wanted-

“You could feel it if you like.” 

Is it possible to be a bashful flirt and adorable at the same time?

How could I refuse such a generous offer? “ So soft and fluffy.” I didn't realize how childish I sound until Jimin chuckled and mumbled ‘cute.’ 

Combining my fingers through his honey-blond locks, I  lightly scratched at his scalp, earning a small hum for his lips-

“What is this?!”

Jimin and I stared at Taehyung's sudden appearance; he stood in disbelief and disgust. “ I'm hiding for my life, and he gets the head pats!? He's not a good boy; I'm a good boy!”

“A good boy wouldn't trip me up while walking downstairs! Yn only gives actual good boys head pats like me! Her favorite!” Jimin purred, tugging my body into his arms. “Hmph.”

I'm getting an uneasy feeling about this conversation. Maybe I should butt in “Now Now, Boys, Your father-”  

Taehyung stiffed his jaw, and the base in his voice dropped several octaves.. “ You’re not her favorite! She needs a man, not a duckling. That's lost its mama.” 

Oh dear, Thank you goodness, Jimin released me, and I managed to get out the way. Being sandwiched between those two during a heated argument isn't the best place to be; trust me. 

The safest place is the sidelines-

“Noona? May I have some candy?”

“Huh? Sure hun, look in my top drawer.”

“Thank you.”

Wait a minute! “ No, No,” I wedged in-between my desk and Jungkook. “ Your father warned me about giving you sugar—no treats for you.” Jungkook doesn't give in easily; he played this dirtiest card against my weak heart. Oh no, not the puppy dog eyes. No! You must stand your ground! 

“ But Noona, ” He whines.

In hindsight, He could easily reach over me, but I appreciate him asking permission first.

“Alright, Alright, but One-piece, that's it, ” He leaned over, snatching up the sweet piece of candy from my fingers. 

“Yum!” Jungkook often squares his brows when something is tasty. “ What are the hyungs arguing about?” 

“Who’s a better good boy?”  

“They're both fools-I’m the good boy. Duh!”

In the drop of a hat, Jimin and Taehyung barked at Jungkook, who once was an innocent bystander turned into a new target. 

The three babies started utter chaos, yelling at each other until the veins in their necks popped, but it's never something to be alert about because in less than a second their hugging each other and laughing.

Shoot! I should tell Mr. Jeon the babies are here. “Mr.-Jeon…? What’s all this then?” Balloons? Streamers? Jin and the others froze midway between hanging more decorations and standing on a chair. Mr. Jeon stood taping a banner reading ‘Happy Anniversary” on it.

“ Ms.Park!?What-What are you doing here?!” Mr. Jeon tittered. What's with him? I can see the sweat forming off his forehead. “ I-I thought the boys were watching you.”

“ Surprise!!!.. Oh....” The babies faded into silence.

“ Oppa said to watch her!” Jin scolded. 

“ All this is for me? “ 

Namjoon stepped up. “ Yea, We're sorry it doesn't look the best-” 

“Are you nuts!? I love it!!!” Who cares if it's not finished? The fact they put in time and effort for me means the world to me! Especially when it's been a challenging year emotionally and physically with all this toxic husband drama. I felt like I was a stone, not knowing if I was doing anything right because of this new independent lifestyle, but I know I make the best decision coming here.

“ Noona, Don't cry-” Jimin gently wiped my tears away while fighting back his own. The babies are sympathetic criers, but Jimin is something else entirely. 

As soon as they heard my weeping, the men swarmed me with comfort and happiness. 

“Noona, Come on, The cake is melting!” Jungkook took my hands, dragging me to the strawberry cake he’s been refraining from sticking a finger in the pink frosting. 

I love this job.

To be continued... 

Mrs. Jeon Vol.5

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's• RomCom, Comedy, Oh no, Jungkook, you're yandere is showing! Colorful words and smooching!

Duos• Yandere Jungkook! X Chubby! Reader

Author notes; I'm losing faith in this story. It's boring. Sorry for it being short.

Vol.6

“ I want to be yours forever, Kookie.”

You muttered into the crook of my neck, although we were alone. You in my arms, so delicate and fragile I thought you might break if I held on to you too tight...That-That twilight, I told you my happiness, vulnerability, and dreads, and you did the same. You feared thunderstorms due to a tragedy out of your control; you hate yourself for not possessing dreams to achieve….You still believe in fairytales despite your childhood being long gone.

You said these things yourself-of your own free will, so WHY are you pretending as if those deep conversations never happened. Like we never met like we never kissed like we never….loved. How could you treat your husband this way! The man who would put the barrel of a gun to his temple and pull the trigger without hesitation all for you, I would do anything for you just to look at me with the same love drowned expression from our wedding night. Please- For the first time, You might be the first woman who didn't give a damn about my title; hell, you haven't even heard of my name.

Or is this some type of sick game to you? Hopping from man to man like the pretty slut you are-Ha if that's the case, I'm competitive, babe, and I don't lose.

v^√√v^──√v^√v^──√v^√√v^──˗ˋˏ°♡ ❤ ♡°ˎˊ˗v ^√√v^──√v^√v^──√v^√√v^──

Narrative's Pov

You didn't sleep a wink-well; you wouldn't allow yourself rather. Sleeping in a foreign environment isn't as content as it's crack out to be; being marooned on the island of Korea's prettiest flowers intensifies your stress level; you fear if any atoms were to give way, the whole house would wake up. Still, this foolish notion faded after stubbing your pinky toe followed by an ugly cry.

Still, Insomnia kept your eyelids peeled even after you abusing Jungkook's shower and covered your skin in the finest silk robe Jungkook's money could buy. Few hours in, you were bored and, quite frankly, a little bit hungry. Creakkk. Nothing to your left and nothing stood on your right-!

You sucked in your breath and held it tight. Jimin stood weakly but alert? His eyes were closed, and his head falls back at a tilt with his plump lips slightly agape. He snored.

" He's sleepwalking" You made sure to your voice low. It's dangerous to wake a sleepwalker, your uncertain why but not curious enough to find out first hand. You simply took his hand and leading back to bed. It's wasn't until you sat him down his head fell forward into your bosom.

"Mmm." He humbled in delight, mistaking your pillows for his own. Before things got out of hand. You laid Jimin down and watched him curl up to an actual pillow making it another one of his victims.

Your starting to see where Jungkook gets his oddness from.

GROWLL

Ah yes, Your solo kitchen expedition, but it looks like one beat you to the punch. Buddha Chips, Kimbaps, bottles of green teas, and assorted Korean sweets abandon on the sofa with the backdoor opened...

"Mmm!" A huge hand wrapped your mouth. Jungkook's face came into the corner of your eye.

“Please don't scream if you do; you'll wake up my hyungs, and they get crabby when their beauty sleep is disturbed, especially Jin-Hyung. So, I'm going to let go you go now, okay?"

Jungkook didn't release his grip until you obliged.

" Thank you...." Jungkook circled around you to the island inside the kitchen. " You look amazing, by the way. "

It is hard to endure his flatter without being affected, but a pink tint on your cheek gave you away.

" It's the only thing I had to wear.. besides your clothes." You muttered the last bit.

" You could have worn my mines. I wouldn't have mine, plus I did be a treat seeing you in my oversized clothes."

Who has the energy to be this cheeky at this time of night?!

You ignored him and went about your mission to get some food and off to bed! not acknowledge his likes!

But you know what you did? You fed into his crazed nonsense and ended up sitting on the backyard bench underneath the starry night with eating cup ramen. Frighteningly, the soft melting sense in your heart felt intimate in your memories. You sit on your knees and listening to Jungkook speak passionately about his career and apologizing for not telling you but not apologizing for kidnapping you?. Eventually, the subject to you and well.

“Why did you kidnap me?" Finally, the question we've all been asking-

"I felt like it." What?! Jungkook's reaction to the million-dollar question was nonchalant; he easily brushed it off, having more trouble slipping up the leftover sauce and ramen bits at the bottom of his cup.

You knew he was bullshiting you coming from his bitter tone, but not an idea went through your mind how to get him to-

Smack!

"Did you just hit me?!" Jungkook groaned at his stinging back.

" You don't just drag someone across seas just because you feel like it!"

Jungkook got in your face just as you did him. " Yes, you do! The way you feel like hopping up and abandoning me that night."

You stared at the tip of his nose against yours. " I-Jungkook.-"

"What" He spat. "Got nothing to say, huh?"

"It was a mistake, The marriage; we shouldn't have let it get that far."

His eyes darken, and sanity leaked out with every passing heartless drivel; jungkook cheeks redden for anger and frustration, his jaw clenched, veins throb.

" Here."

You flinched, baffled by the kimbap he offered for you to take.

“You haven't eaten since you got here. I'm going to bed. I got practice tomorrow.”

Jungkook meticulously pecked your lips goodnight leaving you dumbstruck. You watched his muscular back disappear into the beach house or fancy prison cell.

Mrs. Jeon Vol.6

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's• RomCom, Comedy, Manhandling, Noncon Touching, Nsfw Scene ( Jungkook gets a boner), verbal abuse, and a scary possessive Jungkook.

Duos• Yandere Jungkook! X Chubby! Reader

Fun Fact, This chapter has pictures!!!!!!!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

"I felt like it!"

Now on top of insomnia, Jungkook's begrudging tone caused your nerves to boil over. Most men have a deep animosity towards marriage, the very word may lead people to dry heave, but just your luck, Kook isn't most men. Upset and a bit drowsy, you perched on the futon(Sofa) in the living room and blankly stared at the wallpaper rerunning Jungkook's & Your squabble. How Jungkook spat at his petty reasoning for bringing you here, You fighting the itch to slap him for displaying himself as the victim but you were no saint in all this.

'The wedding night' a recalled paradise by Kook's description. A true night to remember yet you couldn't remember a thing. Is this what makes you unsympathetic to Jungkook's anger and admiration for you-? The daybreak of dawn spilled through the windows painting the surfaces in a breathtaking orange. You stepped out to catch a quick breather.

Same clouds, the same sun, Nothing absolutely unusual but being under foreign skies hit differently, and for some odd reason or from the lack of sleep, you felt a small spark of energy. Cooking! Let's cook! You strode to the kitchen.

Yes, A big breakfast. Everyone loves a hot meal to start the day! Pancakes, Waffles, omelets, etc. Enough to feed not one but two full family reunions.

So you cooked into your heart's desires-

“Mmmph!” You jumped a little at this sudden sound of discomfort, creeping closer to the heavy snoring at see

“Kook?”

How did he-I watch him go into the beach house, and I’ve been downstairs since. Maybe there are two entrances....So this face is an idol huh?

You giggled and saw the perfect advantage point to

“Squish. Squish. Squishyyyy” You poked and pinched at his chubby cheeks. What? You're mad at Jungkook; his cheeks, on the other hand, had nothing to do with this.

“Woah! Food!” When the magic word is spoken, the other men followed in sync. Jimin’s hunger has been bugging him since his odd dream of being surrounded by the fluffiest marshmallows the world had to offer.

No questions are needed for Taehyung and Jimin, just a home-cooked blessing. You guessed they must not get home-cooked meals due to their busy schedules and how Jimin’s law unhinged to swallow a two pancake in whole.

“ Yum!”

“ Taste like heaven.”

They grinned with stuffed cheeks.

The hyung line harshly judged the two maknae, but the four men reached an agreement it's too early for scolding.

“I’m grateful you like it.” You squeaked. “ I apologize for going in your fridge without permission, but I had to find a way to thank you for sharing your home with a complete stranger.”

You're too sweet! The men clutched their chest feeling their heart squeezed to your raw kindness when it's your victim! A true angel in human form.

“ It isn't your fault,” Jin reassured. “ it's this bums fault!” He roared, slapping a rolled-up yoga mat.

“ I remember telling you to stay ten yards for this house while Yn is staying here.”

Jungkook simply grumbling out of his sleep, giving a heavy-lidded look at his hyung then to you. “Good Morning, Doll,” He groped at the hem of your gown to pull you closer.

Hoseok interrupted Jungkook switching places with you. “ Ah! Loverboy, it's time for breakfast; you better enjoy it now because today, as a second punishment, your practicing twice as hard.”

Jungkook groaned louder.

Besides the smacking of their lips, the kitchen was silent. Oddly enough, You found it rather satisfying staring at their chubby cheeks as they chewed.

Must not pinch cheeks. Must not pinch the cutest, chubbiest cheeks I’ve seen. Must resist the temptation!

Poor Jimin. Just a sitting duckling, unaware of Yn eyeing his squishable cheeks.

“ Your Korean is good.” Namjoon friendly beamed. “ Are you self-taught?”

Thankfully for Jimin, Namjoon drew your attention to himself.

“Oh, My grandfather was from Busan, South Korea, and since my grandparents raised me due to my parents passing away, Korean sought of was my second language.” You sheepishly scratched your cheek. “Although there are still some words that go over my head.”

Namjoon nodded.

“How did your grandparents meet?” Taehyung asked.

“My grandfather was a soldier during the time they first met; he was in America for a while, I can't remember why. At first sight, he fell in love with my grandmother, claiming she was the woman of his dream. Having no kin left in Korea, he decided to abandon the military and live in America with my grandmother, never returning here again. “

“Awwww!!” Hoseok shouted.

“Jungkook is from Busan,” Jimin observed. “ Your beauty must especially charm Busan men.”

There goes that look again...How does his guy have the energy to flirt this early in the morning.

" I wouldn't go that far. " You muttered, fanning at Jimin's flattery.

Taehyung smirked, looking next to you. " So what should we call that then."

Nearly caught redhanded, Kook shifted his eyes, taking an interest in the woodwork. He's been ogling at you for the past five minutes, half wishing he could scoop you up in his arms and pressed your soft doughy body against his athletic one and the other half glad you're getting along with your new brothers-in-law.

“Mr.Jeon, You haven't eaten anything.”

You see it as giving Jungkook the cold shoulder; Jungkook sees it as a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Either way, You're adorable in his eyes.

Jungkook joined in on the breakfast club. “ I just had to take a shower first-”

“ Why would you take a shower first?” Your eyes shot to the droplets dripping off his ends. “You’ll catch a cold going outside with your hair like that.”

“I will be fine. My immune system is strong,” Jungkook boasted shoving scrambled eggs in his mouth.

Jungkook flinched at the sudden warmth of a towel lowered on his head. You massaged Jungkook’s damp hair until you were satisfied; Jungkook’s doe eyes gazed at your face. If you looked close enough, you could see his pupils form into hearts.

“ Here.” You dropped the soaked towel on his lap.

The men observed you're motherly action, understanding why Jungkook is so hostile and protective of you. You cared about the little things-

“Um? Namjoon? It's five-fifteen; I thought you guys had practice at six.”

Namjoon eyes widen. “ Aish!”

The men began to run about the house like headless chickens, showering, yelling about where one’s mislay belongs..well, except for one, can you guess who?

Jungkook graced the delicate skin of your knuckle with pepper kisses, following up your forearm.

He wants attention. If you react, you're bounded to repeat the previous night. Just ignore him, and he will get the gist.

“Jungkook, Get up here!” Once again, Jin to the rescue. Jungkook clicks his tongue upset he couldn't find himself to disobey his Hyung.

…....

“Everyone ready to head out?” Namjoon asked but only got groans as a response.

It took a curious hobi to bring up the subject of their new guest. “ What about Yn? She might get scared being here alone..it’s a pretty big place.”

“It's too dangerous taking her with us,” Yoongi added.

“But it may be dangerous leaving her here,” Jiminie explained farther. “ Most the time, our managers will come here to check on us, and what if they arrived and thought Yn broke in.”

The boys nodded.

Taehyung snapped his fingers, possessing a brilliant idea. “ We will dress her up like a boy that way; everybody will guess she's one of our background dancers just headed with us to practice!”

Jin high five Taehyung for thinking on his feet.

Namjoon silently agreed to Taehyung’s plan even clapped. Have to give credit where credit is due.

.......

Everyone made a contribution to your 'disguise.' Jungkook brought the oversized shirt and sweatpants; Jimin has the tiniest feet, somewhat close to your size, so he provided the sandals and the topping on the cake, A black mask to hide your face (Yoongi), A bucket hat stolen from Jungkook (Taehyung).

The others added a few accessories. Jin made you a lunch encase you get hungry watching them; Hobi gives you his favorite sun toy encase you get nervous around other people, and as for Namjoon, he safely escorted you into their van.

And yes, They are well aware of them being an hour later, but better safe than sorry.

The boys spoke among themselves, leaving you be in this cramped van oddly enough, squeezed up against the window had its advantages-You admired the architecture of cities you passed and adored the rain thumping on the roof of the truck.

“ Ahhh..” You softly yawned. The boy's voices faded away as your eyes finally closed.

“Babe....Babe....Babe” Jungkook doe eyes pierced into yours. He's so close..too close. “We’re here.” He led out his large hand for you to take, and you did.

Perhaps it's the restlessness, or you just crazy, but Jungkook's eyes have changed since that night. His eyes were murky and frigid like he wanted to gobble you up, and just now, they warm and friendly like a puppy after its master comes back after leaving the room for a couple of seconds.

You did as Namjoon introduced, ‘Keep your head down and follow close behind us.’ It wasn't what you expected; You thought it to be like how it is in the movies, rude paparazzi hounding them down, but there were only two men who greeted them at the door.

They attempted to catch a glimpse of you, not before you were tugged behind Jin’s broad shoulders.

Once inside you marveled at the spacious room filled with award-winning album covers and pictures of the boys.

"Aww. How cute. BTS debut..2013” You giggled at their baby faces, especially Taehyung.

“If you think that's cute.” Jimin startled you by popping out the blue. “ Look at this one.” He led you to the far left of the wall. “Tada.”

Double Aww! Look at those eyes! Too bad he's insane now.

“ Jimin, We're starting.”

“ Coming, Hyung."

....

Sweaty, exhausted, and famished, On the ride to their luxury dwelling, the roles reversed; the boys were sound asleep, and you were the one awake. You don't recall the ride being this long, or maybe it's because your sandwich between a sweaty and sticky Jungkook and Taehyung.

I am no longer a human being for now until the end of time; I shall be known as a pillow because... this is the third time I'm being used as one!

Jungkook’s muscular arms laced your chubby waist and found satisfaction in using your chest as a headrest while Taehyung snaked his legs on your lap as well as managing to find space for his arms around your waist, but his head rested on your shoulder.

Quite literally a day ago, you were a kindergarten teacher drowning in adorable babies and fingerpainting, and look where your life is now- A slight poke at your thigh irritated you too high heaven what is that? Jungkook’s phone? Wallet?... You took it upon yourself to crane your neck to found out without waking the flowers, and boy, you wish you hadn't.

You swallowed your screams.

" Guys, Your home."

You were the first one out of the car and rushed to Jungkook's room without looking back. Is it possible to be surrounded by too many handsome men? Yes! Sweet mother of Korea, This position is taking a great toll on your heart.

I need to relax...A Bath! Yes! Let's take a nice hot bath-

Knock Knock

“Yn? Are you alright...Are you sick?”

Oh, It's Namjoon. He sounds like a worried father.

“ I'm fine, just um tired. I haven't been to sleep since I got here.”

There was a short pause for a while, but Namjoon simply replied.

“Oh, please rest well then and...lock your door just in case.”

I heard his heavy steps walk away from the door...Is he referring to Jungkook when he said to lock the door? Either way, I'm not taking his advice lightly. Ok, door locked, and hot water running.

Finally, A nice bath. I can feel all my problems melting away, but they surface when I realized that this reality... A trillionaire man, Jungkook, kidnaps me after I left him..and apparently, we're married, but I can't remember a thing past me agreeing to date him. Crazy isn't the word to describe the mess I'm in...But you know who would love this Lily...Lily!

Lily might be worried sick (Although she literally handled you over to Jungkook.) There are a couple of things I’ve been missing since I got here; My phone! My glasses!...My sanity! Maybe they fell in the grass outback. I need to call Lily.

One Bath Later

Carrying the hem of my gown, I tiptoed downstairs, avoiding the conversation in the kitchen.

"She should be hungry by now." Jin gazed at the staircase.

"She had a long night, and I heard her cooking way earlier this morning." Taehyung picked at his sticky white rice.

Jimin hummed in agreement. "That breakfast was to die for, though.”

Namjoon bit his bottom lip and frowned his brow. “I hope she's not sick. After we arrived from practice, she fleed to Jungkook's room and locked the door.”

“No kidding?” Hobi stood up to head towards the stairs, but Yoongi grabbed at his shirt. “ I just want to-

“Put yourself in her shoes-”

“We can't. Her feet are so tiny and cute.” Jimin added, making Taehyung snicker.

Yoongi glared at Jimin and back to Hobi. “ Anyway, Put yourself in her shoes; this is all new to her being surrounded by seven famous men because the baby decided to kidnap her due to the fact he's fallen in love with her.”

At least, They understand and care about me and don't see me as a homewrecker. Ok, ok glasses..glasses..glasses. It doesn't look like they're out here may be closer to the gate-

“What are you doing?”

I spun around on my heels just to see Jungkook standing behind me a few inches away. Oh great, I don't feel like dealing with his craziness right now. I'm going to simply tell him, looking for my glasses and phone.

“I’m-”

“You're trying to leave me again.” He said firmly. “ Why can't you be a good little wife for once?!”

I recoiled on the counts of two things him yelling suddenly and being called a little wife.

Jungkook thrust forward to clutch my wrist in his hand. “You're not leaving again! Ever!”

I can feel the bruises forming on my wrist. “Ouch! Let go!”

Our Little Wife

Genres• Romcom, Nsfw!, Blood (Jungkook cuts himself on accident), Body shaming, and Lingerie

Duos• Poly!Mafia!BTS X Chubby! Reader

Next ->

“ There you are, my little creampuff.”

This is Jungkook; He goes by many known aliases, Kookie, Bunny boy, Golden Maknae, International Playboy, but his favorite is your boyfriend. Yep, it's touching five years you sweethearts have been together, and Jungkook loves every moment of it.

“ Kookie, Please-not outside.” You begged him to crease the public display of affection. He kept a grip on the curve of your rump, ignoring your weak endeavor to keep him at bay and silent the assault of his pepper kisses on the crook of your neck. “ Y-You asked me to meet you here for a reason.”

That stopped him. “Right!” He frantically fiddled in his pockets. “ Shoot! Where did it go?” Wait, Wait, now he remembers, he didn’t want to put it in his pocket because of the hole, so he put it- “ Ah-ha!” Stretching the elastic in his joggers dug in the front of his pants.

“Kookie!” You blocked the front of him in case of prying eyes.

“Ugh, Here!” A velvet purple box? Why in his pants of all places?!

Oh lord, It's warm.

Jungkook held tight for your reaction.

“Kookie it’s not my birthday or anything-“

Feeling deeply insulted, Jungkook sneered. “ Creampuff, I don't need any holiday or special events to tell me when I should give you the love and support you deserve.” He snatched you into his arms. “ Now, Open it”

A diamond ring!? You always asked yourself how Kookie could afford such lavish trinkets and materials and when you asked, he would hush over the question with a kiss to your lips.

“Kookie, it's quite dazzling but-”

“But?”

You gazed in his doe eyes with a troubled look. “ I can't take this and keep a clear conscience.” You gently placed it back into his hands. “ You might thing get the idea I’m only with you for your money but I love you as you are, Kookie.”

He smirked, taking the ring out the box and dangle it above his head. “ This measly rock is worthless compared to you...See.” Jungkook attempted to crush the ‘rock’ in his fist, but when he uncurled his fist, the diamond was still intact, yet the skin on his palm not so much. “Stronger than I thought.”

“Your bleeding!” You rampaged through your purse, retrieving the small first aid kit you keep for..well, Jungkook. He often turns up with nicks and scratches on him somehow. “ I will wear the ring just no more trying to break diamonds.”

“You're a peach, Puff.”

“You want more tattoos?” The meat hissed as you tossed it into the full greased pan.

“Yea. I think I look more badass.” Jungkook ogled at your apron, squeezing the plush around your waist, growing envious of its frilly pink lace straps. “ Don't you agree?”

He pressed your back against his chest, admiring the sweet smell of your hair. Your hips molded perfectly for his large hands. So soft and squishy.

“At this rate, You’ll be more tattoo than man” You had a point; Jungkook's left and right arms were already engulfed in black ink. “But whatever your decision is, I'm always behind you.”

Dinner is served. The delicious spread whiff about your house while the food occupies Jungkook you took the opportunity to clean the kitchen.

“Creampuff!?”

“Yeah!?”

“Why aren't you wearing the lingerie I brought?” You could tell Jungkook’s cheeks were full. “You don't like it?”

Why would you wear lingerie just to cook dinner? “ I thought it was for special occasions-”

“Again, with this special occasion nonsense, Puff.” Jungkook sighed, “Can I please see you in it? Pleaseeee!” He begged; you can practically see his puppy dog eyes through the thin walls.

“Alright...Al-alright.” Where did you put that godforsaken thing? One day, Jungkook came home with yet again another present. I mean, don't get me wrong, your always grateful Jungkook keeps you in mind, but lingerie doesn't suit your fancy. It's discouraging when you don't look as good as the models.

Ah-ha! Found you! Now....how do you put this thing on?

Going on twelve minutes now, Jungkook sat in the dining room alone. Did you hurt yourself? Maybe he should go check-

Click Clack

Purple see-through lace has never looked so good. The loosened straps fall off your shoulders gracefully, the gown stopped mid-thigh, although he could see your panties, he can't see your bare breast...matter of fact, He can't really see you in detail. You were standing in the dark part of the staircase.

Jungkook squinted. “Creampuff, You need to step in closer...Come here.”

“it's cooler over here.” You lied. A lie Jungkook is too intelligent to fall for.

“ Your so silly, Puff. No, seriously, come here.” Jungkook pats his lap, inviting you to sit. “Or do you want me to chase-”

“No! You can see me perfectly fine from where you are- I'm going to go change.”

Something's off; Jungkook grabbed your waist before you even dreamed about heading upstairs. He pulled into the light to see a heartbreaking discovery; your eyes were red and puffy, and your face was flushed. You've been crying.

“My creampuff was wrong!?” Jungkook held your face in your hands as if you were glass. “Don’t cry. What's the matter?”

“I look ugly.” You sobbed, “I’m all fat. I could you love a whale-like me.”

Jungkook's eye twitched. “ You know how I feel about you using the F word.” Effortlessly, He picked you up to carry you to the dinner table and sat you on his lap. “Who said you were ugly?”

“ I did.”

“ You did?”

You shooked your head.

“Well, that's no good.” He kept his hand on your hip. “Because I think you're gorgeous. My extremely breathtaking Creampuff that I kiss. “ He pecked your cheek. “ And hug” He wrapped his arms around your chubby waist. “ And I will happily fucking rail on this table.” He growled in your ear.

“ Kookie!” You gasped.

He grinned before attacking you're exposed chest with kisses.

Knock Knock Knock Knock!

“Who could that be at this hour?”

“Ignore them.” He mumbled in your chest. “ If they were important, they would have a key-”

“We smelled Yn’s cooking for outside.” Jimin swaggered in, dropping his duffel bag on the floor. “ Hi, Sweetheart” He leaned over to planting a kiss on your lips.

“Mmm-mwah, Hello, Jiminie!”

Pissed off Jungkook snapped. “ Who's we?”

“Honey, I'm Home.” Taehyung smiled at Yn. “Honeybee!”

You jumped up. “ Baby Bear!”

Taehyung picked you up and spun you around. “I missed you!”

You pinched his cheeks and pecked his nose. “ How was work?”

“Same old same old, but it's a lovely surprise to see you all dressed up for me when I get home.” Taehyung's hand rested on your ass and gave it a quick squeeze.

You giggled but screeched after thrown into Jimin’s chest.

Jungkook bumped foreheads with Taehyung. “ Creampuff is dressed up for me until you and Jimin-hyung came in.”

“Sharing is caring, Young one.” Taehyung gave him an eat-shit grin.

Meanwhile, in the background.

You whispered to Jimin. “You're my favorite, Jiminie.”

Did I forget to mention the seven husbands you have!? Must have slip my head.

Stay tuned.

The Lost Korean Soldier Vol.1

Synopsis• A woman stumbles upon an unconscious man in a park and her life jumps from ordinary to extraordinary!

Genres• Romcom, Romance, NSFW, Jungkook is a pervert and a chubby chaser so watch out for that, Noncon touching, Violence, Jungkook is a little degrading.

Duos• Soldier! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

The purple writing is Korean

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Why do I always have to get the coffee? Why not Ji Sung?! The guy takes two steps, and He's there and back with time to spare! They send the chubbiest and slowest person to do a coffee run. Fine! You know what!? I'm gonna take my sweet dandy time.

They'll be lucky their coffee hasn't frozen over by the time I get back. As a matter of fact, it's a beautiful day to take a stroll in the park...

Mid-mornings on weekdays is genuinely something to be treasured. So often, people are at work, and the children are in school; there's gotta be somewhere in the shade to sit. Perfect! A hidden bench shaded by a tall red oak tree with a great view of the lake. Seems like an excellent spot for procrastinating.

"Ah." The bench is a bit dusty, and it's wooden; unlike the other one in the park, the grass is untamed, there's a possibility they don't expect people to come this far. But, I don't understand why not, beautiful flowers, the peaceful sound of the lake passing by, a soulless foot sticking out from behind the beautiful mystic red oak tree....soulless foot? Oh my god! A foot!

My heart was in my throat as I crept my way around the tree. The grass crunch underneath my heels, my eyes trailed up the foot to its calve.

Is he-he dead? God, my hands won’t stop shaking.

I clambered to the body, hovering the crook of my index inches from his nostrils. Everything finally stopped spinning. He's alive, Was he robbed blind, beaten, and left for dead? They even took his clothes.

"Hello, I need an ambulance! I found a man unconscious in the park...yes, I checked. He's breathing fine but he's badly beaten...Ok, I will stay put. Thank you." I wanted to turn him over to see if there's any visible damage on his chest or abdomen but I don’t think I should out of respect for his modesty.

I might have an enough time to buy a blanket for the store across the way before the paramedics arrive.

Huff...Huff Huff! I haven’t run in years! Ugh! I’m getting horrible flashbacks for my middle school days….Good, they haven’t arrived yet, but I can hear the sirens, so I’m just in the nick of time.

I draped the blanket over him before turning his face up. “How Handsome.” Even with a gash across his cheek, his doll-like features stick out like a sore thumb, long, pretty eyelashes, cute beauty marks hidden on his face-

“Mmm.” He groaned, fluttering his lashes teasing me as if he would open them just fell back to sleep.

When the paramedics took him into their care, I thought that was the end of the line between the two of us, never to cross pathways ever again. However, I should invest in a stronger eye prescription because I failed to see the red string attached to my pinky.

Returning to the office empty-handed wasn't as bad as I imagined; apparently, a gang of psychos snatching up people of minority, taking them to god knows where. So thankful my co-workers were more worried about my well-being than their coffee.

Burring...Burring...Burring

"Hello, This is-"

"I'm sorry for interrupting you, but is this a Ms. Y/N Valentine?"

"Yes."

"This is a nurse from John Hopkins regarding your spouse's status as of right now; he's not suffering from any critical damage."

Well, that's good to hear, but I didn't remember giving any of the E.M.S my contact information, so how did they know to call me...Wait, Spouse?!

"Yet, Having him, our care is limited due to us lacking any information about him, including healthcare providers." She sighed. " I know it's a terrible policy, but if we can't receive any healthcare data, we have to discharge him even if his condition takes a turn for the worse."

Did she just sniffle? “No-No tears, It's alright. I'm headed down there as we speak. I will see you when I get there...ok?”

“Oh-Oh, ok,” I could actively see her wiping her tears and smiling at my voice. She must be a young nurse.

I sighed, getting up from my desk. “Ji-Sung, I'm leaving first.”

“Are you okay?… It’s not often you leave first.” Ji-Sung cocked his brow. “ Do you need company-“

“Don’t worry, I’m alright. I will see everything tomorrow.” I paid my respects, calming as possible, walking out the building, then be once out of sight, I bolted down the sidewalk like a bat of hell. The last thing I want is for that little nurse to have a panic attack.

“Hello, Oh, Are you Mrs. Valentine?” The nurse had sparkles in her eyes when she catches a glimpse of me. “ Follow me; your husband is in room 713.”

Again with this “He’s not my-” why does she walk so fast!?

Let the record show I hate hospitals...There’s a long story behind the wrong way, but to sum it up, I find this place a hundred percent creep city-I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it-

“Well, Well, Well. Look who's in the hospital?” Lucy Silvers, My best friend since We were in diapers, became a successful doctor, and well, I became an accountant; back then, We would dream about going to the moon and being the first humans to make a peace treaty with the Martians, but now we pray to have a typical day. “ What brings you down to this side of town?”

I pointed to the man in the bed.

......?!

Beep...Beep...Beep

"So you're telling me you found him this way?"

"Yes."

"No ID, no wallet-"

"He was the buff when I found him-Oh I'm sorry I get to the chance to look for clues; I thought his life was too meaningful."

"Jeez, I just asking."

“Well, You want the bad news first or the bad news.”

My, what a wild variety. Taking my slight irritable silence for a response, Lucy continued.

“With Identification as far we are concerned, his man’s name is John Doe...at this, until he wakes up and another bad news somebody might have wanted this man dead, the destruction to his body is gruesome, this man wasn't just badly beaten he was tortured; Several fractured ribs, multiple stab wounds, cigarettes burns..you name it...Who knows when he will wake up?”

Lucy smiled. “ Thank his lucky stars, someone like you came along, or else his condition would have worsened...You’ve been holding that bag for a while now; what's up with it.”

“Oh, I stopped by Walmart and bought him some clothes-I hope he can fit him.” I bought a small in everything-I felt it was a safer choice to get sweatpants than jeans since I don't know his actual size and a sweatshirt to match. Along with some slippers.

“Remember in Kindergarten, When I asked you to marry me?” Why would she suddenly bring up at? " I still do."

I playfully rolled me eyes.

“Aish!” The stranger screamed out of the blue, sitting up from his dormant state, scaring the daylights out of Lucy and I. He frantically observe the hospital room until his big doe eyes fall on me. “A woman?!”

“He’s speaking a different language.” Lucy raised an brow. “It sounds South Korean from the dialect.”

“Do you know Korean?” I tried to calm him down by slowing walking over to the bed. “It’s okay, Sir, You were hurt pretty bad so I bring you to the hospital but right now you need to lay down and-“

He cut me off by gripping my wrist and bringing it up to his face. “ You’re not married?! A plump little peach like you.”

I don’t have a clue what he’s saying but by the way he’s staring he looks like a love sick puppy.

“I think he likes you.” Lucy giggled, finding this hilarious. “Unfortunately, The only who speaks Korean is on Vacation, Mr. Yoo.”

I snatched my hand out his grip to face Lucy. “You only have one multilingual person in this facility?!”

Lucy shrugged. “It’s HR’s doing, I don’t hire people.”

Unbelievable-wait..Ji-Sung is Korean! It’s 11:45am, He would be at lunch right now. I hope he doesn’t mind me bothering him.

I was about to walk out before the stranger yanked my arm and held me into his arms. I struggled putting my hands against his chest.

“ Where are you going? It’s dangerous going out without a man by your side. I’ll keep you safe, Peachy” He rested his head on my chest and rubbed his hands around my chubby waist. “I love the way you fit in my hands.”

Slap!

“Y/N, Take it easy, He’s literally still in the hospital.” Lucy scolded.

The stranger’s cheek glowed crimson, his jaw clenched and pressed tongue against the inner of his cheek.

“What!? And let him touch me any kind of way…I’m going to get someone who can understand him. I will be right back!”

He chuckled and watched your hips as you left. “Fuck, She’s cute.”

Our Little Wife Vol 2

Genres• Romcom, Nsfw!, Cursing, Sexiest behavior, degradation, and manipulation

Duos• Poly!Mafia!BTS X Chubby! Reader

<- Previous - Next ->

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“ Kisses speak louder than words.” Jimin's lap is more than inviting. " I missed my pretty-" Now, in better proximity, The red puffiness of your eyelids was apparent to Jimin. " You've been crying?” You don’t have to look at him to tell his face curdled faster than milk. “Why?.. Did Jungkook make you cry again?!”

“Huh!?” Jungkook stopped in mid-growl battle with Taehyung to look at the hyung falsely accusing him. “That was one time, and I’m still apologizing to this day, plus she’s e crying about-“

You signed Jungkook to zip it! Your Husbands hate hearing you talk bad about yourself to the point it makes them angry, not at you but everyone else who dares to speak ill towards their darling.

“The-weather it’s been raining all day, and Puff was a surprise picnic for the gang.” Nice Save.

Jimin cooded, squeezing you against his body. “Aw, it's okay—no need to cry. You can try another day.”

You nodded and decided to drop the subject before it was too late. “How was work? Did you like the lunch I made you?”

“Work is..work-and yes, the homemade kimchi was delicious much like you.” He purrs in the crock of your neck.

“Dinner-!” Jimin’s ears rung as you hurried your way to the kitchen to find one of your older husbands beat you to the punch.

“What did I tell you about leaving the kitchen unattended?” He scolds, sucking the tomato sauce off his pinky, and clicks his tongue at the taste. “You’re cooking as improved, my sunflower.”

“Thank you, Hobi-How did you?”

“I came in through the garage.” He threw a look at you over his shoulder, but the purple lace wrapping itself your plump you doughy figure made him do a double-take. “ Based on the color, this was for Jungkookie when he got home.” He captivated you into his arms by your waist and kept your breast pressed against his chest. “Finders keepers”

Hobi’s lips pecked all over the surface of your breast.

“But Kookie has been here all day; he was even sweet enough to help me with the laundry.”

Animosity with a dash of betrayal replaced Hobi's lust. “ What he was supposed to be sick as a dog!? So sick we admitted him into the hospital last night!” He grumbled. “Where is the little faker?”

You pointed towards the living room. I mean, sure, You ratted out your husband, but it takes a lot for Hobi to get pissed off and when he does. It's better to surrender immediately.

“Kook!” Hobi marched to the living room with you following close behind.

“Ah!.. Hyung-” Jungkook threw in a slight dry cough for good measure. “I was discarded earlier this morning, but I-”

“Save it, Kook-You skipped out of important business just to hung out with Yn...Can you not comprehend how crucial your role is?!” Hobi barked; Jungkook didn't bat an eyelash.

“Why am I getting so much shit over a one-time thing?!”

“Watch your mouth, You brat.” Hobi hissed. “What if something happens the moment we need you the most, and where are you!? Playing doctor with our wife-get your head out your ass.”

“It’s rude to speak of business matters at home.” Jimin’s butting in would have added fuel to the flame if the message weren't double encrypted; lucky the men could read between the lines.

Hobi and Jungkook eyed Yn sitting on the sidelines watching their argument with a worried wart expression.

“What’s with the long face, Honey pot” Taehyung's lips brushed against your bare shoulder. “Hyungs must have to work late tonight.”

You shrugged the feeling of your hubby's lips off your shoulder. “ Again.” You moaned in dismayed. “Dinner is getting cold. I'm going to go take a bath.” You rarely had the privilege of seeing all your husbands in one room besides hitting the hay since that's where you sleep, and often they come home in the ungodly hours of the night, leaving their poor little wife all on your lonesome.

Although before them, your life was pretty bland, and your list of friends wasn't wildly impressive like most, but you were satisfied with them. Four female entrepreneurs/philanthropists, a couple of suit-wearing badasses were your best friends until Namjoon claimed they were a trouble influence.

“Something smells fantastic!” Namjoon frowned his brows after the pungent smell of home cuisine after a long hard day. “Puddin, I brought you something on the way home.”

"Really-" So many gifts in one day.

Jin squeezed past Namjoon in the door frame. “ Why do you feel the need to block the doorway-” He sniffed. “ Hey, You cooked. I thought I said I was cooking tonight.” Jin leaned over to smooch you.

“ I thought you would be exhausted from working all day, so I thought it was the least I could do.” You explained.

A diamond butterfly choker twinkled to your eyes. “Oh my goodness, Namjoon-” You utterly speak less. “ What is with you guys giving me gifts. I don't need all this. I'm already thankful for you guys.” You pecked Namjoon’s lips.

Namjoon scoffed. “you deserve the world, Cupcake.”

“Go seat at the dinner table, Honey.”

Smiles and belly laughter filled the dining room to the brim. Of course, Seven tipsy men were going to have a ball of their own, especially in each other company Hell; even Yoongi started joining in, but You quietly sat at the end of the table, adorning their merriment yet somewhere bring you distress not physically no but mentally and it's been weighing on your chest for quite some time.

Maybe tonight is the night you have been the problem into the light.

You erected out your chair; you would've been standing for hours for somebody to notice; thankfully, Yoongi looked your way. “ What's wrong, Kitten?” He asked, sporting a grin along with flush-out cheeks.

“I-I think I should get a job.” How can a person sound firm yet so frill in sync?

The room paused and-

“What?” Taehyung slightly startled you. “Honey pot, Most people hate the word job, and you want one...willing?”

“ I just thought it would be better if I-”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “She's been watching dramas again; you can tell from that look in her eyes. The real world isn't like those stories you watch, Sweetheart-”

“I know that” You splash an attitude right back in Jimin’s face. “ I hate being in this house all day. I want to be a breadwinner too.”

Jin butted in. “But you do have a job; you're a housewife, and you get paid in hugs and kisses.”

The others shook their heads in agreement, but you refused to back down without a fight.

“ That's not fair! I sit here and wait on hand and foot for you guys, and most of the time, I don't even get a thank you! If the case nobody will be here to doing the housework, get a maid and a personal chef-.”

“No.” Namjoon glared at you. “The answer is no, it’s hell outside these walls especially for someone as special and beautiful like you. Just the other day, A woman’s body was found out too far from here, She was headed home from work before she abducted, raped, and killed.” Namjoon bites his inner cheek. “And if something like that were to happen to our doll, Hell would be a safe haven from those bastards after we’re done with them.”

You held tears in your eyes. “I'm going to my room. I want to take a bath. G-goodnight.” Maybe it is for your own good, You haven’t step foot outside without one of your husbands beside you in years. Joonie always knows what’s best for you. Right?

Your bedroom. A separate room housing all your beloved jewelry, clothes and etc. A honeymoon gift from Jin " Every princess deserves their own room." is what he declared. The interior design creates the illusion of stepping into another dimension, An uncountable amount of space to isolate yourself from the outside world and, right now, Your unbearable husbands.

Meanwhile, Downstairs.

“The mouth on that one. You spoiled her, Hyung.” Taehyung was quick to direct the blame on Namjoon.

“Pardon? You're the one who brought her a whole Victoria secret store once!” Namjoon spat.

Jin snapped at Taehyung. . “He did what!? You little-Was that the ‘life-changing purchase’ you were talking about!? Unbelievable…143,049,190 won and for what!?” Jin's anger slowly transformed into confusion. “Why am I the only one upset?.. What’s happening?”

“If you think about it’s a pretty reasonable investment,” Yoongi affirmed. “All those deliciously skimpy outfits for our kitten to wear for us seems like a win-win to me.”

Jin becomes quiet as a thought bubble formed over his head. A solid image of your plushie chubby body decorated in delicate lace that he's just going to destroy anyway popped up.

“Jinnie,💕” You would blow a kiss his way.

Jin giggled, melting into his chair.

.....

"It's been two days! She's still in that room, and you're telling us we should do nothing." Jin hopped in the unfazed Yoongi's face. "Shouldn't you be a little more concern for our wife?"

Hobi joined Jin. " He's right! Kookie, Go break the door down."

Without a second thought, Kookie hopped to his feet. "What!" Jimin shouted, speeding across the room to stopped the muscle bunny. "Do you know how expensive that door was?! Jeon Jungkook!!"

"She's not in there."

"What!!"

Taehyung swaggered in the living room, slamming photographic pieces of evidence of their doll's disappearance. "To be accurate, She left the night of the fight." The husbands scrambled to the pictures; there she was clear as day, at 4 am fully dressed, hopping into the back of a limousine with the license plate reading 'MMMOO4."

"Creampuff." Said the heartbroken bunny. "Where did you go?"

Our Little Wife Vol.3

Is This Love?

Romcom, Nsfw!, Cursing, Lewd Thoughts, Violence, Pet Names, Blood ( Jungkook being a rowdy ruff boy), Manhandling, and Fluffy Marshmallow?!

Mafia! Bangtan X Chubby! Reader (Focuses on Taehyung & Jungkook)

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Where's My Wife - Jimin’s Past

A month. A whole month has gone by since your disappearance- Are you ok? Are you eating well?... Do you miss us? We miss us. It hurts us to think about you, but it's all we can do, that and turn into workaholics. Everybody pretty much has gone to shit after you left,

Yoongi-hyung picked up his nasty habit of drinking again, Namjoon-hyung stays cooped up in his office, Jin-hyung only sleeps in your bed, your lovely scent keeps him sane, Hoseok-Hyung developed one hell of a temper.

Jimin often zones out through the day, and poor Jungkook doesn't eat or talk to anyone anymore; He leaves in the middle of the night and comes back with his boxing gloves drench in blood but not a bruise on his skin.

As for me, Well, I know you're alright, but the world doesn't stop revolving, neither doesn't business. A couple of M4's men were caught snooping on our turf since everybody else is no good at the moment; the wisest choice is for me to have a meeting with the head honcho.

"I'm headed out. I will be right back." I might as well be talking to myself; no one answered, no one cared. Once mighty, seven men turned into hallow broken shells of themselves from just one woman. Aish, but I be a liar if I said I didn't I miss you.

Your cute smile, chubby cheeks, pretty face...soft skin, thick and juicy body, big milky breast. God, the taste of you sent chills down my spine, among other places-

"Master Kim, We are here."

“Um, Yes-Thank you. I will be right back.” I moved up closer to the chauffeur's ear. “We are in enemy territory, so be on your toes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

What are these women up to? We haven't even shared glances in years after the peace treaty was settled between the two of us. I hope they're not attempting another turf war nonsense-the amount of bloodshed is not worth it also; my husbands are not in the best conditions at this very moment-

“Of course, I will get them to Noona right away” I-I know that voice! Honey pot!? “Oh, they're for me. How sweet! They're so beautiful.” and clear as day, You radiantly stood behind the greeting desk, humbling accepted the stranger's bouquet.

After the man left, you smile at the flower and excuse yourself to back, only to return with a big enough vase for your flowers to perfectly in the guests' eyes.

“Excuse me; I have an appointment with Ms.Kim Yong-Sun.” You answer without giving me some much as a passing glance. “ Miss? It's good manners to look at people when spoken to.”

“I’m sorry, Mr?” You looked up at me with those darling doe eyes. Your lips ghost my name, but you didn't say a word. You looked scared as if I was the grim reaper coming for you.

“Kim. Kim Taehyung, Would you mind showing me to her office, please. It's my first time here.” I lied.

The woman beside you notices your frightened expression and seeks to intervene. “I can take you, Sir.”

“It’s okay, Unnie," You step out from behind the desk, and I could feel my breath being stolen away; the business casual attire flattered your voluptuous figure; a pencil skirt at calves length would be a turn-off to most men, but I had the privilege of reaching farther their pitful imagines.

Arriving at the elevators, I went in, but You stood at the doors. "Ms. Kim is on the top flo-OR!"

I snatched her in before the elevator's door close.

Narrative's Pov

"Mr.Kim?!-"

"I'm not in the mood for the foreplay, Honey pot." Taehyung punched the emergency stop. "...Are you enjoying doing this shit?... Do you get some thrill out of fucking with us!? Huh!?”

“ No, It's not like that-”

“Then what is it-!” Taehyung had you pinned to the wall. “ What was worth abandoning us!? Were you even planning on ever coming back to us?!”

“Of course, I was!” You cried. “ I didn’t want to leave-it’s just”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Please, don’t talk me it’s about this job nonsense.”

“My freedom is not nonsense!” You felt like you were shouting at a brick wall! “You know what, You guys are the reason I left!”

“What did you just-!”

“You all are so controlling! I can’t do anything without Jimin or-or Namjoon or you on my back! I’m a grown woman I should know have to be independent and not dependent on seven men whether I can go out or not.”

“ We care about you is all. We want to protect you-.”

“Taehyung, there is a fine line between being protective and being possessive!-Listen, Babybear, I love you guys with all my heart, but while I'm working here, I feel like I'm worth my weight in gold.”

“Your palladium.” He mumbled.

“Huh?

“Palladium is worth more than gold.” He explained, then sighed. “ Are you happy here?”

“Yes, but there's never a day that goes when I don't miss you guys.” You lightly pecked Taehyung's cheek, leaving a lipstick print on his cheek.

“As long as you are happy and safe. I guess I won't tell the guys until you come back on your own...”

“Thank you, Honey pot!-”

“In exchange-!” He carried on. “ I get to invite you when I feel see fit.”

You gleamed. “Of course.”

.....

“Dongsang (Little Sister in Korean), We're going to eat then heading home, I know you're in the mood for some Tteokbokki.” She teased.

The Unnie's drew a cute bond with you, maybe it's you being the youngest, and they see it as an adorable kitten trying to make her place in the cruel world or your sweet, plushie, and impossible to hate. It's a good amount of both, to be honest.

You softly declined through a smile. " No, Thank you, Unnie, I'm going to finish up here and head home, but I hope you eat well.”

She bowed then rushed to join the rest but not before turning around with a face full of worry. “Dongsang, Please be careful going home, rumor is there's some creep wandering around with blood painted on him.”

You pay no heed to rumors despite so you nodded and said. “I will be extra careful.”

“Good.” The Unnies waved until they were out of sight.

Now, It's only you and Ms.Kim who is still in her office it seems..oh, you must be confused, let me fill you in. If Mr. Taehyung would have asked about your living arrangements, he would have learned you are now staying with the MMM4, the female mafia version of them but you know them as Solar, Hwasa, Moonie, and Wheein; a group of women you knew since high school, and if you remember the license plate for volume two, it was them who were more than delighted to take you away from your ungrateful husbands.

I guess I should have gone with them for some Tteokbokki, I thought she would be done by now. No, harm in eating while I wait. Right?

Meanwhile, In the Bangtan Household.

“Kim said they had nothing to do with what her men were doing on our turf but she said she would take care of it personally,” Taehyung reported to Namjoon.

Namjoon nodded. “I hope she does, We don't need unnecessary bloodshed on our hands especially at the mental state we're in.” He turned in his chair to Jungkook sitting with his head in his hands. “Speaking of bloodshed, Kook, You've been very active lately, starting bar fights, beating your opponents to a bloody pulp in the ring, oh and still one is Hyung's favorite, you singlehandedly put six gang members in the hospital for talking about Yn-.”

“You should have heard the shit they said, Hyung.” Jungkook stood in defense. “You're lucky all they got is a hospital visit and not a free trip to the morgue-”

“Jungkook!” Namjoon matched Jungkook's height. “You're a teenager anymore, Your a grown man so act it! I don't want to catch you doing shit like this again. I’ve had enough of what he said she said from you! If I catch you again, You're getting punished! You get me!?”

In response, Jungkook rolled his eye and took his leave but the bright crimson residue on Taehyung’s cheek didn't go unnoticed without an interrogation.

“ What the fuck is that on your cheek?”

Taehyung wiped his cheek and stared at the red stain on his fingerpads.

Jungkook leaned in closer, “Lipstick?” Feeling his temper skyrocket, Jungkook took a right hook at Taehyung's jawline with enough force to snap it if he didn't move quickly, Taehyung stumbles across Namjoon’s desk knocking down paperwork in an attempt to get away from Jungkook's assault.

“Creampuff has only been gone a month and You’ve already started sleeping around.” Jungkook threw a jab down but Taehyung fell off the desk before it could hit him instead, Jungkook's fist went crashing through Namjoon’s desk. “ I would expect this shit from Jimin but you-!”

“Enough!” Namjoon held Jungkook by his collar and shoved him to the door. “Go cool off! Kook! Take a walk or something, I will handle Taehyung.”

Jungkook scoffed and exited the house with a slam! “ Cool off-I should've broken the bastard’s neck.”

A couple of blocks's away

"Mmm! Some yummy-"

"I'm happy, You changed your mind." You were happy too, You can't remember the last time you sat down among friends and enjoying a meal. You're generally having fun-

“Welcome!” The elder woman shouted to a newcomer. “Oh, my Kookie! Aigoo! It's been too long. You grew up to such a beautiful flower.” She gushed.

That's cute, That sounds like my pet name for my Jungkookie.

“Thank you, Grandma.”

He sounds like Jungkook.

You decided to be nosey and take a peek at the entrance, the owner petting the head of a man and raised leaned up and smiled.

He is Jungkook!

“Eep!!” You dropped down under the table.

“Dongsang, Are you ok?!”

“Yes, Yes um, I-my-my ride is here. I will get going-” You quickly bowed and crawled to the nearest exit.

“Do you wish to join your wife's party?” The grandma smiled.

Jungkook shot a look at the old woman. “ You saw Yn?”

Grandma points to your table but you were nowhere to be found. “ Oh dear, She was here just a few seconds ago...My eyes must be failing me.”

But Jungkook had a feeling in his gut, she was right. “Be right back, Grandma.” You can't get far, Jungkook beats you in every form when it comes to...will everything especially athletics, what made Jungkook more dangerous is his extra cunning, and when that cunning personality blends with his competitive spirit. Jungkook soon develops the thriller of the chase and when that happens-

“Hello, Creampuff.”

“Ahhh!!!!”

You're better off dead.

“Kookie!-I can explain...” You took some comfort in the table separating the two of you. “But let's talk somewhere more private.” Whispering is redundant to the prying eyes of the already invested locals. “Kookie?”

What's scarier? Jungkook's serious face or an emotionless stare. I say both are pretty terrifying..but taking an inside look, Jungkook fell victim to your attire just as Taehyung; lewd thoughts stirred up his heartbeat as well as excitement from seeing his darling cream puff again.

“Jung-KOOK!” Hopping over a measly table was child’s play for a spry rabbit-like himself. You both were knockdown on, Jungkook had you nailed down to the floor. “I-Oof” He laid down flat and hugged you.

“Aw, my Kookie.” You massaged his scalp, raking your fingers through the back of his head. “Oh, You grew out your hair.”

I will spare you the details of you explaining the reasoning for your disappearance but Jungkook more than anyone understood your thirst for freedom being so of him being the bangtan’s baby.

“...Let’s go.” Jungkook tugged at your arm.

“Where?”

An answer only the Jungkook knows. He leaned over gripping those plump thighs of yours and hoist you up over his shoulder. Your protest fell on deaf ears as Jungkook strolled shamelessly to the secret destination.

“What are we-?”

“Hush.” Jungkook fiddled with his phone before tossing it on a nearby bench.

The song ‘Is This Love’ by Aalia slowly blasted through his speakers.

“Oh, this was our wedding song.” You smiled and humming along.

Jungkook cradled your waist in his hands, pulling your body against his and snuggle his face into the crook of your neck, softly swaying to the slow song.

“I didn't take you as a romantic, Kookie.”

“ It's hard not to be when you love someone more than you love yourself.” He bought his face close to yours. “You only been gone for a short time but It made me realized how ungrateful I was not cherishing a beautiful angel like you by my side.” He leaned in closer until your nose touch. “As a punishment, I have to make these moments last until you come back to us.”

“Aw, my Kookie -mmm” You stood on your tippy-toe to meet his lips in a passionate lock. He

The Lost Korean Soldier Vo.2

Synopsis• A woman stumbles upon an unconscious man in a park and her life jumps from ordinary to extraordinary!

Genres• Romcom, Romance, NSFW, Jungkook is a pervert and a chubby chaser so watch out for that, Noncon touching, Violence, and profanity (Jungkook).

Duos• Soldier! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Purple=Korean💜

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“ I’m sorry for ruining your lunch, Ji Sung I really do appreciate you helping.”

“Of course, anything for you.”

Oh, he means it, He's over the moon for you but you fail to notice his yearning for your attention, being the team leader of the office does have its advantages such as partnering himself with you, sitting at your desk right beside his, going the extra mile to be your support. Alas, it's a fruitless endeavor, you're completely oblivious to him. Poor Ji Sung, A grown man with a high school crush.

The stranger didn't take too kindly to Ji Sung hanging on your every syllable.

“Pathetic.”

Already not liking the expression on the stranger’s face, Ji-Sung leaned into your ear. “He looks like a handsome escaped convict, how are you so sure, he's not an international criminal?”

You snickered, playfully hitting his chest.

The stranger didn't like that either.

“Yah!” He yanked you into his strong arms, keeping a solid lock on your chubby waist. “Stay away from my woman, old bastard.”

💢

“You disrespectful little-” Ji Sung took a breath. “She’s her own person, she doesn't belong to”

“ I missed you, Peachy. It would've been better if you brought food instead of your grandfather...Or you knew that you keep me full all day long.” He smirked, gliding his hand to the soft curve of your ass-

“You have two seconds to move your hand before slap you into a different nationality.” You slapped his hand away.

💢💢

Ji Sung jerked you behind him. “Keep your hands off her!” taking another deep breath. “What’s your name?”

“Jeon Jeongukk; Marine corps, soldier 1146”

"A soldier?!.. By your instruction, You must be still in the force but...what is a Korean soldier going here? Are you a deserter?!"

Jungkook felt a pinch of pain attack his nerve. “ Ah, I can't remember...It hurts to think about it but all I can remember is waking up to peachy's face.”

“You're from Busan depending on your dialect.”

“Busan, Huh?…I’ll have to take your word for it, Old man.”

Tug Tug

“Oh, He said his name is Jeongukk.” Ji sung adored you clinging to his arm to peek at Jeongukk from behind him. “Apparently, He’s a soldier but that and his name is all he can remember.”

“Jeongukk.”

Jeongukk shifts his eyes to you, loving how his name rolls off your tongue. Makes him imagine how you would sound under him begging for your release and longing to be used.

“Ask him-.”

“Ah!!!” Jeongukk clutch his skull that felt like it is being torn apart. “Fuck!” A severe white shock surge through his brain resulting in a blackout.

"I can't thank you enough, Ji-Sung-"

" Yn, I don't think letting this rogue soldier into your home is a good idea, He could easily try anything and now that I think about it he was extra handsy in the hospital." Ji-Sung struggled to find the energy to finish his complaint while stabilizing his weight and the unconscious man on his back.

"Well, I'm the last opinion this pervert has."

You were fully aware of the stranger danger rule, of course, this isn't something to write back to your mother about but in a bizarre cosmic way, you felt responsible for him.

"Where should I-oof!" Ji-Sung collapsed the unbothered Jeongukk on the sofa along with himself. "Welp here's your new house guest."

"Goodnight."

Ji-Sung caught the door before the close. " If anything thing happens you call me." He physically had to force excuse him for your house.

But that brought a smile to your face. " Ok, Jin-Sung. I will see you, tomorrow. " You pleasantly close the door.

What a day for the history books.

You yawned.

Jeongukk out cold, maybe it’s safe for me to take a sleep…with the door locked, just in case.

……

Crash!

“Aish! What asshole puts glass plates on the top shelves!?” Jeongukk grumbled, putting up the shattered pieces of glasses.

Thump Thump Thump Thump

You arrived downstairs clutching the back scratcher, A nightgown hanging off your shoulders, and a faulty brave expression.

“Cute.” Jeongukk cleared his throat just to watch you jump in his direction. “What are you going to do? Scratch my back.”

"Oh, Zip it, I'm used to living alone."

Wait, Did she just-? " You understand me?... Could you understand me that whole time but in front of others you played dumb."

Upset? No. Intrigued? Yes. A cute teeny tiny hidden perk you had but kept a secret. Why? Jeongukk was itching to find out.

" I was married once upon a time to a Korean man and..." It's been so long since you spoke about him, I forgot how not to shed a tear by the thought of him. "Our marriage fell through-I became fluent in his native tongue for him" Your mind began to the dark side of your memories. " I did everything for him but I wasn't enough-"

"Bullshit. A dumbass like that doesn't deserve a peach-like you." He shrugged. " He's lost."

A small rush of warm blood inflamed your cheeks, you turn your back on him to fix your composure.

"Yah! What is-Where-Where is your real food?!" Outrage, Jeongukk threw your microwaveable delights onto the counter. “ Are you crazy?!-”

The sheer disappointment in his voice down a ridiculous load of frozen commercial tv dinners.

I'm feeling Gordon Ramsay vibes.

"There are no fresh foods insight, your living off processed food."

Am I getting scolded at 12:07am by a man I just met today about my meal plans?

"Listen, Jeongukk, I'm sorry I don't have this hearty hardcore diet but I don't have the time or the stamina to try."

"Uh, huh" He rolled eyes, trashing each and every so-called 'meal'.

You wedged yourself between him and the trash can, jumping to reach the last meal of its kind.

"Woman, This frozen shit will kill you before anything else in this world," Jeongukk stated, dangling the meal over your head.

"Then what do you expect me to do?"

Taking advantage of having you in his reach, Jeongukk slipped his hands around your chubby waist. He catches your wrist before your assault could reach his face. " Since, You asked, Peachy, Let's go to the store.”

Are you kidding me?! “Do you have any idea what time it is?! I'm not going to the store!” You shoved his chest. “And I told you about touching me.”

“It’s only twelve something. That's just enough time to go to the store and come back to cook.” Jeongukk smiled, putting his teeth on full display.

His teeth. They're so cute, it's hard to explain without comparing them to the big front teeth a rabbit would have...Oh, it's a small beauty mark under his bottom lip...he’s so pretty like it's inhuman-

Little did you know, while you were admiring his features he took your silence as a standoff challenge. This sudden approach of a challenge brings a gleaming sparkle to his eyes, A monster hidden in the windows of his soul called ‘competitiveness’.

Jeongukk's tongue made a tent in his cheek. “You wanna bet, Peachy.”

.....You gulped.

“Hello, My lovely night shoppers.”

That crazy son of a bitch did it. He actually dragged you out of the comfort of your home to take a trip to the Asian market at this ungodly hour and the spookier part is there are more night owls in your neighborhood than you thought.

Pajamas, Sweatpants, Pins, and curlers as far as the eyes can see. You guess that's the only upside to all this, at least you don't stick out like a sore thumb in your nightgown.

“Peachy, You're not allergic to anything are you?”

“Nope,” I answered, losing too much energy to put up a fight much longer.

Wait...Peachy!?-How long has he been calling me that?! More importantly, Why am I answering to it?

You scoffed. “My name is Yn not peachy.”

Jeongukk smirked. “ You didn't seem to have a problem with it earlier since you could understand me the all-time I met you.” He dropped a Korean radish in the cart. “Well..Yn, Your name suits you.”

“Insult?”

He snickered before leaning over lightly grazing the tip of your nose against his. “Compliment.” Jeongukk brushed the few strands of hair behind his ear that threaten to block his vision of you.

Speechless and rather flustered you looked away. “Hu-Hurray Up, I have work tomorrow!” You shoved his chest once again, heading off to a separate aise preferably something with sweets. You never realized how much you needed to brush up on the Korean language until the only thing you had to go off on is the pictures of the product.

“Strawberry..cake?”

“Strawberry Cakes. Your right, Peachy.” Jeongukk’s pop-up nearly gave you a heart attack. “....Strawberries...” Having a small epiphany, Jeongukk found it difficult to break the stare he had on the delicious vibrant strawberry.

“Hyung, Tae is stealing the strawberries off the cake!”

“Yah!”

“But they're so tasty.”

A flashback shot of familiar voices and faces through poor Jeongukk through the wringer.

“Jeongukk? Are you ok-Ah!” Jeongukk's head falls onto your chest, You were two seconds off slapping him until you realize he was losing consciousness. “Jeongukk!...Stay!..It’s Okay.”

......

Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep

Fuck my head...Ugh! Back here again. I hate hospitals. Damn, it's cold-I tried to pull the covers up and over me but it was being held by something or...someone.

Yn sat resting by Jeongukk's bedside. He admired his sleeping beauty in cheeky business attire. Yn woke up to Jeongukk’s slightest movement and scrambled to him throwing him into your embrace.

“You're alright! I was so worried.” You absentmindedly rake your fingers through Jeongukk's chocolate locks.

“I’m fine, Peachy...Did you spend the night here?”

“Yeah, I didn't want to leave you alone so I beg Lily to watch you for a couple of minutes so I could shower and get dressed for work....but I guess the shower made me drowsy I ended up falling asleep waiting for you to wake up.”

Dumbfounded, Now Jeongukk was the one avoiding eye contact. How cute and tiny you are in small, considered about his well-being even after meeting him a day ago, and...and “fuck, ” as he would say.

Yn took a closer look at the pink spread across Jeongukk’s cheeks. “Are you blushing?”

“What else am I supposed to do with you in my face like that!?” He whined.

“Yah! I-I was trying-I just happy to see you ok!” You blushed and whined louder due to your embarrassment. “Remind me not to care about you anymore!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” You shouted back, marching out of the hospital making sure to slam the door behind you. “ That stupid! Little-!”

Blinded by your mixed emotions, You failed to see a familiar face in front of you. “Whoa!” Your ankle betrays you causing you to fail backward only to be caught before hitting the floor.

“Yn?”

“Dong-yeon?”

🌺 The Flower Boys🌺

Chapter One: Run Bride Run

Synopsis• You, him, And his Brothers?! An arrange marriage wife gets more than handful dealing with a witty handsome husband and his gangs of flowers.

Genres• Arrange Marriage Au!, NSFW (later on *Winks*), and Kdrama Au!

Duos• Heir's Grandson! Ot7 x Chubby! Reader

In South Korea, They call pretty men flowers.🌸

Namjoon The Bookworm Ch.Two

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Let’s just cut to the chase, Ok? You swing your feet off the Central Park bridge in a princesse wedding dress. To others you look like a runaway princess…that’s because you are-Well, not a princess more along the lines of a bride. Exactly two hours and thirty minutes ago mark the decision that changed your life-you abandoned your arrange fiancé. Ok Ok maybe abandon is a little too harsh how about desert or discard or-or dump.

The unlucky man’s name is Kim Namjoon.

The grandson of a chairman your father slaves works for. The old man was obsessed with finding the perfect suitress for his grandson, A woman who is beautiful unlike any other, grace of an angel, and body that could bear grandbabies on command.

And your father thought you were an excellent candidate, he basically sold your soul without you knowing until Today. Yep, This is the first time you heading anything about this. Can you imagine? Coming home from a busy day at work just to be rushed out in your unknown wedding and slapped on the altar.

“You are very gorgeous.” Your fiancé couldn’t resist eyeing your breast on full display thanks to your wedding dress. “I always found chubby women to be absolutely intoxicating in more ways than one.” His eyes rolled down your curves and back up to your face.

These were the first words this man spoke to me. Of course, you were seen as ungrateful or arrogant for fleeing for such a handsome specimen but as breathtaking as he was, you couldn’t go through with it-…you just knew some time to think, this is quite literally brand new to you. Hence, you are sitting here like a bump on a log observing the aquatic life below your feet.

“Miss!” A pair of strong arms fasten around your chubby waist lifting you up to safety and once back on the brick. He asked, " Are you alright?"

You faced your brave hero. "Sir, I wasn't in any real danger, I was just-"

You aren’t sure about the argument of angels existing but he might be living proof. He stood about an inch or two taller than you giving the perfect view of those lushest puffy pink lips, your eyes strolled up past his bloopable nose to his cinnamon brown eyes from the sun hitting his eyes just right.

“Are you alright?” He repeated.

“Huh?-Oh yes! Yes!” Finally coming two, You realized how your breast is pressed against his chest. One of his front teeth is crooked. How cute.

Although He didn’t say it, his arms never fell from your waist neither did his eyes stray from yours. The flower didn't trust your feeble attempts to convince him.

“I promise.” Just when he was about to let go. You felt dizzy and stumble falling into the man’s chest once again. Honestly, Some people would have thought you were a professional actress at this point but coincidently your stomach has been on E since last night.

“No, You're not fine.” Deciding himself, you are far too weak to walk he went the extra mile to carry you in his arms carefully wrapping the trail of your dress over his shoulder. As small as he may be he’s quite strong.

“No, It’s just I haven’t eaten since yesterday-“

“You haven’t eaten at all?!” The flower shouted before gently settling you on a park bench nearby. “ I will be right back.” He was hesitant to leave you alone encase you felt suicidal again (In his eyes) “Please stay here.”

“But-I! Wait! You!” And he’s gone…should I really just stay put I mean it seems he means well.

Ten minutes went by as he jogged back to your location with a hefty plastic bag.

He lifted up your legs to spread across his lap, not wanting to get your pretty dress dirtier than it already is. You two sat in silence munching on kimbap.

“Jimin.”

“Huh?”

The flower boy looked at you. “My name is Jimin, I realized you didn’t know when you call me ‘You.’”

“Sorry about that, I’m Yn.”

“It’s fine.”

Multiple questions about ‘Jimin’ clouded your head but the main one is why is he still helping you? Most would have been left after ensuring you were okay yet Jimin is stick to you like glue but you be a liar if you said you didn’t love it.

“ He’s probably worried sick about you.”

“Who?” You asked.

“Namjoon-Hyung.”

Your eyes widen. “You know him?!”

“He’s my big brother-Well half brother” He came clean sporting a painfully smile. “ The chairman doesn’t count us as grandsons because of our different mothers even though it was father who was scum." Jimin rolled his eyes.

" How many of you are there?"

"Seven including Namjoon-Hyung."

"Seven different affairs?!.... He's not just scum! He's a son of-" Your eyes caught Jimin's, he chuckled. " Sorry.”

“No, You're right.” He covered his laughs with his hands.

Spotting his casual attire, You raised another question. “Were you at the wedding?”

“ Nope, The Chairman didn't want us there.” He shrugged. “So instead we sat at a distance to watch the wedding which is how I was able to follow you. At first, I wasn't going to bother you but then you chose to be daring.”

“I was just thinking” You interrupted.

“Yeah cause sitting on a bridge is a brilliant place for thinking.”

Wow, that sass.

You stood up. “Well, Jimin, it's been lovely chatting with you but I have no intentions of being your in-law-no offense but I also will not be caught in a loveless marriage.” With that being said you picked up the hems of your dress and marched.

“Yn. wait he will send-” Jimin’s cries became muffled by distance but you proceeded ahead.

....

You don't know where the hell you're going?! You can't go back home your father is probably red in the face cursing to the heavens about how you are an ungrateful good for nothing daughter who puts her life before her already wealthy family! So now you're wandering around in Seoul late in the afternoon wearing a wedding dress.

The loud roar of a motorcycle jump-scared you but that's nothing scarier than stopping by your side. The helmet comes off revealing the man you ran away from.

Your eyes widen.

"I understand that you don't want to marry me but it's dangerous roaming these streets like a stray kitten." Namjoon actually smiled at the sight of you. "Hop on."

💥Strong Man Bangtan💥

Synopsis• A man born with super strength and a heart of gold.

Genres• Kdrama Vibes, RomCom, Overprotective Family (Jungkook’s family), Trauma, and Jungkook being a big sweetie.

Duos• Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

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On September 1, 1997. The beautiful break of dawn welcomed a baby boy into the world. Jeon Jeongukk, the now youngest of seven. The boy was multiple talented beyond belief; he could sing, dance, draw, and lift over a thousand times his body weight?! Yep, At the young age of four, the boy developed inhuman super strength.

You wouldn't believe the look on his mother's face after watching her little tot hold their house at a tilt to receive his toy ball. His mother felt petrified of taking Jeongukk to any doctor in fear of them taking him away and experimenting on her precise baby.

Instead, she securely wrapped him up in bubble wrap and waited for her husband to return for work. From there, as soon as the father steps through the threshold she bombarded him with questions.

“I guess I should have expected this” He light-hearted chuckled, ruffling Jeongukk’s hair.

His father came clean about his family’s history and explained something along the lines of the ‘gift’. Apparently, The brute strength appeared in his family dating back to ancient times where his forefathers used their power for only good. There wasn’t anything extraordinary to come into detail besides the power skipping a few generations just to land in the hands of the littlest Jeon.

Needless to say, His mother made irrational decisions out of fear when Jeongukk came into the picture Jeongukk was kept away from the outside world which is why in the succeeding years, The young man is hooked over his first interaction. You.

“Homework is terrible. Whoever the hell invented it can kick rocks.” A school girl dressed in uniform walked along Jeon’s family grass as a shortcut.

And consequently, Jeongukk who was home alone took advantage and step outside on his own. Barefooted and high on serotonin the pure adrenaline rush to his feet fueling his run into the wet grass between his toes.

It's so bright out but so cold at the same time. It's odd. He thought.

The heavy raindrops drenched Jungkook but he couldn't care less. The last time he felt rain on his skin was when his toddler days before he was hidden from the world.

He sighed after taking a breath-

“You’ll catch a cold.” A frilly pink umbrella covered his head. Your cheeks were round and puffy, Your lips looked sweet, and Your eyes were breathtaking. “Hello?”

Speechless, He watched you tongue-tied.

“Boy?” You found it difficult not to giggle at the blood spreading to the tip of his ears and cheeks.

He flinched back, cupping his ears.

“Kookie!” His mother screamed, She wasted no time to snatch him up by his sleeve and pull him away from you.

Jeongukk's big brothers took care of him as he was shoved back into the house.

His mother glances your way. “Are you ok?”

Baffled, You merely shook your head. Yes.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Why would he hurt me? How could he? He's too cute.” That is what she wanted to say but again, all you did was shake your head.

The mother left the conversation there and made her way into their house.

“Jeongukk?” You uttered the name of the boy, you may never see again..maybe.

Tramp

Synopsis•, A drunken prostitute falls in the arms of a kind worldwide handsome actor named Kim Seokjin.

Category's• Romcom, Sexual Themes, Foul language, and Crude humor

Duos• Prostitute! Chubby! Reader x Actor! Kim Seokjin

🎂Happy Birthday, Handsome!🎂

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I Hate All Men But When (Vol. 1)- A heartbreaker (Vol. 3)

The harsh downpour halted your slumber. The sudden relaxation of being covered in plush unnerved you. The only thing you could recall is fleeing for that creep-the rest in a blurry mess. You felt strange..but not in a bad way, observing your surroundings was a quick reminder you weren't at your rinky-dink apartment.

No, this is beyond you or anything your lint fulled pockets can buy.

Take this um robe you wake up wearing for example from fabric and quality you can tell this handmade masterpiece probably wasn’t sold at your local Walmart.

A mesh maroon-colored robe with fur on the cuffs and bottom, something an old fashion movie star diva would wear when she killed her father then collected the insurance money.

Matter of fact this whole room has expensive taste. Of course, you have bigger and better things to worry about like who the hell’s home you are in but honestly, you’ve been in much nastier circumstances like that time with the Thailand Mafia boss-

“Thank goodness, You're finally awake. I thought you may have suffered a head injury.”

A well-dressed man perhaps in his mid-twenties appeared you carrying a tray of what you assume to be food. The man had almond-shaped eyes, a common haircut, rosy cheeks (likely from the cold winds outside.), and puffy red lips.

“You fainted” He explained. “ I was simply worried about you and brought you in to take aid your wounds.” He speaks so properly. “Nothing more.”

“And the change of clothes was for kicks-?”

“Here...it’s hot cocoa.” He carefully passed a sparkly purple mug to you. The sweet aroma was a punch in the face so much so you forget to blow before taking a sip.

“Hot! Hot!” but yummy.

A small chuckle squeaked out the man from your whipped cream mustache. The man gently wiped the residue away with a handkerchief.

“Listen, Mister if your looking for a good time because of this I don’t owe you jack.” You shoved his hand into his chest, ripping the covers off you to stand up.

“Be careful, You’re stitches may come loose-“ The man made the mistake of grabbing you by your arm.

“Hands off the merchandise!” You brutally kicked the man off the bed and on to harsh wooden floor.

“Aish!” He gasped at the already throbbing pain in his back.

You made a seat out of his abdomen. “ Don’t get me wrong, your very handsome but sometimes it’s the looker who be the real creeps.” Giving up close and personal you whispered against his ear. “And I’m not going down that road again.”

You step on his chest to hold him down as you got up. You stomped off.

You were mean as a rattlesnake but had the appearance of a kitten by size. Your voice was like velvet and beauty is unmistakable. The man saw you out in displeasure yet adored your eccentric walk.

A woman as bold as you only come once in a lifetime so the man cried out.

“You’ll freeze out.” Could you hear the desperation in his voice?

“I’ll manage” You rebuttal over your shoulder. “ What do you care anyway, handsome? We just met.”

“I just-Whoever tried to harm you still may be out there-”

“Second verse same as the first, Why do you give a good goddamn what happens to me.” This time you actually did turn around and what a sight it was.

The man’s face was redder than a beet and you could practically see his heart thumping through his silk pajamas and just off that look you got the gist of it.

“What. Do you have a crush on me or something?” You teased.

The man’s Adam's apple jumped. “You are very beautiful.” He shamelessly admitted. “It’s hard nowadays to find someone whose beauty somewhat rivals my own.” He dusts himself off. “ So yes. I have drawn a liking to you.”

You rolled your eyes but you that you think about it; this place is way better than being out in the cold. Maybe you should take him up on his offer.

“Well, Mister?” You paused for him to fill in the blank.

“Kim Seokjin but World Wide Handsome is preferred.”

Despite his answer, you called him, Jin. “Jin, I might as well keep you company since my schedule is free.” You fell back on his mattress.

“You must be hungry. I'll cook dinner.” Jin walked off mumbling something about not having enough ingredients for kimchi.

The last time you had home cooking was back in your youth before your life transferred you into the Queen of sluts that you are today.

It's only a matter of time until he finds out what you are and become like all the others but it's fun to play dress-up even if it's for just a night. Right?

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The Handsome Bandit

Steal from the rich and give to poor, does this include wives? While holding a evil billionaire’s wife for ransom, Our man of the hour begins to fall for the beautiful captive.

Bandit! Kim Taehyung x Housewife! Chubby reader

Harsh Language, Cheeky Taehyung, Sassy Reader, Stealing hearts , Kidnapping, Mild Violence, Angst, Betrayal and Slight Humor.

It's pushing midnight. Ugh! He promised me He wouldn't be late.

Aw! It's gorgeous tonight too. So much for "Date Night." Is it too much to ask for an adventure under the stars with the one you love? Apparently, It's as if I'm asking my celebrity crush to marry me and He's been dead for years so that's out the window. Guess It's the basic trio again; Me, Myself, and I...Oh, look who just arrived my special friend, Food-

" No, I must hold out until He gets home." but honestly who knows when He will show his face again. One time, He come back until mid-morning two days later.

"Yea, Screw it."

Crash!

Immediately, You took shelter under the kitchen island. You can't focus on hearing the intruder's footsteps, Your heart was beating too fast...As matter of a fact, It was dead silent,

Maybe it was just a stupid kid who ball scattered the window and not a creep coming to collect my organs.

You had a hunch the paranoia wasn't unnecessary yet you proceeded out of your hiding spot...and remarkably your insinuations were proven wrong with the visible evidence of a simple accident. A baseball, Glass, Giant footprint- Wait?!

"I'm sorry about this, Love."

You let a blood-curdling cry as your vision was reduced to pitch-black. A couple of minutes later, You woke up to the same emptiness-However two new additions emerged to your list of problems; You were bound and gagged.

“ I thought you said you only take expensive valuables! You know diamonds, Gems-not a woman!” The voice sound like an older gentleman; He spoke with a British accent that of the blue blood ages. “ Out of all the treasures in that devil’s mansion, You took this wife?! For god sake’s, man, What were you thinking!?”

Though your eyesight is constricted, the person to whom the man was fussing burned a hole through the blank fold.

“Listen, I have no intentions of harming her but I don’t know how else to take this bastard down-My only decision was to play dirty.”

The man huffed still not convinced. “ Well, Whatever your planing ensure not a hair is out of place on Mrs. Pendragon’s head! Or it’s your head!”

Slam!

“Alright, Mrs. Pendragon, like I said no harm will come to you if.. you behave.” His titter was a slap in the face along with a minty scent but nothing prepared you for the unveiling of your kidnapper.

You're eyes met a handsome young man probably edging in his late twenties. He smirked at your expression. " Remember you're married.”

He earned a scoffed out of you.

Choosing to not acknowledge his over self-flattery, instead, you asked. “ Why are you doing this?.. What do you expect to gain?”

“I want leverage-it’s playing dirty but it’s fair when it comes to men like your husband.” He explained, popping your personal space bubble. “ Mrs. Pendragon, You might not have the slightest clue as to who your husband really is-Hell, I’ll put money on you not even knowing his line of work.”

He got you there. You could only assume your hubby works in an office environment by his suit and tie uniform.

“You’re cute speechless.” He grinned.

“I wish I could say the same for you-“

Your sassy remark was cut short when his large hand squeezed your cheeks quite unpleasantly. “ Watch your mouth or I’ll-.” He bared in his teeth at you.

“ What do you think you're doing?!” The round man has returned this time with a gray briefcase. “Get your filthy hands off her.” He was quick to snatch the man by the collar. “ Do you not understand if there is a scratch on her we are as good as dead?! An eyelash from her cost more than the two of us combined!”

The bastard rolled his eyes as the round man rushed to your aid. " I'm very sorry about Mr. Kim, I guess where he comes from people lack in manners."

Kim?

"Listen, Mr.-?"

"Jonathan. Miss, Jonathan Clementine." Jonathan gently laid a kiss on your knuckles.

"Mr.Jonathan, Like I told the brute- I don't know what your taking to gain? My hubby hardly ever comes home he usually stays at the hotel across the street from his work. If you think I'm his main priority you would be wrong." You confessed yet you didn't seem upset by the truth this fact rubbed Mr.Kim the wrong way.

"Are you telling me He wouldn't give a damn if you were gone?!"

"No, More like he wouldn't notice right away."

"You got to be kidding me?! If I had a plump gorgeous lover at home like you, I would be running home."

Your face can't help but heat up at his forward remarks.

Our Little Wife

Jimin’s Past Vol. 4

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Mafia! Bangtan x Chubby! Reader

Mentions of brothels and prostitution, Alcohol use (Drunk Yoongi), Blood, Strong Language, Sappy Pet names I love it, Sexual theme-based chapter. Quick Warning; Jimin was a gigolo back in the day.

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Is This Love Vol.3 - Shadows Vol. 5

“Welcome home, Jimine”

“We missed you so much.”

Jimin smiled through the bitterness oozing out of his chest. “I missed you all as well.”

He lied.

The day he left is the day he thought he cleaned his hands of this godforsaken place. The Red Light District. A place hidden in the shadows of South Korea where brothels strive, demons walk freely and was home to a little boy named Park Jimin. The poor boy witness unspeakable hardships growing up but always came out victorious. As a young man, Jimin developed his charm and wit alongside his attractiveness; this earned him a title in the district.

Visitors; men, and women alike tripped to Korea for the sole purpose of being in his presence but living in the limelight grew stale. As the days go by, Jimin felt an empty yearning for love upon his recent discovery; nobody finds love in a gigolo.

He found this true for a moment until a stranger spilled into the shadows of the district. Word of the man spread quickly like wildfire.

“ A devilishly handsome man about yay high, firm figure, and a jawline that could cut diamonds.” The women in the brothel would always gossip when someone tickles their fancy. “Oh yeah, I heard about him. I believe he's Jimin’s age as well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, He-”

The bell startled the women as walks in the mystery man. The rumors were true he was young and gorgeous however, the glare in his eyes give off the impression he wasn't here to loosen his tie.

His dark brown eyes fell on Jimin across the brothel. Apparently, The man remembers Jimin from when he runs errands for the brothel. The man introduced himself as Taehyung before lightly bowing.

The moment resembled a scene taken from a movie, Taehyung expressed his feelings for Jimin asking him to leave with him. Probably not finding another opportunity as this Jimin said yes in a heartbeat.

A rash decision? Yes of course but by far the best decision Jimin has ever made. For a while, everything was just dandy in Jimin’s world; every day he was surrounded by a family that didn't love him superficially but emotionally and physically....that is until you come along-

When you came along it was the princess this or creampuff that. He was no longer the center of attention and for that, a little green monster controlled his feelings towards you.

He hated you.

That's putting it lightly. You had the same attraction as a newborn puppy, everybody adored you, give you their undivided attention, and everything your heart desires. Jimin felt abandoned because of you and as far as he's concerned you will never be his wife.

Until One day, Jimin got injured during one of their ‘missions’ and was bedridden leaving Yn to play nurse. Within a few weeks, the time you two shared wasn't in vain Jimin grew fond of your gracious nature and officially opened up to you.

However, at this current time, he wished he never had.

Meanwhile, Jimin is reliving his past on the other side of town, You sat blissfully unbothered at your station -well before the feeling of having to pee crept up on you.

But on your way back from the bathroom something caught your eye, a small shiny gleam. Your heels clicked against the marble floor as you walked into a different section of the building. Authorized access only. Every employee must keep their ID card with them at all times.

“A carrot?” A carrot-shaped pin is what caught your eye. Strangely, the pin resembles the one you give to Jungkook on your anniversary if this is true…How did it get here?

You didn’t put much thought into it, You simply slipped the pin into your pocket before heading back to the front desk.

Little did you know a bunny would come back for his good luck charm.

“Shit Shit. Where did it go? Fuck, Hyung going to kill me if I leave any evidence.” Jungkook panicked. “Aish!” He was about to strike the wall out of frustration but froze when a light bulb went off.

“The cameras.” It's damn near child's play to break into the security room. He will just check the cameras and see where he dropped it. “Dummy.” He chuckled at himself.

Just an in-and-out operation. On the cameras, Kookie observed his pin bringing taken but he couldn't believe his eyes who was the thief. His little cream puff! In your adorable skirt and blouse. He would rewind the tape a couple of times adorning you for every angle until he came to realize-

“Why is she here?”

This is where the operation turned into an entirely different mission. Kookie abused his power over the surveillance system to follow your every move from there he made a horrendous discovery his cream puff is a secretary.

He nearly gagged; the thought of his cream puff work, in general, made him sick to his stomach. Your elegance shouldn't be wasted on worthless nobodies but instead, pampered daily and cherished like you once were.

Despite, being treated as damn near bury treasure, you were determined to leave and live like a commoner. The twist of the knife is there is never a day you weren't smiling behind that desk.

“Do you even miss us?” Jungkook scoffed.

It’s no time for that, Jungkook sole purpose was to come here and spy on the MM4 due to the active activities of their goons spotted on Bangtan territory yet again. He got the information he needed now it's time to report back to Namjoon.

And He did just that as vanished in the shadows.

A Couple Of Hours Later.

Yn’s Pov

I got to give them credit; ketchup and eggs on a sandwich is pretty tasty-

“You serious?! Where!?”

“I'm not kidding! The man is piss poor drunk wobbling down in the middle of traffic.”

I remember back in the day Yoongi being that way when work and stress weighted on his shoulders so he turned to the warm embrace of alcohol. Instead of washing away his sorrows the only thing he received was a higher than average alcohol tolerance.

Maybe I should go see if I can help the poor dear.

Narrative's Pov

You wouldn't have to travel too far; the chaos was unfolding right in front of your work. Clear as day, A intoxicated young man struggling to maintain his balance while weaving in-between cars stopped at a traffic light.

“Have you seen my Bug A Boo?... She-she’s about yay high..I-Um thinks.” Yoongi’s sour breath was wasted on a person who didn't give a damn about his situation; The man hit the gas not giving Yoongi the chance to back up.

“Shit!” Yoongi collapsed to Clement.

“Kitten!?” Regardless of your well-being, You sprung into traffic and damn near dragged your husband out of death’s grip. “Kitten- Are you alright-Ow!?”

Yoongi slapped your hands off him. “Get your hands off me, temptress.” He hiccuped. “ I'm-.. sStill married...My wife just went on a little break that's all!” Yoongi’s eyes became glossy as a single streamed down his flushed cheeks. “She wouldn't leave us-She loves us too much, right?”

“Yoongi.” You only manage to say that. You were speechless. How selfish can you be? You never really cared to think how this is affecting your husbands.

“I’m going to call Taehyung to come and get you. Ok?”

Yoongi grumbled in response.

You sighed. The phone rang but no dice every endeavor ended in a voicemail. “Tae, I need you to come to take Kitten home, He's been drinking way past his limit. Call me when you get the message.”

The only person aware of your whereabouts is baby bear; being so he's the only one who can get Yoongi without jeopardizing your secret life.

Where could he be? You thought.

“She was our everything...why would she leave us?” Yoongi chucked the empty whiskey bottle in the street. “We give her everything. She's so fucking selfish!!” Anger boiled over burning Yoongi's heart causing him to shed tears. “ We miss you- I miss you.”

“Hyung, What are you doing out here?!” Taehyung’s voice boomed.

Feeling somnolent, Yoongi didn't fight when Taehyung bum-rushed him into the car. “ How did he get all the way out here?”

You shrugged. “ Thank you for coming, Baby bear...You got here fast-Where did you-?”

“ I got to go honey pot. I'm in a hurry. I love you.” A quick kiss on the cheek and back in the car. As much as Taehyung adores the ground you walk on, The amount of blood coating his favorite sweater grew troublesome.

He was stabbed twice in the abdomen by some low-life thugs that just ended up corpses anyway. If matters weren’t worse enough, Jimin is the best uncover doctor there is but he’s nowhere to be found.

Which means He has to go to her.

“Anybody but her.”

…..

"Well, Well, Mr. Kim Taehyung, What do I owe the displeasure." She smirked.

"Hello, CL," Taehyung loathed every moment of being in her presence.

…..

“ Alrighty, I have to get going.” You dismissed yourself, bidding your coworkers a wonderful night before heading on your way.

It’s rare for you to get off this late in the night but you couldn’t leave your team in the middle of a bunch of paperwork like that. Strangely calling in quits was the last thing on your mind for tonight, The girls often don’t come home until around three or four am.

Ping!

Odd, There’s no ride out here.

You frankly didn’t make a fuss about it. A beautiful night like this was just the perfect walking ambiance. It takes a few sharp turns and fruitless shortcuts to lead you to a place with a vibrant rouge hue.

The red lighting was alluring like a moth to a flame you followed it. Your heels clicked against the now stone flooring. The atmosphere reversed completely-Everywhere you looked sexual advertisement was plastered about.

Getting the gist you don’t belong here your decision to high tail and leave was out the window. When two women adopted you into their night of fun.

“ You are stunning!” She’s so loud. She’s drunk out of her mind. The women were tall dolls wrapped in luxury lingerie with a fluffy robe to protect them from the winter chill.

“Shhh! You’ll wake up China….You know she looks like the type he would enjoy.” The girls literally spoke above your head using their height to their advantage.

The other girl gasped. “ You are so right, He loves the unhappy married types. The ones who husbands can’t satisfy their needs.”

You can’t even get a word in as the women poke their noses where they don’t belong.

Before you knew. You stared down a building laced with rouge and a vintage feel. A brothel. The women took to a brothel! A lively one at that.

“He’s going to adore her.” The woman squeaked.

Light footsteps of someone walking downstairs put everyone’s conversations on hold.

“Jimin?”

🌺 The Flower Boys🌺

Chapter Two: Namjoon The Bookworm

You, him, And his Brothers?! An arrange marriage wife gets more than handful dealing with a witty handsome husband and his gangs of flowers.

Heir's Grandson! Ot7 x Chubby! Reader

Marriage Au, Kdrama Vibes, Strong Language, Hide your hearts because Namjoon ready to steal, Cheesy Romance

In South Korea, They call pretty men flowers.🌸

Run Away Bride.I -

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"I understand that you don't want to marry me but it's dangerous roaming these streets like a stray kitten." Namjoon actually smiled at the sight of you. "Hop on."

“No.” What a short and sweet answer. You thought you were able to stroll on your way to nowhere but that ‘No.’ didn't satisfy Namjoon’s sweet tooth.

“Fiesty little thing.” He mumbles before this time blocking your path with his motorcycle. “ Your family is worried about you-”

“No, they're not, well at least not my father. mother maybe...” You rolled your eyes.

“Yn, Be rational-”

“Don’t say my name as if you know me.” You snapped at Namjoon and carried on to your destination to nowhere.

“Wait. Wait” Namjoon grabbed hold of Yn’s forearm.

“Don’t touch me-“

“Please Yn, Please listen to me. I have a morbid understanding of arranged marriages; how outrageous and unjust they are but as for you walking without a destination is out of the question.”

Namjoon scolding seemed to do the trick. His silver tongue convinced you your night would be safer in his care.

“Are you hungry?” This question leads up to both eyeing down a menu at a popular American-inspired diner-it’s quite popular with the residents due to the foreign experience and food.

Namjoon took the privilege of ordering for you claiming their pancakes are a taste of heaven on earth. You didn't care enough to engage in the conversation when he brought up his childhood reason for loving the place.

“Oh, She’s a bride.”

“How pretty!”

“She looks foreign-Did you think she’s a princess?” A couple of high school girls gossiped the next booth over. Expressing their fairy tale dreams of getting wedded to their soul mate.

No doubt from an outsider's perspective The two of you look like a couple of star-crossed lovers who ditch their wedding to be alone yet that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“ Here, You go.” The Waitress’s expression was over the moon it was plain to see she’s a sucker for romance.

Namjoon frowned his brows. “I’m sorry, We did order yet.”

"The chef made this special for you two, Mr. Kim, as a celebration for your wedding." She gushed. "May I say you have the prettiest wife?" She whispered to Namjoon but obliviously you are in earshot.

"She is breathtaking, isn't she?" Namjoon shot up his brow, A strange habit you noted since you meet him earlier this morning.

The waitress agreed with a giggle before backing away to return to work.

“Just because I’m sitting here. Doesn’t mean anything.. You haven’t won.”

Namjoon didn't show much interest in your sour attitude. He merely shrugged. “Again, I'm not your enemy-I brought you because I was worried about you walking around at night by yourself.” He explained.

“Then you would have no problem finding me a place to stay.”

By no means does Namjoon owe you anything but behind your saucy behavior was just a plea for help and your cunning fianée knew it.

“Of course.”

“Wait-Really?” Keeping the tough attitude stride strong was different after Namjoon agreed to your terms. You didn’t expect him to actually indulge let alone oblige!

“If-”

Damn, Celebrated too quickly.

“ If you do me a small favor.” A sly grin hid in the corner of his mouth.

My, My look at how the tables have turned. “And what would that be?”

……..

“My Father’s library?”

“The lights are off,” Namjoon said in dismay.

“I know the passcode to the lock. I could just open it for you.” You were about to do so before Namjoon pulled you away by your hand.

“That’s breaking and entering,” Namjoon warned.

“ I don’t think my father would mind and I’m not breaking anything so I’m just entering plus whatever you want is in there and deals a deal.” You clarified, punching in the code.

You caught the shimmer in Namjoon’s eyes like this place was a type of paradise, making you raise the question. “ What are you looking for?” You got off your aching feet watching Namjoon scramble and search through millions of bookcases.

“Oh.” He paused, reaching into his waistcoat pocket to retrieve a pair of circular spectacles. Namjoon took a breath of satisfaction. “Much better.” For a reason, even I’m not quite sure, Namjoon held his stare towards you, maintaining it until he stood in front of your seated figure.

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to the punch, kneeling down before you. “ You must be chilly,” He wrapped his coat around your shoulders. “You’re stunning with and without my glasses.” He mumbled.

Speechless, You ogled his thick muscles as he continued his search. Fifteen-minute flew by and so did your will to stay awake. You woke up to movement but not your own as if you were resting on something-someone.

Your lashes fluttered open to Namjoon’s hands holding an open book, He hummed a soft tune while flipping the pages.

Your head was on his shoulder, honestly, you could stay like this forever but you held up your end of the bargain now it’s time to hold up his.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

Namjoon jumped a bit. “Oh, I thought you were still asleep, I didn’t want to wake you, and yes.”

“What’s so important about this book?”

“It's rare. Only a few exist in Korea. I searched up and low but to no avail and this library was my last chance to maybe find it.” He smiled putting his dimples on display. “ Thank you, Yn.”

You didn't realize how close you were until the tip of his nose touched yours.

“Pretty..” The words slipped off your tongue as you got lost in Namjoon’s big brown orbs.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled, knowing full well what you said.

“You're Welcome! That's what I said!-now, it’s time to fly the coop.” You stood.

Namjoon did the same. “Of course, Let’s go.”

9:56 PM, At The Lotte Hotel Seoul

“Woah, This place is beautiful.”

“Let’s get you in before anyone sees you,” Namjoon took your hand in his large one and rushed in.

….

Namjoon bid his farewell to you rapidly not wanting to blow your cover. “ I gave you my number just in case you find yourself in danger.”

You sighed about this entire day, sliding down into the soothing bubbly bathwater, You can’t help but think about Namjoon’s kindness even when you were acting all tough with him….and he’s very pretty with cute eyes, deep dimples, muscles-

You squeaked when his smile popped up in your head. Goodness, You could feel your cheeks overheating.

“No!” You slam your fist making a loud splash. “ You will not fall for him. What is this some cheesy drama?! I probably will never see him or his family again anyway.”

Mrs. Jeon

My Little Liar

One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Yandere Idol! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Use of Alcohol, Strong Language, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, and Denial

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You're Mine (Vol.7)- Cherry panties (Vol.9)

The beautiful choirs of the morning birds woke the sleepy individuals spread about the living room. Today is a special day. It's the day where BTS is no longer idols for a day but ordinary people, yep, which means no dispatch, no dance rehearsals, practice-nothing!

It's a BTS field day.

“Where should we go today?”

Namjoon had his heart set on the newly built library for some time now. However, Yoongi was in dire need of whiskey (He's on his last bottle.), Hoseok wanted to check the market, Seokjin heard there's a delicious buffet nearby, Taehyung and Jimin saw an old-fashioned arcade a little way from here, and Jungkook-

?...Jungkook?

The bunny stared off into space...which is nothing out of the ordinary but usually, He looks up at the ceiling, yet this time his doe eyes never left the staircase.

“Do you think she's awake?” He asked softly.

Hoseok groaned. “ He's a lost cause.”

“He’s always been one, to be fair,” Yoongi mumbled, snipping his coffee.

Jimin throws a suggestion. “ There's a local picnic area- I saw it when we arrived here. How about a picnic?”

The idea wasn't half bad; as a matter of fact, The plan for the evening was already in motion. Jin handled the food, Namjoon took the opportunity to check out the novel he had his heart set on, Yoongi aided Jin,

Hoseok rounded up all the entertainment while putting his faith in the two youngest to follow his direction keep guard on Jungkook.

“Is Yn coming along?” Jin asked. “ If so, I'm making desserts too. She will love my dasiks.” Jin sort of relishes having you as a house guest; You are positively the most adorable person he's ever laid eyes on Beside himself. Your eyes light up when you try something new, and you make cute noises and dance a little when you taste his food.

“Right. Umm-Jimin wouldn't mind heading up there and asking her?” Hoseok needed an extra head packing the car. “Hey, Jungkook, Help me carry this food to the car.”

Obstinately, JungKook assisted his hyung, and Jimin made his way upstairs.

Always remembering minding his manners, Jimin knocked first. “ Come in.” You were utterly breathtaking like the night before; You were wearing a floral design dress that flattered your chubby curves and heeled sandals that made you eye height with Jimin. “ I'm sorry If I'm too flashy. I have never seen such nice clothes-”

“ You look amazing.” Jimin blurted.

“Aww, That's sweet of you to think so.”

“I’m guessing you heard us from downstairs. Well-Ugh, We are ready when you are.” Jimin was a giggling mess; He cursed himself, feeling the temperature on his face surge the more you stared at him; he then gave awkward thumbs up before booking downstairs to relay the message to Hyung.

The returning sound of footsteps made you giggle. “Did you forget about something-?” You turned around to find Jungkook; you quite harshly shooed him away. “Oh, It's you.” You shunned him. “Get lost, Bunny boy, before I tell Jin.”

Even with a loaded threat, Jungkook leaned against the door frame, holding a lovey-dovey twinkle in his eyes even with a laden threat. He didn't intend on staying long.

“Good Morning.” He smiled, retrieving his jacket then returning to his hyungs.

“Good Morning?”

.....

This morning is more than bizarre. Jungkook isn't a giggling mess at the sign of you. Instead, he’s been pretty well-behaved...Why?. You can't help but think Jungkook is hatching a plot to get you alone to himself-

“ I think this is a perfect spot.” Having the opinion of the grass or a table, Jimin chose the table.

While the boys set up the picnic, you settled at a different table to not arouse suspicion you’re with them to potential ‘Army.’

“Hello.”

You look up to a handsome man greeting you. “ Oh, Hello”

“May I sit here?” There are a lot of open picnic tables, but there is no harm in sharing your table.

“Of course.” You offer some room, yet the skin to skin contact is inevitable.

"Ha-Jun" He offered you a friendly shake.

“Oh, I’m Yn.” You politely shook his hand. You clear your throat at the awkward silence between the two of you. His hands are big.

“Are you from around here?”

“No-I’m just um visiting. It’s so beautiful here.” More like being held hostage.

“ I assume so-You’re beauty is quite otherworldly.” Ha-Jun beamed at the heat steaming off your face.

“Oh-ha ha, I um thank you.” You could have sworn it was supposed to be a cool day, yet it’s grown hot all of a sudden.

“Jungkook, Come help start the fire. I wasted my faith in Hoseok; whenever the fire flare-up, He ends up running away from it. Please help, or we will never get to roast marshmallows.” Yoongi begged, but Jungkook didn’t hear him.

His Jealousy was much louder.

“Kookie, What’s wrong, boy?” Taehyung teased, speaking to Jungkook as if he were a dog. Taehyung solved the puzzle when he finally tracked Jungkook’s stare. “Oh boy.”

Like Clockwork, Jimin joined in on the peep show bringing three curious hyungs with them, leaving Yoongi alone as if he gives a damn.

“I’m sorry if I’m being nosey, but why are you here alone?” He sighed before adding a follow-up comment. “ It’s much nicer with someone to keep you company.”

You chuckled. “An Introvert like myself would say otherwise. I enjoy my own company.”

Ha-Jun has taken back..a little that is-Never has he met a woman with a quick tongue; most of them just giggle away. “Ah, you’re an introvert; huh, then you know what we extroverts love to do?”

“Kidnap you.” He answered, Standing up and gently taking your hand, bringing you up to your feet. “ And I know just where I am taking you. A lovely noodle shop.”

This is the part where you snatch your hand away and say-

“Ooh! I always wanted to try black noodles!”

Wait What!? Jungkook’s eyes widen twice their size. As he watched you run off with another man.

Jin returned after giving a closer view.

“When did you leave?” Hobi observed Jin hiking back up to their picnic spot.

Jin was verbally about his exciting discovery. “ Woah! He’s that handsome actor from the new drama; everyone’s raving. Um-Bad and Crazy?”

“ Wi Ha-Joon?!” The two youngest swarmed the oldest. “ Calling him handsome is an understatement,” Jimin added as Taehyung nodded to his preaching.

Outside the fanboy circle, Jungkook studied where you once sat. What did he have that Jungkook didn’t? Muscles? He’s ripped from head to toe. A pretty smile? Army loves his bunny teeth. Style? Everything he wears becomes iconic and sells out in seconds. Attractiveness? Please! Have you seen him on the cover of Vogue?!

The mystery made him itch…badly.

……

Sharing a meal with a handsome stranger was never on your bucket list, yet you are here. To make matters even weirder, People can’t keep their eyes off the two of you, but as much as you guys laughed and ate, you hardly noticed until Wa-Joon’s phone lit up via messenger.

He nearly chokes on his fourth bowl after seeing the time. “ I was supposed to be back on set an hour ago!”

Your eyes widen, looking at the orange sky. “ Oh no!” All you could think about is the boys; they must be worried sick.

Wa-Joon paid for your meal and took off again with your hand in his, assuming you wanted to tag along, but to his dismay, you squeaked out a “ Wait.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” He was embarrassed, dragging you around like a ragdoll. “I didn’t want this day to end so early.”

His puppy eyes made your heart ping. “ As much as I would like to come with you. I have to get home-...My brothers are probably looking for me.”

“Do you want me to walk you back?”

Goodness, He’s a sweetie. “ No-No, You’re already late because of me.”

He humbly smiled, denying you for blaming yourself. Ha-Joon ran off, waving goodbye until he was out of sight.

Staring out into a sunset so pretty, You decided to take the detour back to the park. Your heels clicked against the pavement; You found yourself falling head over heels for wherever you were.

The streets were laced with beautiful lights and decorations enjoyed by the lovely couples under the falling sun. “Flower’s Park.” The park lived up to its name, nothing but gorgeous flowers from here on through.

A pristine paradise like this would be an old wive’s tail. There are very few places in America that maintain cleanness; however, they couldn’t hold a candle to this paradise-

“Pretty!” A flushed face girl hiccuped her way to you; she stuttered, stumbled off her feet and onto you. “You’re a foreigner! We don’t see foreigners as pretty as you in this part of town.” She giggled

She would know about pretty; her looks resemble a doll. Perfection.

“Hey?! You're not screaming when you see me.-You don’t know me?” She squeaked, becoming more and more excited to have the pleasure of meeting you by the minute. “ If that’s your case, I’m Jennie.”

“Jennie.” You repeated with an inviting smile. “I’m Yn.”

“Your outfit is the cutest. Where did you get it?”

Truth be told. This is one of the outfits Jungkook bought you. “ This old thing, I can’t remember if I tried.” You tittered. “But I’m sure it would look better on you.”

“We both would look amazing.” Jennie sassed playfully.

“Jennie!”

“Why is she so fast when she’s drunk?”

Three other gorgeous girls chased behind Jennie.

“Rose, Lisa, and Jisoo!” Jennie cheered, but the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Shh! Come on, Jennie, we’ve been looking for you. Let’s go.”

One of the three peeled Jennie off your side just for her to yank away and return to your side, this time cuddling you in her arms.

She makes a pretty pout. “That’s rude; She’s-Yn’s my new friend. I’m not going unless I can take her with us.”

Obviously, There was no way in hell they were going to let a complete stranger join-

“Fine, but We have to hurry up. We only have a few hours of free time before heading to rehearsal.”

“Yay! Let’s go.” Jennie snatched your arm while running off.

…..

Damn it, Where is she?! Jungkook searched high and low to no avail. Sunlight was limited, and you were nowhere to be found. It felt like his brain was splitting in half; the thought of you being with someone or alone was unbearable.

“ I’m in the mood for dancin’, romantic’' You sang and danced to your heart's desire, drunk on euphoria and-soju. “ Ooh, I'm givin’ it all tonight.” You pressed pause when your favorite bunny came into your peripheral vision. “Kookie!”

You rushed into his arms, giggling up a storm as you laced your arms around his neck. “ I love this song! Come dance with me!” You pulled and tugged, but Jungkook didn't budge.

Jungkook's heart thumped through his shirt. He was three notches from exposing himself just to kiss those plump ruby lips of yours; instead, he hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Whoa!” You hiccuped. “ Oh, Kookie, We’re leaving already? Bye Jennie. Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“I missed you, Kookie.” Your lips pecked Jungkook's temple.

You were drunk out of your mind; He was well aware you would never speak this way if you were sober, but a thought popped up. Alcohol only helps people say what they are genuinely feeling, right?! Does this mean you've been lying to his face the whole time?

He chuckled, stroking the back of your thighs. “I missed you too, My Little Liar.”

Our little wife

The adrenaline of the past (BS)

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Mafia! BTS X Chubby! Reader

Angst, Infidelity, and Fluff

Your not that useless…I guess Ch 2

The Kim residence is a mystery to most but to those nosy soccer moms. There was gossip about a good sum of handsome gentlemen residing in the rather large dwelling. However, no one has any actual proof. Well, until she tagged along. A pretty little thing with eyes that shimmer like gems and a smile that could make any man weak to their knees.

Her innocent charm enchanted the youngest of the Kim family. Jungkook, age nineteenth at the time, fell head over heels for the naive angel. Pain, lies, and deception encased him in an airtight bubble since his youth, yet the slightest gentlest poke disappeared by your cute chubby fingertips. Bonded by his love of sweets your two fates clashed into one at a local bakery.

" Kookie! " she waved him down from their favorite booth in the back even though the little lady would desire the window view. Maybe his skin is sensitive to harsh sunlight.

"Creampuff." At first, the nickname caught you by surprise, but you grew the love it.

How could an outfit as plain as a White V-neck shirt and jeans make him a walking dream?Not to mention, his right side was newly decorated to his liking.

" You cut your hair." She admired his locks. "and you got new tattoos." She can't resist touching the permanent artwork on his bicep.

Jungkook hid his ears. “It's nothing. It's nothing-What about you? You look beautiful.”

You blocked his sight of your face with your sun hat. In Jungkook’s words- in his head. Just calling you beautiful doesn’t serve you Justice. It's going to sound cheesy, he can't imagine his world without you.... or his dear husbands at home.

...

You have to remember where most people would have common sense in our dear lady was none the wiser. A perfect example, Jungkook The devil haven't had the opportunity to mention his sweetheart to well his - sweethearts, his frequent absence raise suspicious, The accusations were casted out after a simple explanation from JungKook. Of course, he fibbed. He just needed more time. However, one day his time ran out when he fell and was on bed rest. While being babied at home,Jungkook unaware his doom rounding the corner.

Yn's heels clicked down the sidewalk to Jungkook's front door with only good intentions. The door swing open before she had the chance to knock she was met eye level with a buff chest.

" I'm headed out for a jog, Jagiya!"

" Ok,be back in time for lunch,Joonie"

Maybe, this is the wrong address. She attempted to step back not realizing she's on the edge of the stairs. She would have been terribly injured if i it wasn't for Joonie quick wits. He pulled her to safety.

" Are you lost, Miss?" his eyes were just plain brown, yet she felt as if she were melting.

He was Tall, Dark, and beyond handsome. His hair was boldly short, an underrated hairstyle on this side of the hemisphere, and he had meat on his bones. He and Kookie must workout together?

She snapped back to earth when he cleared his throat. " I'm sorry to be a bother, but does my Jungkookie live here.”

Naturally, The word “My.” following Jungkook’s name was appalling to Joonie despite holding his tongue. “Kookie?” You didn't seem like the type to start trouble observing from your cherry pop lunch bag, probably to aid his ill husband.

“Yes.” She nodded, respectfully. “He’s sick and made lunch some food that might help.”

Nevertheless, Joonie was already hot on the Jungkook's trail of lies, He just needed proof, and lord beholds, she was delivered right to their doorstep.

His Mistress, The pretty little homewrecker who's daring enough to even home to their home!

“Yes. He is-Please come in.” Joonie welcomed you with a plastic smile.

.....

He wanted to protect her at all costs! She's only been there for five minutes; seeing the world through her eyes melted his heart. She's so innocent, blind to the cruel world he was raised in.

She wasn't part of Jungkook's infidelity, merely an unwilling pawn who fell for him. Joonie had no choice but tell her the truth.

“You're his husband!?” She gasped. “I’m so sorry; I didn't know he was married-if. I did-I wouldn't have-I couldn't have.” Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Joonie found it irresistible to deny her comfort. He switched couches and gently brought her into an embrace. “ It's okay. Don't cry, Miss.” He cooed.

She smells sweet. Joonie's mind roamed as her tears soaked his favorite sportswear shirt.

“Joonie, I'm headed out for more cough drops.”

Just in the nick of time, Jungkook dumbfoundedly stood in the living room. This heart sunk into his stomach seeing you in tears in his husband's arms and Joonie's stare burning a hole in his face.

“You!” You cried, marching in Jungkook's space. “ You-! You're married!? And to think I loved you with all my heart. When your nothing but a two-faced... Bastard!”

Slap!

Jungkook's cheek burned hot red, and her handprint marked his cheek.

She closed the front door with a slam!

...........To be Continue

Our Little Wife

The adrenaline of the past (BS) (Final)

Being Korea's deadliest kingpins made seven men into untouchable demons, yet their little wife is made out of sugar and spice?

Mafia! BTS x Chubby! Reader

Strong Language, Blood, Nudity, Manhandling, and A not so angelic Jimin

Jungkook,You Bastard. Ch 1

"We leave for a week on business, and Jung kook and namjoon are at each other's throats. Before we left, they were all love-Dovey - are you listening, Yoongi."

"Jungkook fell in love with a girl." Yoongi calmly responds, searching for a comfortable spot to rest his head.

Jin crawled by Yoongi's side. "Really?"

"Yep, instead of telling her right away or doing what Taehyung did with Jimin bringing her to meet us. He kept our marriage a secret."

"That doesn't sound like Kookie; maybe he got nervous about telling her. Our relationship isn't the norm, you know." Jin defends his bunny; though Jungkook's line of work is hellacious, he is never known to be a liar.

"Well, Bunny boy will have to figure his way out of this... Let's pray he doesn't do anything stupid."

Sadly, Yoongi didn't knock on wood because Jungkook was about to do something dreadfully stupid at the Ln's residence. He is abusing his assassin training to the fullest extent to ease his way through Yn's tight quarters.

Unaware of Jungkook's presence, Yn decided to end the rather stressful and pathos day in a hot bubble bath perfectly matched with Hershey's kisses and continue her favorite drama.

Chocolate helps heal all wounds, some say.....Their liars like him.

"Married." Everything felt so surreal; this morning, she was so hopelessly in love she was walking on sunshine, but now the forecast only calls for a nonstop downpour." the third teen missed calls from KoOkiE. "She mocked.

"You at least hear me out before giving me the cold shoulder."

Their eyes met and held contact but only for a second before Jungkook lost the war of temptation and ogled Yn's partially bubble-covered body.

Yn could feel the heat of embarrassment. "Get out, get out, get out!!" she cried.

Crash! The sound of glass shattering and Jungkook's pain-filled hissed.

In pure ignorance, She failed to realize the last object being launched was her cup. Her heart sunk as the crimson liquid rushed down from his left brow. She gasped.

Jungkook pinched his left eye close shut, preventing the blood from seeping in." I love you, Creampuff."

.....

"We should be taking you to the hospital!?"

Jungkook clicks his tongue at the saturation napkin. "Don't worry about me; just get dressed, Puff."

"Shit, That hurts." He mumbled, Aish, I might need stitches, and the only one allowed to patch me up is Hyung. He's going to kill me if I come home bloody again.

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook. I didn't mean to" Jungkook cut her off by snaking his arms around her chubby waist.

"I deserved-" Jungkook sighed. "I know you want an explanation about earlier today, but I think it would be better if I showed you."

The cost of her agreement was Jungkooks pride; upon his knees, he pulled off her nightgown and begged. Along with a splash of her own guilt for adding a new addition to the scar museum he calls his body.

1:53 am

Six painstakingly handsome men bombarded Jungkook's countless scolding remarks revolving around him having to get stitches for the fourth time this week.

On the other hand, the little misses sat on the other side of the room, bewildered by the number of people in this family.

Jungkook came clean about everything; he explained his bizarre poly and open relationships with his husbands. Apparently, five months prior, they welcomed a newcomer by the name of Jimin, who didn't take to kindly to her.

"I swear this family grows every time I take a nap." Yoongi yawned. "Seems I was the only one ready for bed." He referred to her delicate baby blue nightgown.

Embarrassed, She flitted the hem of her gown.

Days swift to months and eventually years, Years filled with an unexpected plot twist stabbing normality out of her life. Her status was changed from Ms. to Mrs; the job she worked so hard to maintain was considered redundant, and so was her home.

Slowly yet surely, she fell into a state of submission, blinded by the word " love." The new wife never saw a reason to question her husbands when something was a miss.

Nevertheless, like the beginning statement, She isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, unable to spot the duality of her husbands. She should have realized this the morning of their honeymoon.

The crisp December air nipped her arm.

The window was opened. 

In the middle of winter, she cringes at the overbearing sunlight. Their shared bed was empty. Where did they disappear to? She thought of the kind jester preparing breakfast before they returned; walking down the corridor, a random door caught her attention.

The forbidden room, The first rule of the household is under no circumstances is she not allowed to step foot in that room, but since nobody’s here, maybe just a peek wouldn’t hurt-

“You must love getting in trouble.” Her hand didn’t get the opportunity to touch the cold knob before a voice reached out to her.

Unimpressed, Jimin stared her down. “How stupid are you?” He snatched her wrist up with a bruising grip, dragging her downstairs.

“Ow, You're hurting me.”

“Cook, I'm starving.” Jimin released his grip after arriving at the kitchen.

She rubbed her sore wrist, relinquishing prince Jimin. The atmosphere was so thick it could be sliced in half; Jimin made it clear he hated her guts but the reasoning he doesn't know himself. 

……

It’s been nine hours; I thought they would be home by now. Being home alone with Jimin is unnerving; I feel like I’m walking on eggshells while anywhere near him. Why didn’t they take him wherever they went?

A series of heavy coughing followed by a thump caused her to jump out of her bed and rush downstairs to see Jimin collapse on the kitchen floor.

“Jimine!” Jimin's body felt like he was boiling inside, perspiring heavily. 

Thinking quickly on her feet, She remembered another rule of theirs, “In any case of emergency, always call Mr. Park Sangwoo; he's our private doctor.”

The line was busy; I feared he was too. Jimin is still subdued. Maybe 911 would have been the brightest idea. 

“This is the master Kim’s residence.” 

“Yes.Yes! Jimin is ill, and his skin is on fire-I don't know what do-”

The same voice on the phone appeared behind me. “Move aside, Madam; he's going to be alright.” 

He scared me! Where did he come from, and how did he get in?! 

Not wanting to hover over the shoulder of a working man to distract my nerves, I made porridge and medical tea and headed back upstairs to check on the doctor.

“Just what the doctor ordered.” He joked. “ Mr.Park will be alright; He just has the flu-I took the liberty of contacting Mr.Namjoon to put up his prescription.” Sangwoo sent a warm smile my way before showing himself out.

Yn watched over the sleeping flower until her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep. 

“Aint this cute.”

“Hyung, Quick, take a picture.”

Familiar voices made the little wife stir, fluttering her lashes. Her other husbands welcomed her. “Your back!” She threw herself into someone close. Taehyung. “I was worried; who do you think you are leaving without saying anything.”

He flashed her a smile before kissing her temple. “ You're so cute, Honeypot.” Sweeping her off her feet into a bridal hold.

Namjoon spoke up. “Mr. Sangwoo told me about Jimin’s condition and how helpful you were.” He gave his head pats and took her full off Taehyung’s hands, holding her the same style. “You did so well. I’m proud of you.” He kissed her lips. 

“Creampuff!”

“Kookie!” 

She leaped out of Namjoon’s arms and rushed into Jungkook’s as he spun her around. “Mwah.”

They kissed.

“You don’t have to guess who’s her favorite,” Yoongi mumbled to the rest for them just to nod in agreement.

As you can guess, Jimin regained conscience within a few hours- He felt a little better, but he was still sick. “ I want some tea.” He muttered to himself. 

“Don’t get up, Jimine,” She scolded, holding a silver tray with delicious hot broth and a cup of medicine tea. “We made dinner.”

Jimin hmphed, ignoring her existence. 

She sighed, setting down the tray. “Listen, Jimin, I don’t know what you have against me, but even if you hate my guts, the feeling is not mutual; I love you. I know you’re a good man and a good husband, even if it’s not to me.” While taking her leave, Jimin jerked her onto the bed. 

Where their lips met, followed by Jimin muttering a soft apology. 

She giggled. “ It’s okay.”

The Lost Korean Soldier Vol. 3

Hello Stranger

A woman stumbles upon an unconscious man in a park, and her life jumps from ordinary to extraordinary!

Jeongukk x Chubby! Reader

Gaslighting, Strong Language, and JK being adorable

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“Dong Yeon”

He looks just as yummy as the day he left...Oh, right, he left you. You pulled away from his strong arms and attempted to play it cool.

“Farwell.” You wasted your breath on a goodbye that wasn't coming anytime soon. He didn't want you to leave.

He held you back by your forearm. “Please wait- I know you still hate me, but I worry about you and want to know if you're doing okay.”

It’s odd how a small sentence can cause a mental breakdown.

You jerk your arm out of his grip. “Worried!?” You caught yourself and took in a deep breath before exhaling. “ I'm great, Dong Yeon. How is your millionaire business doing?”

He ignored your passive aggression. “It's been over two years, and that's all you have to say to me....after disappearing off the face of the earth.”

“Listen, Ding Dong; Unlike most people, I'm a big important Ceo which means if I'm late for work. I'm getting fired, so I'm going to leave now. Bye.”

Your heels clicked as you walked.

“Woah!” You heard him in disbelief. “You are so childish.”

It looks like your going to have to call out sick. “ I'm childish!” You made your way to his face.

“Yea! Who else would I be talking about?!”

“ How am I childish?! When you are the one who abandoned me and then tried to play the victim when I don't want anything to do with you.”

He grew silent. You watched his Adam apple jump.

“I don't have time for this- between you and Jeongukk, I'm bound to go bald.”

“Jeongukk?”

“Bye, Dong Yeon.” You finally took your leave.

Forty minutes after you get chewed out by your boss.

A ruckus blasted from the first floor catching the attention of your most nosiest coworkers.

“Let him in.” They cheered from your floor. “He's so pretty.”

“ I know.”

The guard sighed in distress. “ Ladies, please-...Sir, I can't let you in.”

“ I heard you the first time, but the thing is, I'm not fond of being told what to do soo.” He sprang over the vital card gate. “ Peachy!”

You gasped at his voice. “ Is he crazy?” You jumped from your chair, joining the crowd. You were a hairline away from breaking your neck how fast you ran to Jeongukk's aid.

“Peachy!” He smiled, rushing behind you. “ Tell him to get lost!”

You calmly explained to the guard that Jeongukk was sick in the head. “I'm so sorry for causing you trouble.”

“What is he to you?” He furrowed his brows. An expression Jeongukk mirrored.

“Boyfriend!” Jeongukk shouted in broken English.

“You have a death wish?” You turned to Jeongukk for a split second.

He giggled as a response and even went the extra mile to wrap his arms around your waist.

......

Apparently, You weren't aware it was your children to workday because this is how it feels.

At 2:00 pm sharp, it's quitting time. The stress of working and keeping Jeongukk out of trouble takes a toll on your body. You sighed, desiring a hot bath and a nap.

“My feet are killing me.” You huffed.

You squeaked at being carried suddenly. “Put me down.”

Jeongukk hushed you, pressing your head against his chest. “Take a nap until we get home.”

The sound of Jeongukk's soft heartbeat was a lullaby; unable to overthrow your heavy eyelids; you fell into a deep sleep.

When you woke up, instead of being at home, you were instructed to another handsome gentleman who claims to know Jeongukk.

“Kim.Taehyung!” The man patted his chest. “We've been friends for years. How could you say you don't know me?!”

Dark angels, fallen.

Demons.

Vampire playboys.

Surrendering body, soul and spirit.

How did you end up entangled with them.

Hoseok's voice still echoes in your head, to leave this place, this mausoleum.

A place where death himself fears to enter.