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hold on

summary: a night where jungkook just wants to give, give and give and he wants you to realize that you can take it all.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, tw! mentions of sickness, oc is sick and koo just wants to take care of her :((

a/n: because im terribly sick and i need a koo :] okty for reading byeeeee <3 inspired by new years day :)))

jungkook squeezes your hand when you wrap your arms around him. he glances at your zoned out state in the rear view mirror, your sunken eyes visible through the helmet's protective glass. you force your eyes into crescents when you lock gazes, wrapping your arms around him even more tighter. you gesture at the bright green light, prompting him to get home as quickly as possible.

he had mentioned your voice being croakier and your frequent intake of warm fluids. you blamed it on the change of weather, ignoring the fact you were working overtime again. he pointed out your headaches overstaying their welcome, noticing the painkillers from the medicine box disappearing quickly. for instance, this morning, you stifled coughs and said your incessant sneezing was because of the temperature of the aircon. you kissed him goodbye and promised to be back on time for samgyeopsal and soju night.

there was a faint inkling of your monthly tradition not happening but jungkook pushed it aside, putting it on his never-ending worry for your vulnerability to common colds and sore throats. he expected the phone call from you to remind him to stock up on apples and bananas, not you sniffling and asking him quietly if he could pick you up. legitimately dropping everything he had at the moment, firm yet gentle voice telling you to hold on.

"feeling feverish, darling? should i get out our winnie blanket?"

you smile at him referring to your favourite childhood blanket as his own too, lifting your head to look at his concerned face. you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. jungkook gets the big blanket in minutes, tucking you in almost immediately. after his nimble fingers finish wrapping you up, you lean your forehead to his chest, tired eyes closing at the sudden lull of warmth.

"soup, my love? it'll soothe your throat and your cold," he asks after a while of quiet cuddling. you shake your head and clear your throat, "just give me the fever reducer and i'll just sleep it off, koo."

his gentle features turn stoic slowly, miffed at the fact you're pushing away your sickness like an irritating strand of hair. jungkook reluctantly pulls away from you, kissing your forehead and promising to be back in a few. you figure he's gone to get the pill like you asked, closing your eyes to give yourself a bit of shutdown for a while.

your beloved walks back to you fast asleep, finally. you're adorable in the way you're wrapped, your overworked body getting some rest after a long time. jungkook puts the soup he made in a flask, keeping the warm water and tablet aside. he slips under the covers with you, lips brushing against your heated forehead. cradling your head to his chest, he too follows you slowly into dreamland.

"koo, it's unnecessary, i really don't-"

"shush, you're beginning to sound like a frog and not the kermit way."

jungkook doesn't understand why you're practically pushing him away when he tries to take care of you. he eventually gets you to finish the soup and the toasted bread you requested for. carefully taking the tablet out of it's plastic packaging and pouring the right amount of water, he finds your back turned towards him, suddenly interested in your wallpaper.

knowing that gentle words won't get him anywhere, he shifts you so you're facing him and sitting up, fingers swiping lazily while playing subway surfers. jungkook pauses the game, practically shoving the warm glass tumbler into your hand. silently popping the tablet and chugging the warm water, you hand the glass back, waiting until his focus is back on you again.

"its getting late, you can go back home, you know that, right?"

"i'm still not leaving," he looks at you, "no matter how many times you try to subtly hint it."

"you don't have to do this," you hold his large hands for comfort.

"but i want to," he says resolutely, "i want to make sure you get better and see that you do nothing while being this sick."

jungkook leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing and letting out a sigh of relief when he feels the decreasing heat from you. he kisses your nose, pulling you into his lap.

"i know that you had to do all this on your own but that's not happening anymore, i won't let that happen."

he lifts your chin so you're looking at his galaxy-like eyes, "let me take care of you, please. you did the same and more when i was in your place and now it's my turn. hold onto me, sweetheart." he cups your cheek, his soft lips pressing kisses on your head, "i love you so much, angel."

you want to verbalize your thoughts, tell him that it means so much to you that he's willingly taking care of you. that it's heartwarming he'd rather stay at home with you instead of going out for abit of weekend fun. you're falling deeper for him and you trust him enough to catch you.

you hope and pray that he doesn't become someone you have to walk past in a busy street, heart hurting when he's far gone. you hope you're always there when he turns to you when he's at his happiest and that your arms are always open when the path he takes becomes too long. you find it extremely hard to tell this to him so you hope it permeates into him when you say,

"i love you and i'll always hold on for you."

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin

whole damn world

summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.

wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)

a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]

"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"

"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."

you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.

"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"

"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.

"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.

your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.

"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.

you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.

you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.

you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.

you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"

you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.

jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.

"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.

"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.

jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk ; @starlight-1010

whole damn world

summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.

wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)

a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]

"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"

"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."

you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.

"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"

"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.

"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.

your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.

"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.

you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.

you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.

you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.

you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"

you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.

jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.

"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.

"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.

jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk ; @starlight-1010

remedy

summary: "i think, just think, if you stay here, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: jeon jungkook rotting my brain fluff

wc: 875 words (tiny baby)

a/n: lmao look who's back because she fell asleep on jungkook's live (like literally my phone was on my face) also for this story's sake, this took place in the dark of morning and not the dawn :] also, also, there's a spoiler for the pale horse by agatha christie in here :P happy 10 years everybody! here's to more ♡

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"how was the book, my love?"

you trip over the soft rug placed infront of the bathroom door, startled that your boyfriend's still awake at 3:33 a.m. you figured he would fall asleep after watching spiderverse reels and coming up with tons of theories about the final movie of the trilogy. jungkook lies on your side of the bed, fluffy mop of dark hair covering his tired eyes. you take your time with your skincare routine, describing the agatha christie you've been reading for the past 2 and a half hours, knowing it was gonna be a long night anyway.

"it was thallium poisoning, koo, not witchcraft. i never knew your hair could fall out in clumps because of that." you gently massage the serum into your face, looking around from the mirror to jungkook's gaze on you, slight smile playing on his pierced lips.

"did you put this before heading to bed, koo?" he moves his head absentmindedly, eyes darting from the small bottle in your hand to your face back again. you take it as a yes, meticulously placing the bottle in its designated place. you all but rush to bed, sneaking under the covers to his side of the bed.

your beloved shifts from lying to his side to on his tummy, chin placed on his special neck pillow, cheeks getting squished from his hands holding up his head. you scoot closer to him, brushing the bangs away from his face. you finally catch the stars in his eyes, nose scrunching in delight at the impromptu head massage.

"what's on your mind, baby?" you mumble into his hair, when he finds his way to your chest, arms immediately wrapping around you tightly in the softest way possible. "dunno," you feel his shoulders go up and down when shrugs, "there's always something up there now, you know?" he practically buries his face in your neck, placing a chaste kiss here and there. his fingers trace their way all the way from your hipbone to your shoulder, fidgeting with the thin silver necklace holding the delicate pendant he had given you on your birthday.

"wanna sleep and at the same, i don't wanna," he pouts, moving away from you ever so slightly to look up at you. "and why is that?" you ask curiously, smiling at him shivering at the touch of your cold fingers at the back of his neck. jungkook gazes at your eyes boring into him like warm rays of sunshine after a sudden spring shower. your moon-like eyes turns into pretty crescents when the silence gets comfortable, your bodies blending into one for warmth, despite the sultry heat outside. jungkook flings his leg over you, practically intertwined with you like vines on a lamp-post. its like his mind has come to a standstill, in a good way. the million thoughts running in his head has suddenly ceased, all because of your firm yet tender hands on him, one playing with his hair absentmindedly and the other tracing hearts on the upper part of his tattoo sleeve.

jungkook knows, despite not answering your question, you see right through his silence. he has wondered and pondered, over countless nights and self made whiskey cocktails, what exactly plagues his mind to avoid him catching up on some shut eye. he is no stranger to insomnia, often finding himself with new hobbies to while away the time till he finally gets sleepy. he boxed, karaoke-d, cooked his way through it all, that is until, he found you.

his own personal remedy, in the form of the most emotive, sometimes amorous love. nights spent with you is new everyday, no matter the place or time. you both could be on the couch, tummies full and hearts content at 9:45 p.m and jungkook would find himself asleep within seconds, something he could rarely achieve by himself. your lingering touches are something he thought he could only dream of, often waking up to you rolled over to the other side of the bed, grumbling to himself about your adventurous sleeping habits, wondering why you could never stay in one place, knowing he's subject to your teases about the same everyday. he gently pulls you to him anyway, spooning you until he finds the warmth he was searching helplessly for so long in his dream-like state.

"i can only sleep well when you're here with me," he confesses, a whisper into the dark space you both fondly call home. you catch his doe eyes on you, the night lights from outside never failing to enhance the galaxies you wake up to and sleep to everyday. jungkook clasps the back of your shirt in his hand, a subtle sign that he's succumbing to sleep's heavy hold.

"i think, just think, if you, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."

your hand immediately resumes it's precious job, chuckling slightly at his quiet request of a head massage. his eyelashes flutter when his eyelids betray his mind, wanting one last look at you before he sees you again. before you know it, he's snoring away to dreamland in your arms, where you trust you'll meet him soon.

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taglist: @soobhyun ; @september-husband ; @snoozeagustd ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentofyourlife ; @jjkeverlast ; @nlsonsprings ; @starlight-1010 ; @swga-ficrecs ; @zharoszn

whole damn world

summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.

wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)

a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]

"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"

"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."

you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.

"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"

"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.

"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.

your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.

"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.

you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.

you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.

you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.

you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"

you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.

jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.

"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.

"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.

jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk ; @starlight-1010

whole damn world

summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.

wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)

a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]

"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"

"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."

you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.

"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"

"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.

"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.

your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.

"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.

you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.

you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.

you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.

you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"

you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.

jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.

"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.

"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.

jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"

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cravings 🥞

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summary: you and jungkook are just best friends, but that doesn’t stop you from yearning for more.

warnings: f reader, curse words, fluffy!!, not edited well

word count: ~4.2k

a/n: trying to get back into writing, but tbh this is kinda rushed and i’m so sorry for that 😭 jin’s return is so so soon, and ik it’s not a jin one shot, but enjoy this mediocre warm up.

*does mention sweeney todd musical, no spoilers but some characters mentioned*

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jungkookie: 🍪: did u get my text

you: ...maybe

jungkookie 🍪: so?

You sigh, mentally debating whether or not you want to go. Tomorrow night is your school's theatre performance that you and Jungkook are going to see together. As much as you were looking forward to it, Jungkook had asked to go out to eat afterwards. which meant that you two would probably end up going with a bunch of others (due to Jungkook's popularity) leading you to do two things that you absolutely hated: staying up late and having to socialize with other people. But, on the other hand, you didn't want to disappoint Jungkook. You know that if you don’t go he wouldn't either, and would end up taking you home instead. While he acted as though he didn’t mind, you knew that he likes to hang out with his friends. And, since he is always with you, you feel guilty if he doesn’t get to hang out with others. So, you decide to suck it up and go, only for Jungkook's sake.

you: okay i'll go out after 

jungkookie 🍪: yay ur the best!!

Seeing Jungkook's enthusiastic response made you sigh. Why did you have to have a crush on your best friend? Those hopeful eyes and gorgeous smile have always made you wistful, hoping that maybe, someday, you could tell him the truth. But, alas, you're stuck with admiring him in your heart.

you: yeah yeah whatever

you: see you tomorrow @6 

jungkookie 🍪: see u tomorrow!

Well, it is what it is. At least you get to spend more time with Jungkook. Sighing, you turn off your phone and resort to your favorite pastime: binge-watching youtube kpop compilations. You know there are a million other things you could be doing (homework being one of them) but who doesn't love to watch a bunch of (hot) idiots goof around? 

~

The next day, school goes by in a blur of the usual 'pretending to pay attention but actually talking to friends’ ritual. 

Your to do list grows but you manage to ignore it. That's a later problem.

The first problem right now is picking an outfit for the performance tonight. Your closet looks like it threw up on your bed, and it’s definitely going to be a pain in the ass to pick up all these clothes. At this point all you want to do is curl up with a book and forget about going at all.

Your mom pokes her head in and says "Going somewhere special tonight?"

"No," you respond, starfished on the bed, hardly visible with the piles of clothes. “Just the school musical." 

"Oh right, well, enjoy that honey. Are you going out afterwards?" Your mom asks. 

"Yes," you groan, throwing a hand over your face. 

"Okay...well have fun. You’re only a teenager once!" With that, your mom leaves you to your fashion dilemma. 

Eventually you settle on a cute sweater with your favorite pair of jeans. Casual but also dressed up just enough to hopefully impress Jungkook.

After a quick snack (eating afterwards will definitely be a big affair, so no dinner) you head out after getting a text from Jungkook.

jungkookie 🍪: i’m here hurry up 

you: i'm coming. learn to have some patience 

jungkookie 🍪: just get your ass out here 

"Bye mom!" you shout, grabbing your purse and dashing out the door.

"Bye sweetie! Have fun!" 

You get into Jungkook's passenger seat and shut the door.

"You need to learn to wait five seconds," you say, shoving him.

"But what's the fun in that?" Grinning, he pulls out of the driveway. 

You two jam out to the radio on the way to the theatre, you stealing glances at his side profile. His button nose and full lips paint the perfect portrait. How can someone be so heavenly? 

Pulling into a spot, Jungkook asks you, "So what exactly is this musical about?" 

"Jungkook!" you scold, "I told you to look up a synopsis before coming to watch!" 

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't have time. I assume that it's about a man named Sweeney Todd?" (a/n: sweeney todd is underestimated)

You roll your eyes at Jungkook, then grab his arm.

"Let's just go. I hope they have a summary in the program." 

After showing your tickets you two grab a program and go find your seats. You had forced Jungkook to get decently close seats, much to his complaints. 

"But y/nnnn I don't want to be that close to the pit...my ears will literally die!" 

"Suck it up, buttercup. I want to be able to see it up close, you know I love live theatre." 

Jungkook pouts, but secretly loves how much you adore musicals.

"Okay, right here! Row C." You and Jungkook go to the middle and get settled.

"You know I'm only here for you, right?" Jungkook asks, flipping through his program. 

Your heart stutters.

"What about supporting Jimin?" You ask, trying to ignore the question. The theatre nerd is one of Jungkook's close friends, and in the ensemble. 

“Jimin doesn't care whether or not I’m here," Jungkook says, finding the blonde's photo in the program, "Besides, he gets enough attention from all the girls anyways." 

"Ha ha very funny. Did you find the summary?" you ask, reaching over to flip to the front area of the program and pointing to it. "Read. Now."

"Okay, okay, I'll read it." Jungkook starts reading it while acting overly shocked. “Wow…it takes place in London. Does that mean they have to fake a British accent?”

You sneakily snap a photo of him looking like an idiot and add it to your album 'kookie 🐰.' 

After Jungkook finishes reading it, he turns to you.

"Okay, y/n, I read the summary. Happy?" 

You nod. "Yes. Now I hope you can kinda understand what's happening." 

As soon as you finish saying that the lights dim halfway, and you know that it's going to start soon. 

"Did you take a picture of me?" Jungkook whispers as the orchestra starts warming up.

You feel your cheeks warm. Hopefully he can't see it in the dim lighting. 

"No?" you whisper, and it comes out as a question. 

"Why would you take a photo-" 

Before Jungkook can finish his question the music starts and you're thankful you don't have to answer him. 

"Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd...his skin was pale and his eye was odd...he shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again..."

~

A Little Priest finishes and the lights come up for intermission. 

"So, Jungkook, what did you think?" You gush, wanting to discuss all the details and songs.

"I think that Pirelli was a real dickhead, that's what," Jungkook says passionately.

"Shhh! Don't say that so loud. Yes, he was a dick, but he's not a problem anymore!" You look around subtly, hoping that no one heard Jungkook.

"Yeah yeah. I think that Lovett is pretty smart, but she's too infatuated with Sweeney. Like, girl needs to calm down a little."

If only he knew how much you were infatuated with him; you'd put Lovett to shame.

"Yeah...I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." You hurry out, suddenly sweating, and leaving a confused Jungkook behind.

In the bathroom you shut yourself in a stall to attempt to calm yourself down. Your beating heart does little to help, and you want so badly to tell Jungkook the truth. But you know that he probably doesn't feel the same way. I mean, why would he? He deserves to be with someone as amazing and perfect as him. You have your qualities, but they don’t compare to Jungkook’s. 

Steeling yourself you open the stall to go wash your hands and check yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks aren't tinted as much and after a quick fix of your hair you look normal. 

Taking a deep breath, you walk back to your seat. 

"Sorry, I just really had to go to the bathroom," you sheepishly say to Jungkook, who's looking at you strangely. 

"Mhm...okay. Anyways, what was your favorite song so far?" is the suspicious response. 

You don't think that Jungkook really believes your excuse, but he diverts the subject so you go along with it. 

~

After talking for the rest of intermission, act two starts. You take your focus off of Jungkook and enjoy the rest of the show.

Amidst the chaos with the lunatics, you leans over to whisper, "Jimin makes a really good crazy person."

Jungkook stifles his laugh, but it's true. Jimin makes the most demented face and has you questioning whether or not he's actually insane.

~

At the end of the show you and Jungkook give the performers a standing ovation. 

"Woo!" You cheer, seeing the cast grin at each other.

When the house lights come up Jungkook drags you over to say hi to Jimin.

"Hey, great job! Y/n over here thought that your facial expressions were really funny." Jungkook elbows you playfully. 

You just awkwardly smile, as you only know Jimin through Jungkook.

"Well thank you, y/n. I try," Jimin responds, dramatically giving a bow.

You laugh a bit at that, making Jungkook grin.

"Hey, so y/n and I are going to go out to eat and I was wondering if you wanted to join us." There it goes. You knew Jungkook would want to hang out with other people, as he always does.

Little do you know that it's only because Jungkook is too nervous to be with you by himself.

"Sure, just let me put my mic away, change, and take this makeup off of me so I don't look like a clown," Jimin jokes. 

"You already look like one normally," Jungkook snarks, earning a shove and a "Shut the fuck up," from Jimin. 

"Well y/n and I will go get a table because we don't want to wait for your ass," Jungkook says, starting to leave. 

You wave at Jimin and he just winks, gesturing for you to follow Jungkook.

Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot. You turn on the music again, partly because you hate a silent car but mostly because you want to listen to Jungkook's angelic voice.

You then realize you don't even know where you're going to eat.

"Wait Jungkook where are we going?" you ask, but figure it out halfway through your question.

"Ihop of course! I know you crave late night breakfast," is the peppy reply. 

You are so lucky to have someone who knows you so well, but you don't want to force him to go there just because of your cravings. This always happens.

"Oh, well don't feel obligated to go there! We always go there because of me. Why don't we go somewhere for you this time?" you ask, trying to convince Jungkook.

He just stubbornly shakes his head and says "No, it's okay. I know how your cravings get, and I'm always in the mood for pancakes! Besides, I already told Jimin that's where we are going." 

You protest, but his stubbornness keeps you from arguing for long. He always wins.

Eventually you pull into the parking lot and hop out.

"So Jungkook...is it only us and Jimin?" you ask as said man checks his phone. Maybe you won't have to deal with a ton of people?

"No, sorry y/n. I know how you don't like a lot of people. Jimin invited some of the theatre people like Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung. And then they invited their friends, so Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jackson are all coming," Jungkook finishes, giving you a sympathetic look. (a/n, it’s always jackson, isn’t it?)

Ugh. Why did you have to have such a thoughtful best friend? 

"It's fine, Jungkook. Don't worry about it," you say, genuinely meaning it. Giving Jungkook a smile, you hope to ease his worries.

It works, as he grins back and gestures for you to follow him. 

Stepping inside Jungkook gets a table and then you both follow the waitress.

"Table for nine, right here. Would you like to wait for everyone to arrive before you order?" Asks the waitress.

"Yes, please," Jungkook replies.

You thank your waitress and then sit down on the end. Jungkook sits beside you.

"How long do you think it'll take for them to get here?" You ask, checking the time and seeing that it's 10:07. On a regular night you’ be curled up in bed either reading or binge watching a show.

"Soon. And if they don't then we'll just order without them," Jungkook says cheekily. 

Approximately ten minutes later the doors to Ihop burst open and you see the cluster of boys. 

"Well, I guess they're here," you murmer, feeling a little out of place as the only girl. 

"Yeah...hey if you ever feel like it's too much, just text me or let me know because I'll do my best to help you," Jungkook says at the pack comes over to sit down. 

"Hey Kook, how you doing?" A makeup-free Jimin asks, sitting next to him. Taehyung sits across from you and waves, a boxy grin on his face.

You wave shyly back. 

"Good, took you guys a long time to get here, though," Jungkook complains, shoving Jimin lightly. 

"Whatever. You're the one who didn't want us here in our makeup, so deal with the consequences." As Jimin finishes this sentence the waitress comes back over.

"Ready to order drinks?" She asks, notepad and pen at the ready.

"Sure," Jungkook says, then orders a soda. 

Going around the table you're last, and mostly everyone else orders a drink with some kind of caffeine. Will you be lame if you get a water? You don't want to keep yourself up all night. 

"And you miss?" She asks.

"I'll have a water please," you say quietly, causing her to nod.

"Okay, I'll get those out for you!" She bustles back to the kitchen and everyone proceeds to continue talking and laughing in their loud banters. 

You already know what you're ordering, so you place the menu down and look at the odd crew that you're with. 

Across from you Taehyung and Yoongi talk loudly, with Taehyung doing most of the talking. Yoongi just sits, an image of bored, but you can tell from his endeared stare and small upturn of his lips that he's enjoys listening to Taehyung. 

Next to Yoongi sits Namjoon, Jin, and Jackson. They're typically a quieter trio, and they chat amongst themselves calmly...ish (compared to the next group). 

Across from Jackson sits Hoseok, then Jimin, Jungkook, and you. 

Hoseok is talking animatedly with Jimin, using his arms to gesture and you almost laugh when Jimin just barely dodges his arm. 

"So y/n, what are you going to order?" Jungkook asks, drawing your attention away from Hoseok.

"French toast," you say, shrugging, "What about you?" 

Jungkook ignores your question and hums in response, "Oh, it's a french toast night. Are you feeling okay? You only order french toast when you aren't that hungry and can have leftovers later." 

How does Jungkook always know? You aren't hungry despite not having dinner. Sometimes these spells happen where you don’t eat much, and somehow Jungkook always can sense when they are.

You see Jimin lean out behind Jungkook and dart his eyes to Jungkook and back to you, eyebrows raised suggestivly. 

What's that supposed to mean?

Diverting your eyes away from Jimin, you're about to respond but the waitress comes back with the drinks.

Thanking her, you quickly rip the straw wrapping off and promptly shove it in the water, taking a sip to avoid answering the question. 

But Jungkook won't let you off the hook so easily.

"Y/n, answer the question. Or, at least answer this: did you eat dinner? If not, then you should really eat more than one piece of french toast," Jungkook says loudly, ignores the poor waitress who's trying to get his order. 

"Jungkook, order. She's waiting." You gesture to the waitress, and Jungkook quickly orders his combo meal before turning back to you. 

"And for you miss?" The waitress looks concerned as Jungkook gives you an angry look. 

"I'll have the classic french toast, please," you say meekly, feeling Jungkook's glare at you.

The waitress nods before quickly scurrying off, clearly aware of the sudden tension at the table.

"Y/n, you know I only ask because I care about you," Jungkook says, still being louder than you like. 

"I know, Kook," you say, your voice much quieter. Does he understand that he's being too loud? Some people from the tables around you are staring. 

Jungkook takes a look at your face and realizes his mistake and he goes to apologize. 

"Y/n, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I shouldn't have been so loud and-" 

The talking around you suddenly feels louder and it’s all too much. You're feeling anxiety because of the situation, guilt because Jungkook always has to apologize even when it's not needed, and sadness because you wish you could stop being so annoying with these types of outings.

"It's okay," you manage to say, stopping Jungkook's rambling, "I'm okay. I think that I'll just go home now." This is what happens when you go out. What you wouldn’t give to be tucked under your covers with your moonbeam reading light on. 

"Can you cancel my order?" You ask Jungkook, seeing him protest. 

"Y/n-"

"No, it's fine Jungkook. Really. Stay and enjoy," you manage to get out. Seeing him so sad makes your heart clench but it's for the better. 

You get up from your chair and leave, Jungkook's stare burning into your back.

Half of you hopes that he follows you, but the other half doesn't want that to happen. 

Your stomach aches (Probably from hunger, or nerves. Or both.) and you are yet again thinking that this is another example of why you don’t deserve Jungkook. He’s just too kind. Honestly, doesn’t he ever get tired of taking care of you? As much as you wish you could pull away from him, he still draws you in like a magnet. Curse his amazing personality.

You are afraid of what will happen in the future. Will these feelings go away? Will they go away if you suppress them? Will Jungkook laugh at you if you tell him? Of course he'll laugh. There's no way he feels the same way. Who would ever like you?

All these questions bombard your brain as you lean against the wall. 

You know that you need to text your mom to come pick you up (Jungkook was your ride home) but for now you focus on calming your self-depricating thoughts and suppressing your feelings.

Someone touches your shoulder and you almost jump out of your skin.

"Woah! Sorry, it's just me y/n." There stands Jungkook, looking perfect as always even in the horrible fluorescent lighting. Great.

"Oh, hey Jungkook," you say, "Why are you out here? I told you I'm fine." You should’ve known that it was impossible to trick Jungkook into thinking you’re okay.

"You're clearly not fine. Can you tell me what's wrong? First it's rushing off to the bathroom and now rushing out of here. You've been acting weird all night. So, what's up?" Jungkook crosses his arms and leans against the wall next to you, clearly not planning on leaving until he gets the answer out of you.

Fuck. 

"But Jungkook-"

"No, y/n. Just tell me. Please." Jungkook is so desperate to know and it seems as though he's begging for answers for more than just tonight.

How can you tell him? 

Memories flash before your eyes of you and Jungkook.

~

Middle school, where you both were the most awkward people, still developing their personalities while adjusting to hormones. But after being partnered up for a project you two became friends. 

Walking across the stage for middle school promotion, you in that floral sundress that makes Jungkook go crazy and him in a polka-dotted bow tie.

Starting high school together, your friendship still going strong. Clutching your backpacks as you take the next step into adulthood, all while still being a teenager. 

Going to homecoming and prom together as 'friends' only, despite the looks. His tie always matches your dress, causing you to pretend that he’s yours, if only for one night.

Jungkook being there for you as you cry because of school stress. 

"I-I just can't do it anymore. There's too much. I'll never be able to catch up and then there's always more piling on and it never ends! Why does it never end?!"  

He just wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his warmth and silence being the best remedy as you sob your heart out, while wrapped in your worn pink blanket that he bought for you.

You being there for him at all his various sporting events. Cross country meets, basketball, swimming. Whenever there was a home meet, you were there, sitting in the bleachers cheering him on. 

During the hot cross country meets, you were the one to give Jungkook a water bottle at the end.

During the basketball games you'd be in the students section with some friends, dressed in whatever the theme was that night. You would always cheer the loudest when Jungkook would score (which was quite a lot, considering how good he was). 

During swim meets you'd be on the bleachers. Even though there were many other attractive shirtless boys, you only ever looked at Jungkook (and his fine muscles...who knew he was hiding abs under his baggy sweatshirts?). 

~ 

Staring up at him now makes you realize that even if he doesn't feel the same, it's Jungkook. He wouldn't just destroy your friendship if he didn't like you back. Jungkook would let you down slowly and still keep your friendship. 

"Okay Kook. I'll tell you." Inhaling a big breath you clench your fists and spit it out.

"I like you."

Silence. 

You avoid his eyes, choosing to look at the concrete. You ask yourself why you thought this was a good idea. Surely he thinks you're stupid. God, why are you such a fool-

"Oh."

A note of, hopefulness? Is that really what you hear? Confused you look up to Jungkook...smiling? 

"Why do you have that gleam in your eye?" You ask, still scared but now also suspicious.

Jungkook just takes a step closer, still wearing that stupid goofy grin with a hint of something else.

"Because." Is his helpful response to your question.

Before you say another word Jungkook closes the gap between you two, pressing his lips softly against yours. 

It's better than what you ever imagined and sweeter than anything you've tasted. His lips are like sugary clouds of cotton candy, and you want to taste them forever. If this was a rom-com, the peak of the movie would be this moment right here.

Suddenly the dim lighting and ugly parking lot seems romantic, blossoming with love.

Jungkook pulls away, clearly enjoying the befuddled look on your face.

"W-what?" You ask, semi-breathless, still reeling from what just happened. 

Jungkook just laughs quietly. 

"Isn't it obvious? I like you too y/n," he says, grabbing your hands.

Were you in a rom-com, or did your best friend just confess to you?

"Wait, hold on. You do?" 

Apparently your skepticalness is funny to Jungkook because he just laughs again. 

"Yes, y/n. I just kissed you, doesn't that show my feelings for you?" Jungkook asks, pulling you close. 

You can feel the comforting warmth of Jungkook and ask yourself again if this was real life.

"And, if that doesn't show them, then should I kiss you again?" 

Jungkook is sneaky, that little devil. 

Before you can answer, he leans down to press a kiss to your left cheek. Then your right. And next is your nose.

"Jungkook! Stop!" You giggle, trying to push him away. 

"No! Not until you know I like you!" Jungkook is stubborn, and under the onslaught of kisses you can only be strong for so long.

"Okay okay! I believe you!" You’re must sinking into Jungkook’s hold more.

"Good." He stops kissing you after one more on the top of your head.

You bask in his arms around you for a minute. 

Then, you furrow your brows as another question pops into your head.

"Wait, Jungkook...now what?" You ask the question innocently, making Jungkook laugh once again at all the options he has.

"Now I take you on a proper date, give you hugs and kisses all the time, always be with you, hold your hand constantly-"

"What?" You interrupt, eyes wide at all the things Jungkook is listing. 

"That's right. Now that you're mine, I can do all this and more!" Jungkook cheers, all while hoping he isn't coming on too strong.

"Oh...that sounds kinda nice," you admit shyly, your heart pounding again at the thought of being able to love Jungkook freely.

"I'm glad. Now, let's go finish our first date?" Jungkook gestures to the Ihop building. 

"Okay." 

Bashfully you reach out your hand and Jungkook takes it happily. 

a/n: why do i kinda hate this now 😭 i hope the mc didn’t come off as victimizing herself, she’s just insecure. please remember you’re beautiful and strong, and deserve all the love in the world! 🩷🫶🏼

please request if you have one! i often run out of ideas, so any are welcome! (please sfw tho) :)

Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 : Empty Bed

You like being a ghost.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

Length: 2.4k words

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"Do you want to come to Miss Kim's barbecue today?" Your owner, Hanako, asks from the entrance of your room.

Miss Kim is nice. She always keeps all of your favorite snacks in a drawer in her living room for you every time you visit her home. She's a bit old now, can't walk that well, but she's still a young spirit at heart, always trying to play around with you whenever she feels like her body can handle it. You're not a dog hybrid. You don't play fetch, or frisbee, or anything of the sorts.

But she's nice. So you do it anyways, because it makes her happy.

Miss Kim has two sons, and you know Hanako likes one of them a lot. She doesn't outright say it, scolds you whenever you accidentally let something slip that could tell him this secret. But you know she does. Because she looks at him like you did at your past lover.

She should pursue him before he finds someone else to love. And she can't if you're around to ruin that, because he tends to pay more attention to you than to her. So you shake your head at her question, watching the cars pass by outside your window, way down below. Daegu is an odd place to you- like you're stuck in an old childhood dream you're not quite sure of. Is it a bad one? Does it hurt? Or was it pretty, and you just forgot?

Hanako sighs, but walks off. She's done that for a few months now, maybe even more than a year, as if she's given up on you. You wouldn't be surprised. After all, she never really wanted you in the first place.

You wonder why she agreed to it, back then. Did she feel like she had to? Probably, because while she'd never been awful to you, she'd also made it very clear at all times that she 'could never' own a hybrid herself. And yet, when he had dropped you off at her place, back then still a small apartment in the capital, she'd just nodded, taken your things from him, closed the door. You remember watching him leave from the window of her bedroom. He hadn't even looked back once, simply got in his car, and drove off.

Never to be seen again, except on TV.

Is he still mad at you? If yes, then for what? He never told you, never really explained to you why he'd given you away, and Hanako told you that she doesn't have his phone number anymore, doesn't know how to contact him. She'd explained that your name would change from that point on, that your ID was something else you never bothered learning like you did when you were still in his care. She'd told you that this was a new chapter in your life now, that you'll both have to adjust, and that it'll be fine.

It'll just hurt for a bit, she'd said. What's a 'bit', in her terms? Because it's been two years, and it still stings every time you see him on TV and billboards.

When the front door closes, you know that Hanako has left. She doesn't even say goodbye to you these days when she leaves for work, or dates, or grocery shopping. It makes you feel invisible, and in a way, you like it like that. You like being a ghost. That way, you can pretend that nothing ever happened- that you're just waiting to go home, one day, whenever that might be.

Does he think about you sometimes? Or has he forgotten about you?

Hanako says it's bad that you still follow what he does on social media. Has taken your phone away occasionally when she deemed it fit. But these days, she doesn't seem to really care anymore. And neither do you, to be honest. His livestreams only make you dream of nightmares at night where he's still standing at Hanakos old apartment, throwing your stuff into the room a lot more forcefully than you know he actually did. You remember him being awfully quiet and stoic, with no emotions in his face, but in those dreams he always looks angry, disappointed, scolding you for something you don't know you might've done. In your eyes, you've never done him harm. You always tried to be good. But it seems like that wasn't enough.

In reality, he's never even told you he'd be leaving you forever. In reality, he just told you to stay with Hanako- and he just never picked you up ever again.

You moved to Daegu pretty much a few weeks after that, into a new home, way bigger, but a lot more intimidating as well. The neighborhood is nice, quiet and reserved. Hanako sometimes takes you downtown to the food markets, but it's become less these days. Will she soon be tired of you too? Maybe. Jungkook, back then, gave you away after about three years as well. You remember he got his hair bleached after you'd started living in Daegu with Hanako. Now he's back to his natural hair, got piercings too, new tattoos, and long hair he sometimes ties in the back. It looks good.

He looks like he's finally free. Did you hold him back?

Maybe. You remember both his members and the company not being happy about you living with him back then. It was always somewhat awkward whenever someone would visit- you'd stay in your room after the first few times, avoiding any person that wasn't him after a while. He knew why, there's no way he didn't- but he simply accepted your choice, began to have less people over instead to accommodate to you, because that's what he's always done.

Maybe that annoyed him after a while. Maybe he regretted getting you in the first place.

Jungkook had always been quite impulsive, back then more than nowadays. He'd always been wild, and it was true that he sometimes made choices he'd regret later on. Maybe you were one of those choices? Probably, considering how he usually ends up either adjusting to the things he can't change, while he otherwise searches for ways to undo what he doesn't want no more, like he did when he didn't want his helix piercings.

He just took them out, and never put them in again, holes closing and leaving nothing behind. Just like with you. Did you leave nothing behind as well?

Hanako will probably bring Miss Kim's son over tonight. She deserves to have him, deserves to undo a bad choice as well- so maybe it's best to take that off her shoulders. Sure, she's not been as nice to you as Jungkook has been. She sometimes yells, and locks you into your room, but you know she's just overwhelmed with you. She doesn't mean to be like this. It's you that's the issue.

It's always you that's the issue.

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You've never taken a train by yourself before. In a way, it's exciting.

You know that at this point, Hanako doesn't know yet that you're gone. Will she be happy that you're not there? You made your bed all tidy, cleaned up what you could after cooking yourself a filling meal to last you for the next few days. Until she knows, however, you'll have to get away as far as you can, to buy yourself time to think about what to do next. Your hybrid transportation ticket will only last for a few more days before it'll expire- Hanako didn't renew the subscription on it, since you don't technically leave the house by yourself after all. It's one of those last few things you know still runs on Jungkook's name- once the ticket expires, there will really only be your life insurance left. He's really cut all ties with you, and you can't blame him.

He's thorough after all. If he does something, he tends to see it through instantly, as fast as he can, so he can make sure he's seen it through.

Daegu's landscape changes the deeper into the city you drive. Taking train after train is actually quite fun, seeing all those people go about their days, no one really paying any attention to you. You like this. You're like a ghost.

You like being a ghost.

You get up for a pregnant mother with her little child, the woman warmly thanking you, quiet as to not disturb any other traveler, and you simply watch for a second, before you get off the train yourself. You don't really have a goal in mind, not very prepared for what you did in the end, but maybe you don't need one. You could go to Seoul, right? It would take a bit, but you'd be fine. You can't really risk taking the way faster bullet train after all- your ticket doesn't work for that one, so you'll need to take the regular intercity one. You remember taking that one before, actually. You don't remember why though. Maybe a doctor's appointment? Maybe.

You step out the train, waiting for the one you want to take, when a small dog yaps at you from the side, tail wagging excitedly. You don't look up at the young man who's holding the leash, gently tugging to pick up the small animal. "All alone?" He asks with a deep but friendly voice, and you simply nod, making it clear that you don't really want to talk. And the man gets the message, simply nods as well, though you do feel his eyes on you for a moment or two.

You lose sight of him at some point when you board the train to Seoul station- but you don't mind at all.

The next few hours are spent watching the scenery change and change and change outside the window- sun setting, golden hue filling the rather empty train section you're in. Some people are sleeping, probably tired from work, while others are on their phone, or reading. It's reassuring to you how the world keeps on turning even after what you've done. It doesn't even feel all that bad, even though you don't know where you'll sleep tonight. Maybe you'll stay awake, and take a nap at a park tomorrow. Seoul is way more familiar to you, at the end of the day- you'll have a better time navigating and living there from now on.

As soon as you step out the train, legs a bit sore from sitting so long, you're greeted with a wave of nostalgia.

Hanako never went to Seoul with you for some reason. Maybe Jungkook just doesn't want to stumble upon you by accident- does he hate you that much? It's a horrible thought to have, but then again, you basically took his youth from him when he'd taken you in, signed that contract of ownership. Sure, you both had something similar to love- you'd kissed, made love, all of those things- but you're still a hybrid, while he's a full blooded human. There'd be no way something like that would be overlooked considering his status as not only an idol, but one of the most famous ones at the moment.

In a way, you can understand it. You'll keep an eye out from now on, so you can avoid him.

Has Hanako already noticed you're not home? Miss Kim usually keeps her over for a long time until late at night, so you wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. You left your phone and everything else at home, your backpack only containing clothes, some food, a bit of money you've saved up, and nothing else. You don't want anything on you that could identify you- you're already pretty much a blinking red light with your white hybrid features. Like a ghost, you think.

But you like being a ghost, so it's fine.

At Hangang river, you sit down and put down the beanie you've been wearing for a moment, let your ears and hair breath freely for a bit. It's not too chilly outside, and while you know it's illegal to sleep outside, if you're smart about it you could probably pull it off. Or maybe you'll just sleep at a cheap bathhouse. Hopefully there's space at a hybrid friendly one. There should be one in Itaewon, if you remember it correctly. And even if not, you'll find your way around. You'll be fine from now on, not bothering anybody, not keeping anyone from achieving what they want and deserve. You'll be a ghost, all by yourself, all for yourself.

Someone is playing music close by. It sounds nice, soothing, and the couples around all snuggle a little closer on their blankets, making you happy for them. Maybe you'll find someone too, one day, to snuggle up to at times like these. Seoul never seems to sleep, but you know many do, right now, as the lights in the windows slowly turn off one by one, everyone going to hide underneath their blankets until their days begin tomorrow at different times. Could you work at some point? Not really, no. You're a stray now after all, and considering all the searches police does regularly, no one wants to risk it any longer for those they don't know. And you're a ghost to everyone- people don't risk their livelihoods for ghosts.

Maybe you'll need to make careful connections. Friendships, that could help you survive in the long run, when the nights will turn cold and harsh again at some point. For now, summer will soon arrive, making it a bit easier to sleep outside at night. And if you're careful with your money, you'll be able to stay at cheap accommodations every now then, unless Hanako puts you out there as missing, that is.

She shouldn't, really. You don't want to go back to her, you don't belong there, can't even call it home. Neither is Jungkook home anymore, isn't he? Maybe he never was, who knows really. But no one should search for ghosts, not if they don't want to be found like you. You like this. The way no one pays you any mind, drunk friends stumbling past you with no attention spared. You like this. You like being invisible.

You like being a ghost.

Jungkook

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 [Part 1/Intro]

In which Jungkook has never fallen in love before- not until you came along, at least.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Munchkin Cat!Reader, Siberian Tiger!Jungkook, DDLG aspects but they're very mild in this chapter, Daddy!Jungkook, height difference, strangers to lovers, mild Angst, Fluff!, quiet!Reader, Model!Kook, mentions of death & grieving (but only brief), romance, manhandling, strength kink (implied), biting, hybrid behavior (scenting, marking, grooming and other)

Legth: Long ~7K words

Additional Content: None (yet)

A/N: Dinner is served, but split into multiple courses cause tumblr app can't handle this buffet.

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"And this is where most level 4 hybrids usually reside, plus a few of the more social level 5's." The CEO explains, walking into the large hall together with Jungkook and his management.

He's a little upset at some of the things he's seen until now - so many of his own kind kept in a place like this simply because they're alienated by society. "Older hybrids above the age of twenty-one statistically stay permanently in housing, so once they reach that age, they don't have to wear any identification within the facility here." The man explains further, motioning towards some hybrids who sit at a table without any collars on, some eating, others talking.

"Would it be possible to involve some of them into the campaign?" Jungkook's manager asks, while he himself takes a look around, hands in his pockets. It's not often that his hybrid senses notice anything at all- having become more or less 'dull' from lack of use, really, since he's mostly surrounded by humans in his daily life. He's not around hybrids often, so today, it's quite overwhelming.

In an exciting way though, weirdly enough.

Jungkook and his management had been thinking and planning such a campaign to raise awareness and money for hybrid care for a while now. As a hybrid himself, he's pretty vocal about his opinions on certain topics- though, of course, he can't always say what he wants to in order to stay 'brand safe' down the line.

"I wouldn't recommend it, honestly. You know, most of these-" The man motions towards the table where Jungkook can spot a very short-looking cat hybrid, sitting by herself alone with her head on the table, legs swinging around as they fail to reach the floor from the height of the bench. "-Are, like I said, either 4 or 5 on the scale, so they probably won't understand what you want them to do." He chuckles.

"What about her?" Jungkook asks, nodding towards where you sit at the table, wearing a simple cotton dress, socks and no shoes, fluffy hybrid tail hanging almost entirely unmoving down to the floor.

It's unnerving to him. As if you're lifeless.

"Very good eye. I've seen her earlier- I think she could make for a very good contrast compared to you." The manager agrees- though the CEO clearly seems not on board with idea.

"I mean, she's got a pretty face, but that's really about it." He, in Jungkook's opinion, rudely comments, making him harden his gaze at the man. "Listen, when you run a place like this, you've got to stay realistic. She's got a lot of health and social issues and doesn't really respond well at all in general, so I'd suggest we look more into the other hybrids." He offers-

But Jungkook is an untamed tiger that rarely ever listens, so it's not surprising that he just decides to walk over to you to find out for himself what this is all about. Mainly because somehow, something feels off about this whole situation- and also, because there's an odd pull he feels towards you, like he's met you before but can't remember.

When he sits down next to you, with some distance of course, you sit up- looking at him for a moment, as if you're going through the same thought-process he had just moments prior. "Hey." He greets, waving his hand a little, unsure for a moment-

Until you smile, waving back, tail starting to move now. So much for 'she doesn't respond', he thinks to himself.

"You seem pretty bored." He asks you, getting into a more relaxed position next to you, his own tail curling over his lap- something you notice with interest, it seems like. "Is there nothing to do here today?" He asks, resting his head on his hand as his elbow is perched up on the table.

You shake your head. "Never." You answer him, and he pouts in sympathy. "I want to- hm.." You seem to think hard about how to voice out your thoughts. You stutter a lot, no matter how much you concentrate- and since the careworkers here get frustrated with your speech easily, you've taught yourself to talk more shortened to avoid stuttering. "Back home. I.. go to- no.." You seem frustrated now, and Jungkook chuckles- something you might mistake for something it's not, he realizes. "Sorry. I don't talk well." You offer, but he shakes his head.

"No no, you're completely fine, take your time." He nods, and you nod as well.

"Back home." You start again, and he nods, making sure you know he's following. "I took, speaking class..es. Classes." You explain, and Jungkook hums a reply, understanding what you're talking about. "But now.. not anymore. He says- I don't need. Them. Don't need them." You explain, your own hybrid tail now curling around you as well so you can hold onto it, a clear sign of self-soothing. "Because I stay."

"I'm sure someone like you has no issues finding someone to live with." Jungkook offers, and you seem to not take it seriously. "No, really. I know a couple of people who'd love to offer a place for an older hybrid." He shrugs.

"No. I stay." You tell him, almost with a disappointed undertone- a bell suddenly ringing, making you stand up and grab your empty cup from the table. "Uhm, thanks." You say as a form of goodbye, bowing politely to him- before you follow the other hybrids into a different area it seems, leaving him alone at the table until his manager finds him later.

Now he's definitely sure something's not right here.

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The next day when he arrives, still a little sleepy, he doesn't spot you until he almost throws his stuff on top of you by accident. You're asleep in a corner, and a careworker immediately picks up on it. "I'm so sorry- she sometimes sleepwalks!" The lady apologizes, and before Jungkook can even say anything, she's already calling your name, shaking you awake. You don't even seem to realize what's really going on as the worker pulls you away- leaving Jungkook by himself, only trace of you left being a small flower shaped pillow he stares at for a moment. Your scent still clings heavy onto it- though there's a slightly burned bitter hint to it, a hint of something sad.

In a way, he doesn't know if he believes sleepwalking to be the actual reason here. His friend, Namjoon, owns a hybrid as well after all- and Jimin does this too, sometimes, because he doesn't like to sleep alone.

And later, when he's in makeup and the hybrids in the main hall close by are all eating breakfast, he's aware that the facility must be putting more effort into things than usual with him and his entire team present- because he's not stupid. A lot of the hybrids seem confused about certain things, while others flat out appear nervous and uncomfortable by the unfamiliar energy today, bad at hiding their behavior due to their lack of social understanding. Meanwhile you're almost falling asleep at the table, clearly not awake at all yet.

Or maybe you just didn't sleep well?

There's definitely something about you he can't explain. It's like there's a voice inside his head that's not his own that keeps feeding him ideas of what he could do. Maybe he could share his own food during his break with you? He also needs to make sure you get your pillow back at some point. Or he could take it home to have something of you with him-

"You've got an eye on the munchkin?" His makeup artist giggles as she does his hair. "Weird that she's here, isn't it? She doesn't seem like one that's hard to find a suiting home for." She mumbles, and Jungkook agrees with a hum. "One of the workers here told me the CEO denies all potential adoptions though." She shrugs.

"Why would he do that?" Jungkook asks, a little wary of the answer he might receive. After all, he's heard many horror stories of what goes on behind closed doors in some hybrid shelters.

"I mean, it's a rumor but-" She sighs. "-So her old owner was a retired hybrid specialist, right? He died of old age about two or three years ago, according to an employee I spoke with earlier." She explains, switching to a different comb to fix his hair into place. "But that's where it gets weird. Her old owner, right? Well he like, created a trust fund for her in case something was to happen to him, so she would be taken care of financially." She explains further what she's heard. "But, when she was given into the care of this center, apparently, the CEO took advantage of her grieving, and is now using the money for himself."

"Explains why he would want to keep her here." Jungkook mumbles more or less to himself. "Because as long as she's here.."

"He can justify using the money to cover her expenses." She finishes for him.

"That's fucked up." Jungkook says. "Is there any proof of it?" He wonders, and she shrugs.

"Well the worker said she herself is pretty vocal about it. She knows what's going on- but no one believes her, because the CEO has her under file as a category 5 even though she's not." She tells him. "I mean, it's smart. Legally speaking, nothing she says would ever be taken into consideration because of that. I remember, my aunt has a 5 who witnessed someone getting assaulted near a grocery store when they went to Busan last year. But nothing he was saying could be taken as evidence basically because the legal system is so oddly structured." She sighs.

"It's a mess, isn't it." The model talks to himself mostly, phone in his hand as he spins it around. "I tend to forget how screwed up the system really is." He says.

"Well, a lot of people tend to forget you're part hybrid as well." She giggles, finishing up. It's true- while he's got his tail and his ears, he's become a pro at acting human- ignoring his own instincts in daily life to instead cater to the broader audience of the human world rather than appealing to his own kind. "Maybe this is all a good idea. An opportunity." She offers.

"Opportunity for what?" He wonders, and she shrugs.

"Who knows."

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The more he observes and interacts with you, the less it makes sense to him how you could ever pass as a category 5 hybrid.

Sure, you've got some trouble articulating yourself, but you're also clearly aware of everything going on around you, you're very emotionally intelligent, you understand social concepts perfectly fine, and you're also pretty independent. You don't need much help with things others of your alleged category clearly struggle with.

He'd spotted you helping many of the other hybrids to button up their coats or tie their shoes (though he has to admit, your tying seemed like it was a pretty challenging task to you) or even collect the dishes and balance them perfectly fine to offer some aid to the kitchen staff at lunch. He knows what category 5 have problems with, they typically struggle with tasks like that. He's lived with one growing up, after all; the younger boy next door always coming over during the holidays because his parents were friends with his owners.

But you? No, you don't share much of those characteristics typical.

Maybe there really is some truth to those rumors going around.

"What're they doing?" He asks a janitor, who looks surprised to be acknowledged, before he watches all the hybrids as well as they all get dressed into outdoor-clothes.

"Oh, Every week they get outdoor activities, you know, to keep them healthy!" The elderly man nods. "Keeps the immune system up and running." He laughs, and Jungkook nods, agreeing. "You look like you want to go with them? If you ask Penny over there, she might let you tag along." He offers, and Jungkook decides, on the spot-

yeah, he wants to tag along.

So he finds his manager, tells him his plan- and leaves, before he can argue too much- though the man doesn't even attempt to do so, seemingly happy that Jungkook is growing friendly with you.

"Oh, careful." Jungkook says, holding the door for you as it almost closes behind another hybrid who'd forgotten to hold it himself. You look up at him, nodding, before you walk outside with him right behind you. "The janitor said you go outside every week." He attempts conversation, and you nod, in typical fashion, looking at the other hybrids in front of you holding hands as they walk behind each other in pairs.

All but you.

"You can hold mine, if you want." Jungkook tells you, and he can't help but grin a bit adoringly at the way you almost instantly take the offer, hand grabbing his as you hold onto it with confidence- your steps becoming a bit more bouncy as if boosted by his presence. It makes his own tail sway rhythmically with every step as well, especially when you all stop at a red light and he swears he can hear you purr under your breath, ears moving around to catch every noise it seems. "You're cute." He comments, and you look up at him with a smile.

"Thank you." You tell him, before you both follow the group of hybrids and the workers to a large field, most hybrids already running to get balls and other items to play with. "Do you.. sport?" You ask. "Like?"

"I do. I like sports a lot, actually." He nods, and you nod as well, watching the other hybrids. "You?" He wonders, and you huff a bit in disappointment, though you nod.

"Makes me.." Your hand goes to your upper chest, before pointing at it. "Cough." You try and explain and he hums in understanding.

"Asthma?" He asks, wondering if you know what he's talking about- and much to his surprise, you nod.

"I need, plastic..thing." You explain, hands gesturing as if to map out the inhaler as you're unable to recall the word in the moment. But the way he keeps reassuring you, keeps treating you so normally, makes you confident in communicating with him. "But- he says, no." You shake your head.

"The CEO?" He wonders, and you nod, sitting down on the grass, leading him to do so as well, though he gently points to his lap for you to sit on. "So your dress doesn't get dirty." He explains, and you nod, happily taking your seat on his thighs. The purr he feels against his chest fuels his ego like nothing ever before, his tail wrapping around him and you to lay in your lap. "I heard he's.. doing some shady stuff."

"He takes.. money." You shrug. "But, hm." You just hum, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.

"What if you got an evaluation done?" He wonders, watching the other hybrids play with you. "To gain proof that you're not a category 5? That way you could go against him, no?" He asks, but you shake your head.

"Can't." You answer him. "Only owner."

"Shit.." He mumbles to himself, remembering as well. Only an owner can actually file in to get an evaluation done- and those things are expensive, not funded by the government at all. Without an owner, you're caught in the trap- and while caught in the trap, you can't get an owner. It's like the snake that's biting it's own tail; doomed.

And right now, he's got no clue how to help you.

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"But, let's say, technically speaking.." Jungkook starts to speak between bites of food, looking at Namjoon in front of him. "I'm barely a category 2, right? So, legally, I could own a hybrid." He asks, and Namjoon seems to think about it. Jungkook could in fact be counted as a simple category one if it wasn't for his ears and tail- but that might just be because these days, he's learned to ignore his instincts rather than embrace them.

"I mean, yeah, legally speaking, you can." He offers, nodding. "But like, why would you? You never had any interest in that." He asks confused, even a bit suspicious. Jungkook has been used for his kindness before, so the older friend tends to become wary of odd things asked.

"I think.. no, I found my mate. At the Seoul care center, where we're shooting the whole campaign right now." He offers, opening his can of beer. "And I want to get her out of there. There's some shady shit going on, and I don't want her to be caught in the crossfire before I pop that bubble."

"Jungkook, that doesn't sound like a good idea at all. Pop a bubble?" Namjoon worries instantly, putting his chopsticks down. "That's seoul central care we're talking about. Their legal team is crazy good." He argues, well aware of these things.

"I know." Jungkook nods. "But the evidence is better. Listen -" He shakes his head. "I won't personally be the one to do it. But some of the staff.. they've been talking. And for good reason." The tiger hybrid explains. "Someone is gonna blow that shit up soon, and I need to get her out before that happens. Considering what that guy has been doing already, I'm pretty sure he would, I don't know, send her overseas or some shit to avoid losing access to her money." He tells his friend.

"You know I can't tell you what to do, Jungkook." Namjoon offers, pushing his leftover food towards a sleepy Jimin, who silently starts to eat next to his owner. "But.. if things go south, I'll try and help best I can." he promises, making Jungkook nod in appreciation.

"Thanks."

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It's safe to say that Jungkook is more than just friendly with you now.

He knows it pisses off the man that tries to present himself as a saint with realistic opinions on the modern way hybrids are handled- and in a way, it satisfies Jungkook deep in his soul.

You're also a lot more vibrant it seems like, visibly perking up the minute he arrives at the center every morning to shoot his photos and small videos. It's adorable to see, really; especially today, when he offers you a new pair of boots, way better suited for you than the old worn down one's you kept wearing every time you went outside. They're of soft materials, pale pastel colors, fluffy accents on the sides, and your eyes widen in wonder at the sight of them. "I hope they fit. I bought those because they have laces- so you can adjust them if the size isn't perfect." He explains to you, and you nod slowly, holding onto them like they're some form of golden treasure.

You also continue to watch him during his shoot, clearly just as interested in him as he is in you at this point.

Staff has noticed, workers have noticed, his manager has noticed, and granted, everyone's pretty happy about it. You're seemingly a very nice fit, a good balance to the otherwise rather wild and untamed tiger hybrid known to sometimes act out of line. He's clumsy with his words at times, his actions often leading to consequences he's not thought of, though he never does anything will ill intend.

Right now, he's got you back on his lap, sharing a round cream filled donut with you, your tail going wild behind you as you enjoy the sugary treat. "Say, I've got a question.." He wonders, your ears turning on your head towards him, a clear sign that you're paying attention to him. "Would you like to.. you know, maybe live together with me?" He asks, and at that, you freeze, before you turn around towards him. "I mean it. I know, you think that might not be possible- but I want to try, at least, to make it possible." He explains.

"Busy." You tell him, before you watch his manager talk to some caretakers a little further away. "It's.. hm. Don't have to." You shrug, trying to grab the last bite he's holding in his hand, just for him to hold it out of reach.

"That's not an answer though." He teases. "You can also just.. I don't know- live with me as like, a foster situation maybe? Just to see if it would work." He offers, while you whine, reaching out for his food he'd been sharing with you until now, one of his arms holding you back securely while the other holds the last piece too far away. "Answer first, kitty." He hums close to your ear, making you freeze for a second as your tail swipes from side to side in excitement. He's so close now, and if he wanted to, a kiss would just be a tiny move now.

But he behaves himself. All in due time.

"Ok." You nod, because why not? He's nice, he's your mate after all, and you like him.

What could go wrong?

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He's still irritated. You don't deserve any of this.

He hopes he might be able to get the paperwork signed- and you out of this place as soon as he can. There's technically nothing speaking against it after all; he's a level 2 at the end of the day, his hybrid side a lot less dominant than in someone like you. And while it's made him feel like an outcast for a long time, feeling like he doesn't belong neither here nor there- looking at you now, his feelings have changed.

He feels glad, for the first time, that he's the way he is.

"If she's getting too much you can just tell her to go play or something." One of the workers tells him as she'd spotted him with you still somewhat laying on his thigh, his hand comfortably resting on your shoulder while you play with his rings on his other hand. "She tends to get clingy with anybody who pays attention to her." She snickers, but he shakes his head.

"No, it's really fine." He denies her, well aware that she's been eyeing him ever since he'd gotten here the first day, and he can't hold back on his next words. "I actually think she's cute." He smiles down at you, and your cat-ears twitch at that before you look up at him, making him laugh.

"I mean.. I guess? Maybe it's a hybrid thing that you like her." She shrugs, crossing her arms. "But she's gotta move soon, your manager told me they wanna take some more shots." She says with more bite to her tone now- and in a way, it satisfies Jungkook.

He lets you rest on him for a little longer- until he pulls out something from his bag, brown paperbag containing a baked treat you know all too well.

He brings it every time, ever since you've told him you like it, after all.

"Nuh-ah." He chuckles when you instantly sit up and reach for it, turning his body a little towards you on the bench before he holds out the donut, testing the waters. And for his own amusement.

And much to his said amusement, you do exactly what he hoped you would.

Without thinking much it seems like, you lean forward to take a bite out of the sweet treat while he's still holding it- and he can't help but smile at the scene. You're so unaware of your own appeal, completely oblivious to how charming you are, and in a way, it makes him upset. You really are just a soft soul being used and nothing else- and he just feels like he's got to offer his protection.

Because you deserve it- and because he wants to be that protector.

Mostly because the connection you both have to one another is undeniable. Mates are an odd thing; but they're a real thing at the end of the day, and it's clear now that he's found his own in you.

You seem to have a moment of realization after the second bite, ears turning before your head follows as a worker says something Jungkook himself doesn't quite catch- but he knows he doesn't like it. "Hey- I'm over here." He tells you, and you look at him with a more shy expression now, almost embarrassed- letting go of his wrist as you sit back down on the bench, visibly uncomfortable. "Dont listen to them. I'm more interesting, am I not?" He teases to get your attention back, reaching out to wipe a crumb from the corner of your lips, making you smile a bit shyly to yourself.

You're so easy to catch.

"Why.." you start, seemingly thinking about your words. You do that a lot, he noticed- you either don't talk at all, or very quietly, and in a way, he's not sure if that's been something they pushed onto you in the carecenter here, or if you've always been this way. He wants to find out, that's for sure. "Why do you.. like me?" You ask, visibly unsatisfied with how you formulated that sentence. It's another proof of your difference in hybrid level compared to Jungkook.

But no matter, he will learn to understand you, until he no longer needs you to speak at all.

Jungkook simply shrugs at your question. "Maybe a mate thing. Maybe just because I like you." He answers. "I don't need to have a reason for it, though. You're a very sweet person, very likable." He tells you before he breaks off another piece of the donut, holding it out. "Now come on. Be a good girl and finish up, alright?" He teasingly tells you as he eats the other leftover piece himself, just to pull yours away from you when you reach out for it with your hand. "Nop." He chuckles, making you glare at him, tail swiping behind you from side to side, and he can't help but laugh at the scene, head thrown back.

Adorable.

Until he feels your lips brush against the tips of his fingers as you snatch the last piece of your treat from him, his gaze immediately back on you as you watch his reaction with a more challenging expression, and he can't help but be intrigued.

"I feel like it'll be a good idea. Jungkook!" His manager smiles, walking up to you both. "You've got her there already, perfect. We'd like to include her in the next few shots tomorrow, see how she does." He tells him, and Jungkook looks at you who seems visibly uncertain.

"You okay with that?" Jungkook asks, and you look at the camera set up close by with an almost fearful expression. "Dont worry. They'll tell you what to do, and I'll help as well. Or is it something else?" He asks, making you move to sit on the bench more properly, feet almost touching the floor, but not quite. He realizes what might be the problem when a staff member accidentally let's a brush fall to the floor, your ears instantly flattening for a short second from the harsh sound. "Ah- does the camera sound scare you?" And you nod at that, making his manager laugh a bit.

"Oh no, don't be scared! It's totally normal. Maybe Jungkook can show you how it works?" He says, before looking over at the careworker close to him. "My son has a hybrid too- he used to hate the sound of the microwave too until my son explained to him how it functioned." He chuckles. Jungkook remembers that. Namjoon and Jimin are an odd couple, but weirdly, they also fit perfectly.

"I don't think she'll understand that, but you can try." The careworker shrugs disinterested, clearly upset at Jungkooks lack of interest in her.

"Come on, let's have a look then." Jungkook simply tells you with no thought wasted on the woman, as he walks to the big cameras with you, Taehyung already looking your way. "Hey, can you maybe explain to her why the camera makes that noise?" Jungkook asks his friend, who nods at you.

"Its pretty loud, isn't it?" He tells you, and you nod- standing on the tips of your toes to try and see through the lens, but to no use. "You're so short!" Taehyung chuckles, and Jungkook can't help but be amused too.

"Hm, here, you can step on that." He offers, sliding an upside-down thick plastic bucket close to you to stand on; his hands instinctively on your body yo steady you as you step onto the container.

"Alright, so.." Taehyung starts to explain the camera to you, and Jungkook can't help but be thankful that his friend is clearly aware of the fact that you're not a stupid child- the photographer never oversimplifying anything, simply telling you the general mechanics to make sure you understand what's happening, that nothing is breaking or could cause any harm. And then the camera makes its distinctive sound.

Your ears still flatten for a split second, but your body makes no sign of being scared or surprised any longer. It worked.

"I can't turn it off, sadly. It's a mechanical sound, so there's no way around it." Taehyung shrugs towards his friend, and Jungkook simply nods.

"It'll be fine." Jungkook says, helping you down from the bucket as the manager says his goodbyes to the first staff. It reminds Jungkook of something in that moment he almost forgot. "Alright, go get your stuff now. I'll go change and then we can go, alright?" He asks, and you seem confused- until you seem to realize.

You're going home with him today. And tomorrow. And the day after, too.

Jungkook can't help but laugh when you dash off into the hallway to get your things, as he himself goes to change himself. He really hopes you'll like it at his place, hopefully enough to decide to stay- and if you do, all he needs are your papers signed and approved. He hates the way the system works, but he also understands it somewhat.

Even though it's clear that not everything goes exactly as it's meant to be.

But once you're with him, once he's got you safe, there will be no more of this. He'll make sure the world gets to know what's going on behind closed doors, having already discussed the plans with his management after all- and he can't deny his anticipation.

He can't wait to see that man lose all he's never even deserved to have in the first place.

But before he can even think any further about those things happening, you're pulling on the hem of his sweater to gain his attention, already dressed in scarf and coat and those fluffy boots he'd bought you yesterday- a lot better quality than those worn down things they'd given you. You deserve to be spoiled in his opinion, not tossed aside like you've been for God knows how many years- and he'll make sure that'll happen.

"Come on." He smiles at you, taking your bag for you as he walks outside the building to his car, opening the door. "We can sleep early or have some food delivered- what would you like?" He asks, getting into the car after you, the driver closing the door after him as he's finally seated next to you, seat belts clicking into place for the both of you.

You shrug as an answer, and he laughs, watching as you yawn, the tiger teasingly pointing his finger into your mouth- but he doesn't expect you to close it so quickly. While you don't bite down on it (at least not hard enough to ever really hurt), he still can't help but be affected by it. Especially when he pushes down on your lower lip, your tongue jokingly licking the tip of his finger, making him smirk at you.

Behind your innocent facade does slumber a tiny little tiger too, in a way, it seems like.

And he honestly doesn't know if he can handle having you around him like this for much longer, while not doing anything about it at all. He's already almost kissed you yesterday, and by now he knows you feel just as attracted to him as he does to you.

You're mates after all. Similar age. Technically in the same hybrid group. Nothing speaks against it.

And yet he's got to be careful. He doesn't want to end up breaking your heart if things don't go as expected- he'd hate leaving you devastated. And yet still he feels as if he'd die soon if he doesn't at least get to feel your lips on his- there's nothing wrong with at least a kiss, right? Maybe just a little further than that- his couch his comfortable after all, and he for sure won't be able to withstand the temptation of at least holding you close with you staying with him tonight. "Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? I can take the couch, no problems." He asks you to distract himself, ground himself again and get his mind off of things-

But then you visibly pout, ears drooping down a little as you look at him almost disappointed.

"Not.. with you?" You mumble, and his gaze focuses on you again, pupils dilated as he swallows thickly.

"I mean, I won't say no." He tells you, eyes never leaving yours. "But I probably should." He says, making you tilt your head in question. Though in your eyes, in the way they sparkle mischievously, he knows you're very much aware of the implications.

"You won't." You simply smile next to him, legs stretching and tail swaying from side to side, and all he can think of is brat. There's no trace of the shy little cat left it seems like right now, as you look at him all confident and almost challenging.

And yet, he can't disagree.

He won't say no.

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He can't describe the feeling of watching you roll around on his couch, freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes.

You did an almost complete flip around from your usual behavior at the carecenter, right now completely relaxed, happily purring as you nuzzle the fabric of a pillow on his couch to cover it with your scent. You're so at ease, obviously feeling safe in his home, and it makes him incredibly proud, because that's exactly what he wants to provide to you.

A safe space.

"Happy?" He asks you with a chuckle, watching as you roll over, nodding at him while laying on your back.

"We'll stay home tomorrow, you know, to spend some time together." He informs you, sitting down close to your head. His hand is pushing into the couch next to your face, and you look at it for a second, seemingly very interested in the black bracelet he's wearing- before you grab his wrist, and bite into his arm.

It surprises him more than anything, thinking he might've come off too strong- but it doesn't hurt, and you're looking at him as if you're actually expecting a reaction from him. You're not trying to hurt him. You're not angry or upset in the slightest.

It's a love-bite.

"You are the most adorable thing-" He chuckles, grabbing onto your wrists to pull you over his lap and sit you up, "-I've ever met, you know that?" He flirts, looking at you, your tail swishing from side to side behind you in excitement, before your ears turn to the sides, flat outwards, as you wiggle out of his grasp, running down the hallway into your room.

He's laughing, entirely amused by your sudden zoomies, as you peek around the corner of your door, before you hide away again, this time running into his room instead. He's watching how you suddenly come dashing out, sliding over his smooth floor on your knees protected by your thigh high socks, holding onto the edge of the backrest of the couch he's sitting on, staring up at him with wide open eyes.

It sort of invites him almost, as his hands grab your wrists again, easily pulling you up and over the back of the couch, leaving you belly down on over his lap, his arms holding you down as he nuzzles into the back of your neck, making you laugh.

You like it when he plays with you like this- proves his strength to you, his capabilities of keeping you safe. Shows you that his physique isn't just for show and anesthetics.

"You know I like you, don't you?" He wonders, and you nod easily at that, turning over on his lap, trusting in the fact that he'll make sure you don't roll off- and he does in fact make sure you don't, carefully holding onto you, and even adjusting the hem of your dress for you. "How do you feel about that?" He wonders, and you shrug, hand reaching out to play with his necklace.

"Happy." You just state, your attention clearly not entirely on him but more on your chosen toy. He notices that, takes the pendant away from your hands before he throws it over his shoulder, effectively removing it from your reach. And you don't roll like that, fingers instantly pulling on the necklace at his throat to pull it back- though he now holds your hand in his.

"Eyes up here, darling." He says, and you pout, though you comply. "Good. Now give me a proper answer." He demands, and you stretch your legs a little before going limp again.

"Happy.. really." You nod. "You're.. my mate." You tell him, and he smiles, nodding.

"That I am." He agrees, looking down at your lips before his haze moves up to your eyes again. "And you're mine." He says.

"Am I?" You challenge, making his gaze sharpen as he notices your clear intentions as you wiggle out of his lap and instead of the couch next to him, feet pushing against the outside of his thigh.

And he easily takes on your little challenge, well aware that you're no match for him at the end of the day.

Cute.

It starts as nothing but slightly tickling kisses, ends of his hair brushing over your skin and making you giggle, before be chuckles, and bites at your neck. It's a lot more gentle than you thought he might be- but it's also clear that he's simply playing with you, no intent for anything more right now.

He'd live to play with you like that as well- but all in due time.

Your tail smacks loudly against the leather of the couch, his antics fueling your instincts as your ears pin back. He wonders how much you can take- until you move as well, biting his shoulder, this time leaving a clear mark that tells him you're at your limit.

"Now there's no question, is there?" He wonders, moving around with you in his arms to hold you, kissing his mark to calm you down. "Now you're mine." He hums against your skin, and you nod, his slightly rough tongue moving over the tender spot once.

He catches himself in the act, surprised at it. He's never done that before- never, not even in past relationships. He doesn't even know why he did that, it's a little weird, no? Sure, he's a hybrid, but he's mostly human. He's never attempted to.. Groom a partner like this before.

But you don't seem bothered- in fact, you're happily purring in his arms, relaxed and comfortable.

"Yours." You mumble sleepily, yawning before you turn to cling to him, rubbing your cheek against his shirt to get your scent on him.

And he can't help but curl his tail around yours, feeling like everything has finally fallen into place for him.

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you were minding your own business, humming a random song that’s been stuck in your head all day yet you can’t remember what it was called while you made a quick meal for you and your boyfriend jungkook.

of course, the so obnoxious boy that you love so much had to ruin it, giving your shoulders a slight shake as he yelled in your ear.

“jesus, jungkook! do you have to do that everytime?” you had dropped the wooden spoon into the pan, leaning onto the oven handle as you caught your breath.

he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. “of course not. i like when you say my name like that though,” jungkook slowly became embarrassed at his own remark, his cute smile growing as his nose scrunched.

you only rolled your eyes amusedly, and jungkook took your lack of response as a chance to stir up another conversation. “whatcha making?”

cake cake cake | jeon jungkook

summary: your boyfriend eats the cake for a party and thinks he can get away with it

pairing: jeon jungkook x baker owner reader

genre: fluff, lil angst, established relationship

warnings: none

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“Now what did we say?” You had your hands on your hips as you looked to your boyfriend, a fork in his hand and a piece of cake in his mouth.

“That we wouldn’t eat the cake until after dinner.” Jungkook murmured the agreement you came to earlier, right after you made said cake, having at least a little decency to look guilty.

You stared at your boyfriend, trying to figure out why he decided it would be okay to start eating the cake you spent almost a day baking, having to let it cool for a couple hours before you iced it. 

It was the day of the 10th anniversary party for Bangtan’s debut and you were asked, well, more like bribed by Jimin and Taehyung to bake the cake this year. They could never get enough of your baked goods, often doing whatever they could to sneak them from the bakery whenever they showed up.

“Baby, I’m sorry! It just looked so good! I couldn’t help myself.” Jungkook got up from his seat at the kitchen island and moved towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and trying his hardest to pout his lips as he spoke. 

“Everything you bake is just soooooo good, baby!” Jungkook knew he needed to up his antics, now trying to turn you away from the cake and press you against the island, stepping in between your legs to get even closer to you. 

You just let him move you around, enjoying whenever he manhandled you. You couldn’t help it, you found Jungkook’s strength so attractive. You watched him lean in, kissing you on the lips and then felt as he slowly moved down, kissing your jaw and then down to your neck where he knew you soft spot was. 

A sigh left your lips once he found it and your grip on his bicep weakened just a little. Jungkook knew he had you where he wanted you. He could see the anger leaving your body, the tension leaving your shoulders as you relax even further into his grip, allowing him to grab you by your hips and sit you on the counter behind you. 

“I’m still mad at you.” You let out, sighing at the feeling of him against you. Jungkook couldn’t have that though, and pulled back a little bit so he could see the small pout against your lips. 

“Please forgive me, baby. I’ll do anything.” He had no clue that he was doing exactly what you wanted him to do, playing right into the palm of your hand. 

Secretly, you had made a second cake, just in case something happened to the first one. It wouldn’t be the first time one of the boys had gotten into the cake before it was time, you just didn’t expect it to be your boyfriend this time. 

But you didn’t let him know that, yet.

“Anything?” You questioned, pulling back from him again and resting your hand on his shoulder. 

Jungkook looked a little taken back, but still nodded his head at your question. He really did feel bad that he let his impulse take over and eat the cake you worked so hard to make for their party.

“I’ll think about my request later. For now, will you get the cake out of the freezer and put it in the box? We’re going to be late for the party.” You pushed him away so you could get down, trying hard not to laugh at the dumbfounded expression on his face. 

“What? Baby, what do you mean?” Jungkook called out after you but you just shut the door to the bedroom behind you. 

Walking over to the freezer, Jungkook sees an almost identical cake to the one he almost finished eating. 

“Aish, this girl.” He laughed out, seeing now he had been played, intentionally or not. Either way, he still did as he was told, carefully placing the finished cake into the carrying box you had left out on the counter. 

It had been a while since you got in a teasing mood, and he couldn’t wait to see what you thought was an adequate punishment for him later tonight. 

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Jungkook

𝐎𝐟𝐟-𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 | Hitskip

"Finding someone who can take care of what you love most when you're no longer able to is a final act of love- and not giving up."

Tags/Warnings: Police Officer!Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Partners to lovers?, Alternate law-system/made up laws, crime, futuristic, sci-fi, body-modifications, Fluff, romance, Adult themes (sex, alcohol, mentions of drugs but no consumption), Comedy?, Angst, injury

Length: gonna be added later

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Despite basically living together, you and Jungkook aren't really all that close.

You've never went on vacation together or even on a day-trip, mainly due to insurance reasons considering you're owned by the police department, and not Jungkook himself. There's been too many accidents and problems in the past, forcing those rules onto handlers nowadays, and some might argue that it's for the better. The more professional you stay with your partner, the more professional you stay during work as well-

But Jungkook has worries.

Mostly because, while you'll probably be able to stay in service for another ten years maybe, he himself has to resign much sooner rather than later. He's got maybe a year left until his contract ends- and he's been told that to resign it, he will have to go through a rigorous process of evaluation again.

A process he most likely won't pass, due to his past injuries and resulting body mods to keep him mobile.

He's already looking for a potential new handler once he leaves- Taehyung being one of those he's got his eye on, though the new officer might not be the best fit for you, considering how he constantly seems caught off guard by your honestly very normal behavior as a police hybrid. You're not a pet down the line. You're not meant to be cuddly and cute and well behaved- you're meant to take down criminals, fight, and protect, most of all.

Seokjin is out of the question too, since he's got Yoongi- and he's still very much fit for work, despite his previously injured shoulder. He didn't need anything other than a regular operation- now he's back in service, more capable than ever.

Jimin doesn't want to do the handler training- he admits himself that he'd get too attached, and that would just harm his performance and put others in danger.

So who the hell is Jungkook supposed to choose? He doesn't want to just.. leave, and let you be alone until the department decides that you're unfit for anyone else, just for you to end up in a shelter where no one's gonna pick you up because who wants an aggressive former policedog hybrid?

"Jungkook?" You wonder, ripping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you, noticing your upper lip bleeding.

"What happened?" He instantly worries, hands carefully holding your face, thump inspecting your little cut that's bleeding. "Hm?" He asks after letting go to let you talk.

"I don' no'-" You fumble a little, trying not to move your lip too much. "I a'e an' use' a new s'oon" You stumble, and he gets up to grab a tissue for you to hold against it, before he walks towards the kitchen table to inspect the spoon you were talking about, running his finger over the edges-

finding a manufacturing error, tiny metal part not rounded properly, sticking out very sharply- so much so that it almost cuts him too.

"We'll wait a little, if it doesn't stop we'll see someone for it, okay?" He asks, moving the tissue a bit to inspect it- noticing that it's not that deep at all. The most challenging part will most likely rather be for you not to lick it constantly- that's gonna be a pain for him to control.

Well, maybe it was for the best that he didn't get the vacation with you.

He'll have to inspect all the cutlery now anyways, before he can let you eat again.

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Sometimes, Jungkook likes to dream.

What would a life be like if he just.. lived normally together with you? If he was just a regular part of this community, and not an officer feared for all the things people in the same uniform have done in the past?

Maybe you wouldn't be so scarred up from knifes and bullets having pierced your skin. Maybe he wouldn't have to wear his own bodymods- maybe you'd both just be normal, and unaware of the horrors human kind can make reality sometimes. But that's not your shared reality- yours is right now, as Jungkook keeps a hold on back straps of your bulletproof vest and harness you wear to hold you back, waiting for the signal to let you inside the house to search for drugs or other illegal substances. They're currently escorting multiple men out the pretty run-down place to make it safer- when he gets the command over his in-ear piece to let you in. "Alright, let's go." He tells you, letting you go so you can immediately run into the house, checking the living room first.

Your hands move the pillows on the couch, eyes frantically moving in concentration, ears moving and tail wagging. He knows it's actually not from excitement, but to 'move' scent around that might've settled somewhere so you can notice it better. Once you catch something, for example, your tail stills as to not disturb the trail, and not interrupt any traces by moving them around.

You're currently on your hands and knees looking beneath the coffee table, before you move again to walk into the next room- the connecting kitchen on the other side of the main entrance hall. It's cluttered, and Jungkook has to watch out as to not slip on any of the trash, gun still drawn in his hand as a safety precaution, just in case. You're tripping a little here and there, looking and sniffing around, tail going left to right at a rapid pace.

You leave the kitchen, make your way upstairs to the bedrooms, entering one of them on the left side. Jungkook follows, notices how your tail suddenly stops, a clear sign that you've picked up something specific. You're supposed to be searching for drugs right now- and so Jungkook watches now with his gun lowered as you look around more specifically, walking one step, evaluating, walking another step, repeat. You're reacting to something, and he wonders what it might be.

Unbeknownst to him, you found something entirely other than drugs.

You're suddenly sitting down in front of a closet, looking over your shoulder towards him, who walks closer to you now, running a hand over your head. "Good job. What's in here?" He asks, pointing before opening, and you reach out to prevent him from doing so.

"RDX." You tell him, and his eyes widen as he helps you up and instantly away from the closet.

"We found something." Jungkook tells into his ear piece, earning the response to clarify what exactly was found. "Highly possibly explosives. Hybrid indication in the upstairs guest bedroom, inside a blue wooden closet." He explains, receiving the response that a bomb squat has been notified to take care of the potential issue, and to get out of the house immediately. Jungkook does just that, taking your hand to rush out, coworkers outside already having evacuated the immediate area.

"Jungkook?" You wonder, and he instantly turns to check up on you, remembering that he did not give you appropriate positive reinforcement either due to the sudden tension of the situation. It's then that you hold out your hand, drop of blood running down from it. "…can I have a plaster maybe?" You ask meekly, and he instantly holds your hand to take a look at the injury.

"How'd that happen pup-.." He somewhat swallows the petname down, hissing a bit at the nasty wound. "Can you move your fingers?" He asks, and you nod, curling them each to show it to him.

"I didn't cut myself- I think my hand got caught on something maybe when I searched the kitchen.." You mumble, ears lowered and tail between your legs.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, well aware that it has to- skin already red and bruised around the cut skin. You shake your head, but once look at him makes your eyes tear up and bottom lip tremble.

Well, down the line, you're also just a living being with thoughts and feelings, and this is also a side that he's come to know about you. The more.. private one, the one that's usually only presented when you're not on duty.

"Alright come on, then, let's wrap something around that for now, okay?" He soothes, smiling softly as he leads you back to the car.

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Considering how fearless you are in the eye of danger, running after any criminal no matter what without any hesitation, Jungkook can't help but laugh a little as you sniffle into his chest, hiding in his sweater now while your wound is getting stitched in the emergency room. You're quietly whimpering while he runs a hand over your back, nurse smiling amused at the whole scene. "Almost done." He soothes, watching how the nurse finishes up the last few stitches before she cleans it again, and wraps it up.

"Alright, there we go!" The nurse says. "Looks like she's gonna get some time off." She smiles, unable to hide her motherly instincts as you look at her with tearful eyes now, pulling your hand towards you now as if to hide it. "It should be fine in a few days, but since it's in a spot that has a lot of movement, I'd say at least for the rest of the week she shouldn't move it too much." She tells Jungkook, who nods.

Back home, and with the knowledge that you'll truly have time off for an entire week, the actual challenges begin. You're not supposed to move your hand, and you know that- but that doesn't mean you won't try and still use it anyways. You're currently climbing on the kitchen counter, attempting to raid the upper cabinet where Jungkook keeps your favorite snacks- but he's quick in his reflexes, tugging you back and putting you down onto the floor again with your feet.

He can't even really be mad at you.

You're not used to being 'home' like this. You don't know the rules, or general manners- that's something you've not been taught, because as a police hybrid, it's not necessary. One of the main reasons why most hybrids in jobs like yours never get to live in a normal home after they get too old or injured to continue their service.

Most stay at special housings, group homes. Jungkook already dreads the day you'll surely have to live in one as well.

"You're not mute. You can ask if you want something." He chuckles, before he's caught off guard when you hug him. Wordlessly so.

You don't talk much, and if you do, mostly only with him. It's always been like that- unfamiliar people make you anxious and quiet you down.

But right now, you're quiet with him too. He can sense there's something you want to ask- but you don't. You just nod, and apologize quietly, before you leave the kitchen to go into your room- leaving the door ajar however. He slowly walks towards it, knocks on it to ask for entrance- and your ears turn towards him at that. "Can I come in?" He wonders, and you nod.

Jungkook isn't in your room very often. He wants to give you as much privacy as he can, treats you like a person and not just a pet or animal. He also wants to keep things professional and has to keep you at a distance at all times, too. It's a tough challenge.

"You seem to have something on your mind." He says, sitting down next to you on the bed, and you just shrug, pulling up your legs to hug them. "Wanna talk about it?" Jungkook asks, and you shake your head.

He respects that. Sometimes, there's just things you want to keep to yourself- just like himself.

"Jungkook?" You ask suddenly, quietly, and he instantly turns towards you to make sure you know you've got his attention. "Why.. didn't you tell me you'll leave soon?" You ask, and his heart drops.

"I don't even know that yet." He tries to justify, but it's clear that it doesn't help.

"But you're pretty sure." You scold him. "I overheard you talking to Taehyung.. you wanna get rid of me before you'll quit." You huff, and he shakes his head at that.

"That's not true." He denies. "I'm not getting rid of you. I just don't want you to end up alone." He sighs.

"..am I not alone already?" You mumble almost incoherently- but he hears it. "I wanna sleep now." You tell him before he can ask you what you mean-

And your statement is a clear way to tell him that you wouldn't even answer him if he asked anyway.

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It's just patrol. Nothing big.

And yet, the silence inside the car is suffocating him.

You're normally always pretty quiet- but you do chat around whenever there's nothing much going on, or if you're on simple patrol duty like today. However, ever since that moment a few days ago in your room, you've been distant- trying to detach yourself from him, it feels like.

He's never noticed just how close you've gotten until now that you've pulled yourselves apart from one another.

"Man, he's speeding." Jungkook mumbles from the driver's seat, while you perk up just to look up front to see what he's seeing.

The guy is in fact speeding, even if it's not too much. But what's more obvious is the swaying- he's missing a taillight already, and the car clearly has issues staying properly on the road. And when he runs over a stop-sign, Jungkook sighs, and turns on his lights to signal the driver to pull over- and the car does so, almost slamming into a street sign as it clumsily parks at the side of the road.

"I'll be right back." He says, before he steps out, leaving you in the trunk area that's cut off from the backseats by metal bars to keep you safe from people he potentially needs to transport. "Stay alert." Is the last thing he says, before he walks towards the car for a routine check.

Probably a drunk driver. Maybe drugs involved- you'll most likely be taken out for a search in a few minutes, and then you'll clock out an hour later.

But then you hear commotion- Jungkook shouting, and you instantly go into high alert, looking through the metal bars to see him arguing with a tall man who's clearly agitated about something. And then, everything happens so fast that you can't even process it quick enough.

A shot, clear as day, Jungkook running towards the car, opening the trunk where you're in, before he barks out for you to get him- the man running off into a field that you instantly follow after.

You can't really think much about what might've happened where the cars are still parked. You've got tunnel vision, legs keeping you running as fast as you can as you chase the man through the field, trying hard not to lose sight of him.

Unaware that the man is still armed.

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"Did she get him?" Jungkook asks in the hospital, as Seokjin arrives to pick him up. The shot had grazed his body mods and made him lose balance and feeling in his legs and hands- so it had to be fixed in a minor surgery, leaving him mostly unconscious for the past two days.

"Yeah- he was arrested, is awaiting trial. Was terribly wasted and on meth." He offers dryly, causing Jungkook to become suspicious.

"Did.. she sleep at the station while I was gone?" He asks, but he doesn't get an answer until he pulls his coworkers shoulder to make him face him. "Where is she?" He asks, and Seokjin sighs.

"Just focus on healing right now, kook-" He starts, but Jungkook shakes his head, face angry.

"I'm perfectly fine, now answer me." He demands. "Where is she?"

"She got hurt." Seokjin admits. "She's.. in hospital right now, but she'll be fine."

"What happened?" He urges once again. "Seokjin, what fucking happened?" He asks, but the officer refuses to answer, not until Jungkook speaks up again in the car later, on the way to his house. "How bad?" He lowly questions.

"They're not sure." Jin finally comes clean. "If you want, you can see her once she's allowed to have visitors. I can offer you to review the body cam footage too, just to.. prepare yourself." He sighs.

"I should've never let her out." Jungkook runs a hand over his face. "I should've waited for backup-"

"There's no use in that now." Jin offers. "Things happen. It was a stressful situation, you couldn't have known. Things quite literally happened in the span of minutes." He reassures him. "And she did the same. She thought about getting the job done, and she did." He says.

"..so she did catch him?" Jungkook asks.

"Absolutely. Held him down.. well, despite her situation." Jin nods almost proudly. "Jungkook." He takes a deep breath, sighs as he parks in front of the younger man's house. "She.. might not return into service. "

Jungkook doesn't move, eyes becoming distant. He's not sure how bad it must be- but he can assume it by this sentence alone. If you're not returning to service, that the damage done must've been severe.

"Keep your head up, robo-cop." Seokjin pats Jungkook's back- not too much, since he's still recovering. "She's a tough cookie. She'll make it." He tries to reassure.

And Jungkook nods-

hoping he's gonna be right about that.

Ride Or Die Chapter 17 Season Finale - A / S JJK

— pairing |Jeon Jungkook/Reader x Jung Hoseok/Reader

— word c |5,428

— genre |Mafia au!, Angst, smut

— summary | The nightmare finally seems to end and gives you a chance for a fresh start.

— warnings/tags |Adult content, Violence, low slang words, blood. It's short but it's worth it. Now yes, quality Smut with JK

— A/N | Season finale, it didn't turn out as I expected, but even so, I ended up liking this ending. It took me almost two years to release a new chapter, and I apologize. But my plans for Ride Or Die aren't over. After I correct and rewrite the old chapters, a new season of Ride Or Die will begin.

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Your bedroom door was locked. 

You were lying on the bed, your back on the mattress wearing only black panties and bra. Jungkook had climbed your window and entered your room while you showered, and now was lying beside you, his lips were against your neck, while his hand massaged you slowly inside your panties, making you arche your back sometimes and bite your own lips to prevent you from releasing some sound and end up drawing your parents attention who were in some room in the house. Since you had told them that you were officially dating him, They made it very clear that they couldn't stand Jungkook and that dating him was a waste of time and would only lead to suffering and obviously low grades at school. 

But as an ordinary teenager, full of rebellion and emotions, you just ignored them.

"Do you think I'm going to be one of the cool girls in college?"

Jungkook raised his head and looked at you in a frown.

“My hand is in your panties and you’re thinking about college?” He asked unsure if you were just joking or if you were actually being serious. “What is it? I've lost the knack of turning you on and now you have to think about all the work you're going to go through for the next five years in college to feel horny?” 

"Sorry, I know it's not the right time, but I'm worried and anxious at the same time. The end of the year is less than three months away and graduation is almost here. I'm afraid I'll start college and everyone will hate me and, I don't know, I've heard some pretty bad stories from girls who got hazing in their freshman year at university...”

“Babe.” He leaned down and lightly kissed your lips. “You'll do fine. You'll be the cutest newbie in that place and you don't have to worry about the stupid hazing, because if anyone touches you, I'll kill them all.” He whispered, kissing you again, and with that, slowly moving his fingers over your clit that moaned softly into his mouth, making Jungkook's entire body tingle with desire. “Your pussy is all wet, all ready to be stretched by my cock.” Jeon bit your lip and you threaded your fingers through his black hair, moaning sly as he increased the pressure of his fingers inside your panties. Again that shiver hit the boy's spine and he swore softly, leaving his mouth and bringing his lips to your ear. “Fuck, you are so sexy, love.” He whispered biting your lobe. “You moan like those porn actresses in a softcore movie.”

You then started laughing out loud, letting go of his hair and using your hands to cover your mouth as you laughed.Jeon leaned his head on the your shoulder and laughed with you. He knew that was one of the stupidest and most frustrating things he'd ever said, but he just couldn't resist. And anyway, even though he'd ruined the mood, Jungkook loved the sound of your laughter. 

"Honey?" Your mother's voice had you choking back a laugh and widening your eyes looking at the door. "Is everything okay?" She asked and soon both saw the knob moving, thanking god the door was locked. Jungkook really wouldn't mind if his in-laws caught him there when they made it crystal clear that they didn't want him stepping inside their house, even less in your room, because Jeon didn't give a damn about rules and laws, but he knew that if his girlfriend's parents caught him there, they would fight with you, and he didn't want that to happen again that week. He hated when you were upset over fights with your parents. “Why is the door locked? (y/n)?”

“I'm getting changed, Mom. And you guys have this habit of coming into my room without knocking, so I locked it so I could change in peace.” You said getting up from the bed, dodging Jeon's hands and walking towards the closet, getting a nightgown that you used to sleep.

"Can you open it? I need to speak with you." The woman said from the other side of the door. Jungkook rolled his eyes and pointed his fingers at his head like he was shooting at her before rolling off the bed onto the floor, and crawl under the bed, already being used to doing that. Before unlocking the door, you made sure that from where you were, no one would be able to see what was under your bed, and only then you open it. Meredith was wearing a matte black dress and matching pumps on her feet. Her hair was in wavy strands, falling to her shoulders and her makeup was light, and she looked at you confused to see that you were already in your night clothes. "It's seven o'clock, are you going to sleep now?"

"Yes, I'm a little tired today." You said putting your hand in front of your mouth, pretending to yawn. "I was studying just now, reading about colonization made me exhausted."

"Aren't you going out with that boy today? On a Friday?"

“That boy has a name, Mom. And no, Jungkook and I decided to stop going out and stay out late. Finals week is approaching and we both need to sleep and study harder, you know?” You said and even without seeing it, you knew that Jeon was covering his mouth under the bed to keep from laughing at the biggest lie you had ever told your parents, except for when you told them you were still a virgin. It was a stupid lie, but Meredith believed you and even smiled proudly. The angel on your left shoulder said 'you're going to hell for blatantly lying to your mother', but the demon on your right shoulder said 'but Jungkook is going to hell with you too, so it'll be fun', and that made you smile too.

“Well, your dad and I are going out to dinner. Want something when we get back?”

“Hmm, no. If I get hungry, I'll order a pizza, but thanks anyway.” You smiled again. “And you look beautiful, by the way.”

“Own, thank you dear.” She said leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek before whispering a goodbye and walking down the hall towards the stairs.  “We should be back by ten o'clock.”

“All right, have fun, love ya.” You said as soon as you saw your mother starting to come down the stairs. So you closed the door and locked it again, leaning against it. Jeon poked his head out of his hiding place and asked in a whisper if it was ok to leave, but you asked him to wait a moment. When you heard the garage door open and close, and then the sound of your father's Tucson driving away, you gave the okay sign to the guy who crawled out from under the bed , back to his feet. 

“So where were we?” He asked looking you up and down. You laughed crossing your arms.

“We were talking about how hot and dominant college seniors can be.” And that caused Jungkook's jealous side to be activated. He scoffed, shooting her a look that made everyone but you intimidated. “You know, Becca told me that in some prank calls, freshmen have to get naked and sometimes even have sex with seniors to be accepted into frats…”

“No fucking way that's going to happen.” He didn't wait for you to finish talking to walk towards you, grab your waist with one hand and pull you hard against his body, making you squeal and bite your lip staring at him with a cheeky look. “You are mine.”

“Am I?” You teased and that only made Jeon's eyes darken and he let out a nervous laugh that raised the hairs on the back of your neck. The next moment he was grabbing the neckline of your nightgown and ripping it open, making your eyes widen. “Jungkook, that was my favorite.”

“Well said, was.”

He pulled you in for a kiss as he used one hand to unclasp the bra behind your back. You brought your hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, pulling it off with his help, scratching at his bare chest, feeling his muscles tense at your touch. Without warning, Jungkook bent down and threw you over his shoulder, making you laugh and scream as he smacked you on the ass before throwing you on the bed, making it squeak. You loved the wild side he had pretty much every time you had sex, that way things didn't get boring.

“Someone is angry.” You teased as you saw him standing in front of your bed, his figure taking off his belt and throwing it away, his chest tense, his big and veined hands unbuttoning his pants, making them join with the other piece in the corner of the room. You can't help but swear and rub your thighs together at the sight of the dick you've been riding so hard, ready for action. Blinking a few times, you managed to pull your attention away from his manhood to look into Jungkook's black eyes that were fixed on yours, the same intense look he always used when he wanted you, a look that burned, penetrated you heart, soul and obviously, your panties.

Jungkook put one of his knees on the mattress and grabbed both of your heels, pulling you down a little, before turning you on the bed, making you onto your stomach, leaving your ass up for him. You hadn't realized how labored your breathing was until that moment. You couldn't see him, but you felt his fingers brushing your skin as he gripped the sides of your panties and pulled them down your legs, finally leaving you completely naked. 

Then he crawled over you, sitting on your thighs, making you moan at the feel of his hard cock against the side of your ass. Jeon held your hair, combing it with his fingers and tossing it over one of your shoulders, before leaning over you, he climbed wet kisses up your back, kissing your ear, your cheek and then your lips. Still hovering over your body, he propped one arm to the side of your head, brushed the bangs from your face and stared into your eyes. He sighed slowly before running his tongue slowly over his lips wetting them, making you swallow hard, wanting to kiss his mouth again.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard that for the next few hours you won't even remember the shit you just told me.” He said calmly, and all you could do was nod.

Jungkook sat down again, taking your arms and crossing them behind your back, using one hand to hold them while with the other, he massaged your entrance, wetting his own fingers, making you squirm beneath him, feeling that if he didn't start soon, you would start begging madly.

“Be a good girl to me, and I promise to take you to heaven.” He said as he started brushing your pussy with his cock, teasing you, making you lift your ass a little more, wanting him to put it on already.

“I rather go to hell.”  You whispered and Jeon looked at you, seeing the naughty smile on your face. “There must be as hot as my pussy must be waiting for you right now.”  Jungkook let out a sly laugh before putting his cock inside at once, stretching your pussy, massaging your inner walls, making you bury your face against the mattress so you wouldn't scream as you felt the pleasure of having him fill you for the first time that day.

“No, no, no.” He said holding your hair with his free hand and pulling it, making you raise your head. “I want to hear you.” 

"Then start fucking me." You said through your teeth, tired of waiting, wanting him to start moving and that's what he did.

He let go of your hair, letting your head rest against the mattress and used his free hand to hold and lean on the headboard, as he began to move slowly inside you, gradually increasing his speed, until he was thrusting deep and hard, making you roll your eyes and moan loudly.

Jungkook released your arms and held your waist, lifting you up, making you get on all fours for him, grabbing your shoulders and moving his hips against yours, moving slowly, giving you time to get used to that position until again he was pushing hard, while you had trouble keeping your voice low. All your neighbors would listen and the next day they would tell your mother that they heard screams inside the house and you would be screwed, but at that moment, the only thing that mattered to you was to come on your boyfriend's dick.

"Fuck, (y/n)." Jeon swore before slapping you on the ass and holding it, his fingers almost digging into your skin, using so much force that it would leave marks, making you arch your back and bite your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. He felt it when your pussy started to tighten even more around his cock,then Jeon pushed your shoulders down, making you rest your chest on the bed, leaving your ass upturned and holding it like that with one hand, bringing the other to your clit, massaging it, making it even harder to control your breathing, making you gasp as your orgasm neared. "You're so tight babe. Are you going to come on my cock?"

“Yeah.” You replied in a squeaky voice. "Jungkook..."

You couldn't finish the sentence ‘cause your body was taken by a delicious sensation, making every nerve in your body feel that pleasant little pain, and your body started to shake. Jungkook pushed your hips down, leaving you fully lying on the bed before lying on top of you, increasing the strength and speed he put in until he finally came, letting out a curse, leaning his face on your back, feeling his body go numb and with ragged breaths you both started laughing with the post-orgasm sensation.

"Fuck, that was intense." You whispered when Jungkook fell down lying next to you on the bed. The boy looked at you and smiled, using his hand to wipe the sweat that was dripping from your forehead, before tossing his bangs back.

"With you, everything is intense, sweetheart."

And now in the present, Jungkook was sitting on his bed, staring into space, remembering that night, just like he had for the past two weeks, just remembering what it was like to spend nights inside you, what it was like to be loved by you, wanted by you, images and sounds that were now only distant memories, just like you. It had been two weeks since you had left town with Hoseok, gone to god knows where. Two weeks you'd yelled at him, broken up with him. And he couldn't even make a call to see how you were, it was too dangerous and Shadow might just trace the call and come to you. He just wished he could go back in time, and try to do things differently, try not to let you down, not hurt you. And he could only think that Hoseok might be using this opportunity to get closer to you, to get his hands on you. And that made him even more furious.

“Jungkook.” Jin's voice shouting his name, made him get up from the bed and leave the room, seeing Jin run into the hallway, with an expression of despair on his face. “Hoseok called, Shadow is dead.”

“What? What you mean...” And he felt the blood rush from his face. "(y/n), is she..."

"She's fine, bruised, but fine. Hoseok got there in time. Dean is already arranging the plane, we're leaving in ten minutes."

A few hours earlier.

You didn't know what to do, your whole body ached, and the smell of your own blood mixed with saliva was intoxicating you. You couldn't scream, you couldn't get the neighbors' attention and get them involved in that shit. You would die. No, all the kicks and punches she had hit you in the ribs, legs, chest and face didn't seem to be enough to make you give up. You needed to hold on a little longer, you just had to hold on until Hoseok came, and he would come, you knew that. That's what you thought as you crawled down the hall floor, and you could hear her footsteps behind you, knew she was right behind you, following you, reveling in your pain and despair.

You entered the first door down the hall, it was Hoseok's room, tried to stand, but Shadow kicked you in the back, and you felt the tip of her heel up your spine, causing you to fall face down on the floor again, next to the bed.

"I truly don't know what Jungkook saw in you." She laughed. You managed to turn around, lying on your back, looking straight at her who was now standing by the door, arms crossed and a beaming smile on her face. "I mean, you're cute, but I'm so much more. I'm smart, insightful, graceful, I have great taste in clothes, which you don't, I have a lot of skills that you don't either.” And so she came closer, crouching down beside you, clasping her two hands together, genuinely curious. "What's so special about you that he even tried to kill me?"

“He loves me.”

She laughed out loud, as if you'd just told the funniest joke in the whole world.

"Love is idiocy."

"It could be." You snapped, swallowing your own blood. "But it's the one thing that you don't have."

"But I might have."

"No you can't. You can't force anyone to love you. And that's what you envy me so much about, that I managed to make them love me, that I managed to make Jungkook love me, something that will never happen to you, you heartless bitch.” And you screamed as she landed an even harder blow to your face, if your nose hadn't been broken before, it most certainly was now.

"Let's see if he'll still love you after I kill you." And she straddled you, both hands going straight for your neck, squeezing hard as you struggled to get free, to save yourself.And as the despair increased, the more numb your body began to get, and your hands moved by themselves. That's when your hand accidentally went under the bed, feeling something sharp, stuck against the wood of the bed frame. You didn't have time to think anymore, you just acted, grabbed the blade and swung it into Rawoon's chest. She screamed and jumped back, her hand reaching for her chest, covering the wound. You didn't know where all that strength and energy came from, but the next second, you were on your feet, screaming and stabbing the woman who couldn't defend herself anymore, the knife hitting several places on her body, including her face.

Cowardly, she ran out of the room, her feet slipping in the trail of blood you'd left on the floor, but this time you were the hunter and she the hunted. And getting close to the stairs, you kicked her in the back, causing her to scream and roll down the steps, making a loud noise as she hit the ground at the bottom of the stairs.

At the same moment, Hoseok arrived breaking down the door, sending wood flying, he first looked at the woman on the floor, relieved to see it wasn't you, and as soon as he saw you coming down the stairs leaning against the wall, your hands smeared with blood staining the wallpaper, he jumped over the woman's body in time to catch you on the last step before your legs gave out and you nearly fell to the floor. He hugged you tight, never taking his eyes off Shadow who was writhing on the ground. And finally feeling like you could give up, you let the tears that were stored up fall and you cried. You cried loudly, hard, while Jung had his arms around you.

"It's okay princess, you're safe now."

He whispered to you, watching the woman on the floor spit blood and laugh in delight at the moment.

"She'll never be safe as long as I'm alive..."

And Hoseok didn't let her finish the sentence, he just took his hand back, holding the pistol grip that was kept in his waist and pulling it out, unlocking it and pulling the trigger. You just heard the noise, you shivered at it, but you didn't look at her, you just knew the nightmare was over. Hoseok had put an end to it.

You didn't know how, but Jimin was the first to get there, he said he knew something was wrong, because Shadow had been quiet for too long, and when he decided to check, he found out that she had taken a flight to that city. You were sitting in the back of an ambulance at that moment, the paramedics had already cleaned most of your wounds, especially the ones on your face, getting all that blood out.  Your nose was broken, but at least it was back in place now. Jimin was talking to the cops, he was probably making up another story so he wouldn't involve the mafia in that. And you were more than happy to hear that your sister was okay, that any danger to her was past and that there were Interpol agents watching over her, protecting her.

Could everything finally be getting back to normal?

"I talked to Jin." Hoseok's figure appeared in front of you, causing you to take your focus away from the body being carried out of the house on a covered stretcher and look at him. "They're on their way here. They should be here shortly, Mr. Jeon Dean has arranged a private flight." You just nodded and curled up under the blanket they had given you. Hoseok bit his lip as he watched you, he patted the back of his cell phone in his hand three times before tucking it into his back pocket.He then sat next to you, watching as the cops worked, just like you did. You then lay with your head on his shoulder, and he rested his cheek in your hair. "You were very brave to face her alone like that." he whispered. "Although you should have run as soon as you saw her, she could have killed you."

"She tried to choke me" You whispered back. "What saved me was your paranoia of keeping weapons scattered around the house."

"I told you that one day we would need it." He chuckled."But I expected me to use them, not you." And so he was silent for a few seconds. "I'm sorry, I should have been here to protect you."

"You went shopping, Hobi, you and I neither knew she would show up here out of nowhere. And you got there in time, I could have passed out and she could still be alive and killed me, you saved me."

"We both saved you."

And again, silence was established between the two who just watched people walking around. But everything seemed to get intense again and your eyes threatened to fill with tears once more. You didn't want this, you didn't want to cry anymore, you were so tired of it all. You needed help.

"I don't wanna cry." You whispered, your voice breaking again. Hoseok moved his head, looking down at you who were now hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "Please distract me."

"What do you want me to do?" He asked, his hand coming to rest on his which was now against his chest.

You took a deep breath.

"Kiss me." You asked, lifting your face and looking into his eyes, seeing his eyebrows drop, frowning. "Please kiss me, I need this, I need to feel something real."You begged in a whisper and Hoseok, who was always at your mercy, couldn't say no, sealing your lips, careful not to be rough and make you feel even more pain. He hugged your body gently and led the kiss, tongues touching and low moans escaping from between their mouths. It was everything he ever wanted and everything you needed. Feeling safe, normal, loved.

After a long visit to the hospital and after Jimin told you everything he had told the police, you would have to give your statements, but Jimin assured you that it was just bureaucracy, and that you just needed to tell the police what he had said. The story was, you and Hoseok were in the witness protection program for witnessing a murder and that woman was a professional assassin, hired to find and kill them. That's why you had all those weapons scattered around the house and that's why Hoseok had to kill her. It wasn't far from the real story, but it would prevent the Jeons name from being involved.

And now you were all sitting in a hotel room, silent, looking at each other. The room wasn't very big and the hotel wasn't the most luxurious or the best, but until all that blood was removed from the house, you wouldn't step there. You were in the armchair, with Hoseok sitting next to you and Jungkook was on the other side of the room, his eyes glued to you, but he didn't have the courage to say a word.

"Dean just said he already talked to Shadow's father. There will be no retaliation as that psychopath was to blame for the death of three innocent people who had absolutely nothing to do with the family business." Jin said putting the phone away and leaning close to the door.

"Well, (y/n)'s sister is safe, I'll let my agent friends watch them for a few more days and then ask them to leave." Jimin who was sitting on the bed next to Taehyung and Namjoon said.

"Good, then I guess I can finally come home." Becca, who was on a video call on your cell phone said, on the other side of the screen next to her was Yoongi. "We'll finally be able to finish studying in peace. But it's going to be so hard without Suhee. Will you move into the dorm with me, (y/n)?" Becca asked and even though you looked at her, you were silent for a few seconds, which actually became minutes, and everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked, reaching out and touching your arm. You shook your head, couldn't smile because the bandage on your nose hurt every time you breathed. You looked at Hoseok who gave you a smirk. Giving you the courage to speak up.

"Actually Becca, I won't be going back to Little Fox."

"What?" Your friend's voice and Jungkook's made a chorus as they said the same thing at the same moment.

"I've decided that going back there isn't going to be good for me, so me and Hoseok decided we're going to stick around."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jungkook said seriously, making everyone turn towards him who was furious, getting up from his chair. "Are you staying here with him?"

You sighed, grimacing as you felt the twinges in your nose. You were too tired to put up with all that and still argue with him.

"I don't have anything else to say. I'm going to lie down, excuse me." You said getting up and walking towards the door, but Jungkook entered in front of you, blocking your way and in the same second Hoseok was standing behind you, ready to fight if necessary, the others who were in the room, all rolled their eyes, also tired of so much fight.

"You can't be serious (y/n), I know I made mistakes..."

"Mistakes?" You repeated the word with such disgust you swore your stomach churned. "Suhee's death wasn't a mistake Jungkook, it was a tragedy, just like my parents' death, Namjoon could have died that day too, and you didn't do anything to help them. You ran off with Shadow and kissed her while my best friend died in the operating room, while her friend almost died too.”  And before you knew it, you were screaming, your anger covering your pain. “You always said you'd do anything for me, but you were never there for me. Hoseok was the one who took me to the morgue to do the recon for my parents' bodies. Taehyung, Jin and Namjoon comforted me that day. Jimin was the one with me at their funeral. Yoongi saved me from getting shot at Suhee's funeral, I stabbed Shadow to save myself, Jungkook. Hoseok killed her. You've never done anything for me except bring me suffering.”

“That’s not true...”

“Yes, it is, Jungkook.” You screamed, throwing your hands up, exhausted. "But I don't just blame you, it was my fault too, because I pushed this relationship, I insisted on this shit and look what happened? I'm tired, and I've broken up with you before, I'm just reinforcing things. It's over between us. There is nothing else, go live your life with your drugs and your beatings, do what you want, but stay away from me. I won't let my future go to hell just because I love you.”

“Babe, please...” He moved his hand to touch you, but you dodged it, taking a few steps back, letting your back touch Hoseok's chest, who placed both hands on your shoulders.

"This is a goodbye, Jungkook." You said. "I stabbed someone today, I smeared someone else's blood on my hands, get out of my way or I'll make you." And from your tone of voice, everyone knew you weren't kidding. Jin then approached, slowly pushed Jungkook away, pulling him out of your way, letting you and Hoseok out of the room. All stunned, confused by what had just happened.

And for the first time, Jungkook really felt like he had lost you.

···

A week later.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay there?" Jin asked as he helped take Jungkook's bags out of the trunk and put them in the luggage cart.

"No, I think I'm going to freak out and try to kill everyone in the first 48 hours, but if that's the price I have to pay to get her back, then I make that sacrifice."

"You don't know if she's going to want to get back together with you, Jungkook."

"If I'm a better man, yes, she'll take me back." Jungkook grumbled back to his brother who sighed and gave up. As soon as they stopped at the door, they got a good look at the facade of the building.

'LITTLE FOX PSYCHIATRIC REHABILITATION CENTER.'

And for a moment, he began to doubt himself.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked taking his eyes off the building and looking at his brother who stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged, biting his lips. "Do you think they'll be able to take away my desire to hurt people?"

"I don't know, but trying is already a start." And Jungkook looked back at the building, starting to feel anxious. When he came up with the idea, he was extremely excited, but at that moment, he started to think it wouldn't be a good idea. "I'm sure when (y/n) finds out, she'll be happy to know that you're trying to be someone better." And Jin knew he had touched Jungkook's weak point, because as soon as he heard his name, the boy smiled so widely that anyone who saw him at that moment, with that innocent bunny smile, would never imagine the bad things he had already done.

“You’re right. I have to think about her, and everything will turn out fine." And so he went back to pushing the cart, this time going through the doors of the Clinic. Once inside, he waved smiling at Jin who waved back, and soon the doors closed. .

"I hope he doesn't kill everyone." Jin said to himself and turned his back walking back to the car, and even though he was worried, he was happy that Jungkook had started a new chapter in his life.

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The Rabbit on the Moon Part 6 [Final]

⊸ Pairing: BTS Jungkook  ⇆ Reader

⊸ Genre: Police officer/ Hybrid/ Fluff/ Angst/ Smut 

⊸ Warning: rated M; Thematic elements, intercourse (protected), inappropriate usage of toys in foreplay, oral (fem & male), light dom/sub themes, sub Jungkook, fingering, edging and mounting.  

⊸ Summary: The moon was your sun. You’ve grown up working under the moonlight as long as you could remember. You served a man, who controlled the monsters that roamed the city at day and night, or rather the devil himself. When the others around you slowly start disappearing, you start wondering if it’ll soon be your turn. A hand reaches out to you, the hand of a gentle rabbit disguised as a wolf, offering a way out. Will you be able to escape the clutches of the devil in time?

⊸ Words: 5.7K

⊸ A/N: Thank you for reading! I don’t own gif and credit for gif unknown.

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Naughty Girls Have to be Punished: Reader x Taehyung x Jungkook

Rating: Mature, it has a bit of BDSM, toys, and two boys fucking the shit out of you ;)

Don’t read if you don’t like smut or themes of being a complete whore. 

“Is this her?” The officer in front of you was young and handsome; he had long hair for a cop. You figured that it he was someone important son otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to get away with the hair he had. He was leaning back on a chair with his feet on a desk.

“Yeah, she tried to escape with evidence.” The other officer who had a grip on your arm; his cop uniform showed his bulging muscles. He threw your laptop bag onto the desk next to the other officer’s feet. You winced at the loud thud.

“Hey! That’s expensive damnit! It’s worth more both of your salaries!” You yelled out struggling against the officer holding you.

“She’s got a mouth on her doesn’t she Jungkook?” The other officer stood up and walked over to you.

You glared at the officer in front you who was inspecting you now. He whistled low bending down so his face was inches from yours. “I have to admit. She is pretty.”

The officer you assumed was named Jungkook spoke. “Don’t get any ideas Taehyung. We are supposed to be putting away this criminal.”

Taehyung stood up straight. “Well duh. I was making an observation. It’s part of my job.” He winked at you then sat back in his usual position at the desk. You stood there with your mouth wide open. How could someone in his place be so devious.  Jungkook grabbed the evidence then pulled you in the back to the investigation room. The room was cold and uninviting; it had concrete floors and black walls. It looked more like a torture room to you with a single table and two chairs on each side. Jungkook sat you down at the chair, and he sat down across from you opening the laptop bag. He let out a small chuckle.

“With this evidence you will be put away for a long time.” The young cop searched through the papers and opened your laptop.

“Password.” He spoke in a calm tone.

You looked away refusing to say a word.

A smirk appeared on his lips and he stood up. Jungkook grabbed your face to make you look straight at him. “Password. Now.” His voice was firm.

“I don’t have to tell you anything!” You spat back at him.

He pushed your face away with an amused grin. “We both know what you did. Now just give me the password. It will make it easier for you.” He leaned to whisper in your ear causing you to shiver.

You let out a growl and kicked your foot out slamming it into his stomach. He doubled over in pain then grabbed your cuffed wrists pulling you towards him. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me? No cop would hit a girl.” You mocked at him.

“I see. We will have to do this differently.” Jungkook mumbled under his breath then cuffed you to the chair while also cuffing your feet to the table to keep you from kicking again.

He left the room for a second then came back with a large duffle bag. You stared at the bag with wide curious eyes.

“We got a call from your ex-boyfriend at nine o’clock saying all his money was gone. Then we see that your IP address was the last on the account. You thought you could be sneaky and cover up your tracks?”

You shook your head as Jungkook opened the duffle bag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jungkook eyed you for a minute then pulled something out of the duffle bag. It was large and purple. You knew exactly what it was. A vibrator. A purple vibrator.

“Oh, sweetheart. I think you know something, but we won’t know anything until we get that password.” Jungkook walked over slowly pressing the vibrator to your cheek.

“This can’t be legal.” You glared up at Jungkook feeling your heartbeat out of your chest. He was handsome and it had been a few months for you ever since your boyfriend left you for someone prettier and better than you, so to get him back you stole all his money.

“Well, you see we learned very fast that girls like you will give up any information with the right…persuasion.”  He pulled the vibrator away and turned it on. The humming was loud and you watched the vibrator swirl in circles while biting your bottom lip.

“I still won’t say anything. I’m not like all girls. I won’t break as easily.” You weren’t sure if you were teasing, but a part of you wanted this. If you were gonna be put away for the rest of your life for your crimes it would be nice to have sex one last time.

“We will see about that.” Jungkook teased then ran the vibrator along your breasts that were covered by a thin black tank top. You pressed your thighs together at the feeling of the vibrator, but you weren’t going to let this man win easily or let a moan come out of you even though you already felt yourself getting wet.

“You really picked a good outfit to get arrested in didn’t you.” Jungkook yanked down your straps and half your top freeing your breasts right away. He pressed the vibrator to your nipple as you squirmed and bit your lip to keep from moaning. You cursed yourself in your head about the outfit you choose. You wanted to be comfy and now you are paying the price for it.

“Password.” He leaned in whispering in your ear and licked it teasingly.

You shivered from his tongue, but kept your mouth shut.

He let out a small groan then grabbed your cuffs forcing you stand up. Jungkook yanked down your booty shorts and panties then pressed the vibrator in between your wet folds against your clit. The vibrating sensation caused your legs to shake as you let out a soft moan.

“Ah. That’s it. Give into the feeling sweetheart.” Jungkook cooed at you while keeping the vibrator pressed against your clit.

The vibrating was relentless against you, but you shook your head in denial. “I’m not talking.” Your body was betraying you as you felt your inner thighs get soaked with your juices from the toy.

Jungkook growled. “Fine.” He pulled the vibrator away causing you to let out a breath of relief, but that relief wasn’t there for long. He bent you over the table with his strong hands. You struggled against him lightly. You weren’t sure what he was planning this time, but you were kind of excited.

“I see that this little slut needs a little more help remembering.” His voice was right next to yours as you heard rustling and metal. He snapped his belt so you could hear it echo through the room. Before, you could protest he lifted the belt then landed it on your bare ass. You screamed out in pain and pleasure at the feeling of the leather cracking down on your ass.

“Fuck!” You yelled.

“So, I will ask again. Give me the password.” Jungkook cracked the leather belt against your ass again as you screamed.

“FUCK YOU!” You yelled out even louder.

Jungkook shook his head and cracked his belt against your ass again. Each slap against your now bright red ass stung but felt so good. You moaned and screamed with your eyes rolling back into your head. You felt yourself cum that ran down your thighs with your juices.

“What a naughty whore you are.” Jungkook stated rubbing your ass with his hands. You shivered at his touch. “I think you are enjoying this more than me.” You teased.

Jungkook pulled from your ass then used the belt to gag you; the tasted the rough leather between your teeth.

“Until you are ready to give me the password. You aren’t allowed to talk.” After buckling the belt around your head firmly Jungkook positioned himself behind you.

“You are the only girl who has made this hard.” He sighed when he freed his cock through his uniform. You felt his hard member rub against your slick folds then he inserted himself into your entrance. You moaned gripping the edge of the table while you bit the leather in your mouth. He was so big and filled you up better than any guy has ever done. Jungkook gripped your hips and started to thrust fast and hard right away. He let himself get carried away with you and lost all control of himself; he didn’t care for your pleasure you were his to use and fuck. 

You moaned as he gripped your throat choking you from behind with his thrusts getting harder and faster his balls slapping your clit and hips slapping your red hurting ass. Jungkook groaned in your ear while choking you. He was showing you who was in control and that he would do anything to get you behind bars, but the way he was losing himself inside you with his thrusts being more merciless you had a feeling that he wanted you from the moment he saw you. His thrusting got faster as his tight grip on throat caused your screams of pleasure to be muffled. Suddenly, he turned your head and pressed his lips against yours. 

You moaned in the heated kiss with tongues fighting for dominance over the other. There was biting of lips and tongues running along another in the kiss while he kept thrusting inside your soaking wet cunt. You moaned loudly in the kiss and pulled away quickly cumming on his cock. He moaned and pulled his cock spurting all over your red ass and lower back. You fell to the floor on your knees panting; Jungkook was panting as he put away his cock. You were both exhausted, and you didn’t know if you were fighting with each other anymore.

Taehyung swung open the door. “Jungkook, the chief called he wanted to know…” His words trailed off and he hung up his cell phone that was in his hand. His eyes were on you covered in sweat and on the ground naked with a belt in your mouth then they darted over to Jungkook face dripping with sweat looking bat at Taehyung.

“Jungkook?” He raised an eyebrow at Jungkook and vibrator on the table.

Jungkook held up his hands. “I know what it looks like, but trust me.”

“Trust you? Is this girl even guilty?” Taehyung whined closing the door.

“Yes, there is evidence on her computer. So, I tried to get the password from her.” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head looking at you in slight shame.

“By fucking her?” Taehyung’s voice was dull and unamused as he crossed his arms.

Jungkook shrugged.

Taehyung walked over and picked you carefully.

“Well, did you at least get it from her?” Taehyung asked eyeing you with a hungry evil look.

“No.” He undid the belt around your head.

“I guess we will have to try harder then until she is obedient.” Taehyung gripped your hair tightly. Jungkook had a smirk on his face as he looked at Taehyung and you.

You whined a bit. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am.” Taehyung leaned down uncuffing your leg and uncuffing you off the chair. You stood there patiently; you figured there was no use in running.

“Good girl.” Taehyung smiled then pushed you down to your knees. He took his cock out of his uniform; it was half hard and just as big as Jungkook’s cock. You took it into your hand stroking the length slowly and watched as it got bigger and harder in your hand. You ran your tongue along the tip then took the head into your mouth. Taehyung leaned his head back running his fingers through your hair. You took more of him into your running your tongue along his cock while sucking.

Even though, he wanted you to do more Taehyung pulled you away from his cock and lay down on the cold concrete floor. He had a hold of your wrist yanking you down with him. You straddle his lap quickly in response. With an evil grin he slammed all of his cock inside you. You threw your head back moaning. Taehyung pulled you down so your ass was showing for Jungkook. Jungkook pulled another item out of the duffle bag; it was a small bottle. He squeezed some on his hand stroking the length of his cock with the lube then put more on his hands running them along your ass cheeks. He pushed two fingers into your asshole causing you moan.

“You like that? You’re gonna be our sluts for today, and maybe if you’re good..forever.” He whispered the last part into your ear before slamming his cock into your ass. You shivered at the thought. Having two guys fuck you every day that look like asian gods. You almost came at the thought while both guys thrusted in and out of you pounding away at your two holes.

“All you have to do is give us the password. Then you can be ours forever.” Taehyung moaned out latching his mouth onto your neck nibbling and sucking to mark you as his. You were skeptical thinking these two boys would just throw you in a cell to rot, but their cocks felt so good that you couldn’t think about anything but how good they made you feel and that you wanted more. They both stopped waiting for your answer causing you whine.

“Fine. It’s my ex-boyfriend’s birthday.” You mumbled. They both smiled and went back to pounding at your holes with everything they had. The feeling caused you to scream in pleasure and lift your head curling your toes. You swore under your breath at the pleasure of them thrusting inside you; Taehyung grunted and groaned below you while Jungkook moaned and groaned above you giving you a slap to your ass. You came once again from both of their cocks; Jungkook and Taehyung pulled out of you then they both stood up stroking their cocks. You lifted your head sticking out your tongue.

“You really want our cum huh?” Jungkook teased while stroking his cock faster for you.

You nodded.

Jungkook and Taehyung both moaned loudly cumming on your face and tongue. You moaned from the taste and licked your lips.

“Well, let’s put in this password and get down to business.”

On your criminal sheet for your name they wrote ‘Jungkook and Taehyung’s slut.’

They let you get dressed and walked you out of the station with the evidence.

“We are sorry about this.” Jungkook gave you an apologetic look then threw your laptop into the road where several cars ran it over destroying everything that would have caused you to be put in jail. Jungkook and Taehyung walked you to the cop car driving home to their apartment. Jungkook winked at you from the rear view mirror. You decided being arrested was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Yandere! Jungkook | Sterling Roses (M)

•»Pairings: Yandere! Jungkook X fem. Reader

•»Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook— A rich, young and thriving artist finds inspiration for his next work in an alluring female. He knows nothing but her name yet she transitions from his inspiration to archetype, archetype to obsession, possible ideas for complete possession doubles and triples in his mind. It comes as a total surprise to you, but surely you must know all unfortunate events are erratic for he doesn’t plan on letting you away.

•»Genre | Word Count: Yandere au, smut, angst, fluff | 5K+

•»Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral (f. Rec), biting, bruising, marking, lots of hickeys and cum, yandere behaviour and acts (stalking and fantasizing), uncensored sexual scenes, mentions of naked portraits, hidden manipulation, mentions of infidelity, sabotaging relationships, mentions of bisexuality, lesbianism, explicit language, dirty talk, for 18+ only.

Purple. It was the colour of the sky when you had gotten down the bus to Myeongdong— the heart of Seoul’s shopping plazas. Purple was one of your most favourite colours, it swims through your eyes, past your skull and forms a conglomerate of waves in your brain. The legends were right when it said purple can have a very long ebbing effect in your mind. Maybe that’s why it’s the last colour of the rainbow.

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Mr. and Mr. Kim (M)

Synopsis:

The agreement was meant to be temporary. You and Jimin would would submit yourselves - body and mind under the guardianship of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook as they explored different fantasies.

And sure, it wasn’t an ideal situation, but if it would keep you off the streets then it would be worth it. What you didn’t realize however, was that you had just entered a dangerous game full of even darker secrets surrounding the people who called themselves your “Daddies.”

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Smut, Slow - Burn Yandere, Assassin AU

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jimin x (f) Reader, Taekook, Taekook x Jimin and (f) Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: I attempt to write a fight scene that doesn’t end up going very well 😂, Feminization: depictions of a more feminine Jimin (cuz we love the duality 😌) MxM smut, oral, more cock-blocking, questioning of sexuality, Y/N and Jimins relationship is borderline unhealthy?? 👉🏻👈🏻

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.9k

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⇢˚⋆ ✎ ˎˊ- "BULLY" ┆彡 Bullied!jk x Bully reader [One Shot]

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Plot: ‘Miss Sunshine’ The prestigious title awarded to the kindest student at school. The prize? A scholarship for the college of choice. You got your eyes on the title but there’s just one problem. You’re informed that you’re disqualified and only can join, under one condition, apologize to the kid you bully and leave him alone, but Jungkook is not willing to let you go.

Warnings: Degradation kink, humiliation kink, sexual themes but no smut, bullying, murder, JK jerking off, violence

Admin note: 5K+ almost 6K words, I’m deceased, my fingers- I tried out something new, I hope you guys like it 🥰

You relished in the glares filled with jealousy.

The turned heads, the whispers.

Those bitches better be jealous, you didn’t stand in line sweating your ass off for three hours for nothing.

Your fingers wrapped around the ‘Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition’ Cup by your favorite beauty vlogger, in collaboration with Starbucks.

As soon as the older woman announced this limited-edition beverage, you were sold - you had to get your hands on this thing, no matter what.

And you did, along with 999 other lucky fans.

That’s right, in this case, limited edition really did mean limited edition. The vlogger only released 1000 and that’s why you slept in your car on the parking lot of Starbucks last night.

The cold and the constant feeling of being watched were worth it.

You took a sip out of the half-empty cup and turned the corner, skipping in excitement as you were eager to show your best friend, Emily.

But you were abruptly stopped as you crashed into something, someone.

The impact stunned you and the grip on your cup weakened, causing it to fall to the ground and bursting into pieces at the impact of falling onto the tiles.

“My Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition Cup!” You gasped as you held your hands on your cheeks as your lips formed into a shocked ‘o’ shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the shattered pieces that once used to be your ceramic cup.

“What... what have you done?” You forced your eyes away from the catastrophe and set your eyes on the person responsible for the murder of the cute unicorn cup.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Jungkook, your classmate, stammered as he looked down at the broken item.

“You’re sorry? Sorry won’t get me a new cup!” You snapped as you pointed at the floor.

“I can get you a new one, or give you money to-“

“Are you an idiot? You don’t know what you just broke, it was the Super Deluxe Pink Grand Luxurious Unicorn Limited Edition Cup! I can’t get a new one even if I’d want to! They’re sold out? You hear me? Sold. Out.” You stomped your feet on the ground as you waved your arms around.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N, I-“

“What's going on here?” You flinched at the principal’s loud voice as he stepped in between the two of you.

“Sir, he-“ You huffed.

“Enough, detention, the both of you.”

“What? But I didn’t even do anything! This isn’t fair!” You disagreed. “Jungkook, he-“

“You’re causing a huge scene and disrupting the peace in this school, miss Y/N, and so are you, mr Jungkook. To my office, now!”

Jungkook looked at the principal and then back at you before he adjusted his backpack and then walked towards what you assumed, the principal’s office.

There was no use arguing with this man who was set on punishing you, so you walked along, dragging your feet as you did.

The door to the principal’s office was open and when you entered you already saw that Jungkook was sitting on one of the empty chairs.

“This is all your fault.” You grabbed the chair next to him and moved it to the other side of the room before sitting down, crossing your arms. “I hate you so much!” You complained, keeping an eye on the doorway, you wouldn’t want to get into more trouble.

“I won’t forget this day, you hear me, Jeon Jungkook? You will pay for this!”

-

From that day on, you showed Jungkook hell.

It has been two years since that unfortunate and very traumatizing event.

But the seasons' change and so do you.

The day has come for the ruthless bullying to end.

This was easier said than done because as soon as Jungkook entered the classroom, you felt this huge amount of rage soar through your body. It was as if your body got used to wanting to torment him.

Your friend, Emily, snickered as she leaned in closer to you and whispered. “Guess he did cut his hair after all.”

Jungkook sat down at the desk in front of you. Emily was referring to yesterday’s English class where you plastered gum in his wavy locks, which was now replaced by a short cut.

In your opinion it was hilarious - when it was Jungkook’s turn to read a paragraph out of the workbook for the class, you leaned in and pressed the gum against the back of his head. To make sure that it would stick and be impossible to get out, you massaged the gum deep into his dark locks. Of course, you took advantage of the situation and dragged your nails across his scalp.

Oh, how grossed out he must’ve been! You weren’t able to see the way his face scrunched in disgust however you were able to hear how his voice wavered.

The short breaths in between the words caused some to turn their heads and look at him, and the slight stutter made it challenging for him to reach the finishing line of the last paragraph.

He probably was going to cry, oh, how pathetic! A smirk tugged on your lips as you took in the length difference. He had to cut off a pretty big chunk.

Serves him right.

Whoa. Stop.

Wait, no. That belonged to the old you, you won’t be doing those things anymore.

“Hey, stupid.” You paused. This proved to be more difficult than you thought. “I mean, Jungkook. Listen-“

He turned around to look at you.

“Yes...? Do you need me to write you an essay again?” Despite how tempting it was to take his offer, you knew that Jungkook’s doing-your-homework-benefit would have to end too.

“No, no. I want to speak to you, privately.” A part of you couldn’t believe that this was really going to happen.

“Oh?”

“Meet me in the library, at lunch break. It would feel like coming home, I bet a nerd like you spends a lot of time in there.” No, you were not supposed to do that anymore. “I mean, ugh, whatever, meet me there.”

“No talking!” The teacher called out to both of you. “I’ll be there.” He whispered as he adjusted himself in the chair and looked at the whiteboard.

You slumped back into your chair as you tried your best to pay attention to the rest of the class but your mind was too preoccupied to hear what was being said.

-

“Listen, I’m going to stop bullying you.” You started.

“You’re going to do what?” Jungkook blinked.

“Hello? Are you not listening? I’m quitting, stopping, halting, exiting, it’s done, finito.” Your hand rested on your hip as you tapped your foot on the floor.

“B-but!”

“Look, I’m not going to say sorry cause trust me, you deserved all of that, nor will I stop hating you. I’m only doing it because I want to win the title of Miss Sunshine.” You clarified as you glanced at your nails. God, you desperately needed to book an appointment for a manicure.

“That’s... that’s just a meaningless title that doesn’t hold any weight outside of this high school or in your adult life!” Jungkook stepped closer to you as his gaze fixated on your eyes.

“Are you serious? I want the scholarship, how much do you think college costs? Wouldn't a nerd like you know?”

“I... I can give you money-“ Jungkook frowned as he rubbed his arm. “J-just tell me how much!”

You tried to comprehend what Jungkook said but you failed to understand his words.

“Are you kidding me? With your lousy job? It would take a century to save up enough money for- wait, I wouldn’t even want your money even if you begged. Why would I want your disgusting money? Nevermind. I don’t want you to answer that.” Jungkook wasn’t going to get you all worked up. You won’t allow him that power over you anymore.

“Listen, Junk-kook. This ends, today. Understood? I won’t be nice to you or anything, I will simply ignore you and tolerate having you in the same space.” You pulled your house keys out of your pocket as you stepped away from the conversation. “Bye.”

“N-no!” He dropped to the floor and scooted over closer to you before wrapping his arms around your legs. “Please, don’t leave me!” His head rested against your thighs as he pleaded with you. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Stop it, what is wrong with you?!” You tried to move your legs but Jungkook clung onto you like a koala stuck onto a tree. There was no movement as you attempted to walk away. “I said stop!” For a nerd, he had an impressive grip.

“I won’t stop until you take all of that back, all of it.” He shook his head furiously.

“Stop causing a scene and let me go!”

“No!”

You had enough of his bullshit. If you keep accepting this behavior you would simply show Jungkook that he could walk all over you.

“Hey, listen, you little bitch.” You whispered as you looked down and met his frightened eyes. “Let. Me. Go.” Your fingers brushed across his hair before you grabbed a handful and pulled his head back.

Jungkook grunted with closed eyes as he felt you pull onto his hair. “I said, let me go, is that clear? You pathetic worthless son of a bitch.” You kept your voice down to avoid others from hearing the vile words you muttered to the younger student.

Finally, Jungkook let go and you stepped away. “What was that even for? Ew.” You rubbed your thighs. “I will have to shower as soon as I get home now, gross.” Jungkook didn’t say anything as he sat there, staring at you.

“Don’t ever touch me again, talk to me, hell, even look at me!” With that, you marched off.

-

You thought Jungkook got the message loud and clear, but as you were watching your favorite TV Series, you received a series of text messages.

[Unknown] Please y/n

[Unknown] Are you really doing this?

[Unknown] Please don’t let a silly contest get in between what we have

[Unknown] I’ll do anything (;﹏;)

[Unknown] I’m begging you.

[Me] wtf

[Me] Who is this???

[Unknown] It’s me Jungkook

[Me] How did you get my number????

[Junkkook] That doesn’t matter please hear me out

{ 1 missed call from Junkkook }

{ 2 missed calls from Junkkook }

[Me] Stop calling me you freak

[Junkkook] Y/N fucking listen to me you stuck up bitch

Junkkook has removed this message.

[Junkkook] Please reconsider this please (╥_╥)

[Me] LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY

This guy had nerves. Not only did he bother you on a Friday night, but he also had the audacity to claim you two had something.

Nonetheless, don’t let anyone ruin your Friday night. You blocked his number and tossed your phone next to you on the bed before you wrapped the sheets around you and continued watching your series, forgetting about the weird kid from your class.

But Jungkook didn’t stop.

You planted another sticker on the inside of your locker. It was the bias of your favorite boy group, Stray Kids.

Technically the school didn’t allow the students to decorate their lockers, but hey, those grey lockers needed some personality and a grey boring locker totally didn’t represent you as a person. You looked at the neatly put-together aesthetic of your locker before gripping onto the door and closing it.

You squealed when the door revealed Jungkook standing behind it. “Oh my god, I thought I was going to die of a heart attack.” You put your hand against your chest as you took in deep breaths.

“Y/N...” Jungkook sobbed, rubbing his puffy red eyes with his arm as he took shaky breaths.

“What.. why are you crying? Not that I care but why?” Besides, why did Jungkook come to you to cry his stupid eyes out?

“I.. I miss you, I miss what we had, please, I-“

“Oh my god. Not this again.” You looked at the locker as you locked it with a key.

“I told you it’s over! Wait- we never had ‘anything’ going on between us, don’t flatter yourself.” What a waste of time he is.

“Y/N!” He whined. “I’ll do anything, please!” He moved closer and in turn you took a few steps back.

“Oh shut up! I’m sick of hearing your voice.” You had enough of this conversation and you started to walk away from Jungkook.

“Y/N!” Jungkook called from behind you and a sudden tug pulled you back, causing you to drop your books out of your hands. They fell on the floor, one by one as you grabbed onto the wall to catch yourself from falling back.

But then a sound snapped you out of your thoughts.

Kkkkgghhhhh.

No, it was more like a ppppprrrzzztttt.

Ugh who gives a shit what it sounded like.

Your eyes immediately searched for the spot where Jungkook pulled you at, and you then spotted the huge tear in your favorite sweater.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” Jungkook put his hands up in defense as he looked at you. “I didn’t mean to, I just tried to stop you from walking aw-“

The sound of your palm connecting with his right cheek echoed through the hallway.

You gritted your teeth as you glared at him. The burning sensation and needles in your hand were dismissed as adrenaline overtook your body.

But...

“A-ah.. yes..mm..”

Did.. did you hear that correctly?

Jungkook’s bangs covered his eyes as he stood there, staring down at the floor.

The both of you didn’t say a word nor moved from your position.

He raised his head and slowly looked up to you.

You caught a glimpse of something you’ve never seen before.

His eyes darkened with lust and sparkles beamed through his eyes. With reddened cheek, he never stopped staring at you as shivers ran through his body, his tongue hanging over his bottom lip.

“Y-you.. what is wrong with you? You freak!” Fear struck into your stomach as you remained frozen on the spot.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” Your friend Emily rushed to your side.

You snapped out of your thoughts before you moved closer to Emily. “Yeah... Yeah, I’m alright. Let’s go, yeah?” You wrapped your arms around hers.

-

Five days passed since that weird event. But it seemed that your message was loud and clear. Jungkook finally left you alone and due to your excellent behavior, you were allowed to sign up for the Miss sunshine competition.

When you weren’t busy with personal things or school, you set up voting campaigns to collect more points. You baked cookies, volunteered, and begged for votes.

“Thank you!” You perked up when you heard the sound of another vote being dropped into the box. “I appreciate it!” You turned to smile at the person but your smile faded when you noticed that it was Jungkook. He nodded at you before walking out of the classroom.

“Well, a vote’s a vote.” You shrugged. As long as it would help you win, it wouldn’t matter who it was that voted.

At the end of the day, you took the box that sat on your desk home and dumped the content of it on your desk.

“194... 19 and..” You paused at the piece of paper which had some sort of text scribbled on it. You unfolded it.

‘Your boyfriend is dead tomorrow morning unless we will go back to how we used to be. Your call.’

-JK

Silence filled the room as you stared at the piece of paper for a few seconds before you burst into laughter. Wow. The nerves of this guy. Was his stupid little threat suppose to scare you?

You immediately grabbed your phone. You unblocked his number and started texting.

[Me] How dare you?

[Me] That’s disgusting. Didn't your mother teach you to at least have some decency?

[Me] I’m going to show this to the teacher Monday

[Me] The only thing that will be ‘dead’ will be your attendance cause I’m sure that threatening students will get you kicked out.

[Me] At least I won’t have to see your face anymore then

[Me] Hello??? You know I can SEE that you’re reading my messages

[Junkkook] You made your choice...

[Junkkook] I didn’t want to do this but you made me

[Me] Blablabla whatever dude I have better things to do than text with a virgin loser on a Friday bye ✌🏼

Seriously, what was his problem? Jungkook was starting to piss you off. Well, he already did, but it was as if he always found new ways to push your buttons.

Wait a minute.

How did Jungkook even know you have a boyfriend? You glanced at your phone and then scolded yourself for even considering to text him to ask.

Not even your best friend Emily knew. Not because it was a secret, but because you didn’t feel like hearing her opinion about your partner of choice.

Your boyfriend was way older than you, and he had a cool motorcycle. He was mature - so different from the boys in your class. That and he was romantic, he actually knew how to treat a lady like yourself.

You shrugged it off. Jungkook probably saw you and your boyfriend hang out or something, big deal. He was probably jealous at how he had to be a stupid loser while your boyfriend was a tough and cool guy.

“Y/N! We’re leaving now!” Your mom called.

“Ok, have fun!” You called back at your parents.

-

Today, Jungkook didn’t show up at school. He called in sick.

That, and you haven’t heard from your boyfriend all weekend.

Were you scared? No, that’s ridiculous. You knew what happened. Jungkook somehow managed to convince your boyfriend to scare you shitless by making you believe Jungkook “killed” him so that’s why he hasn’t been responding to your calls or texts.

Men can be so immature.

The school bell rang and your classmates hurried out of the room, leaving you and the teacher alone in the classroom.

“Is something the matter, y/n?” The teacher asked as she looked up from her paperwork.

“No, no I am fine. I just want to say that I can bring Jungkook’s homework, Mrs Wong.”

“Really? That’s nice of you.” She smiled. “Let me see where I put it...” She checked the drawers.

“I know how... zealous Jungkook is, he would hate to miss today’s homework.” The woman put together a stack of papers. “But, Uhm,” You feigned an embarrassed smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve visited him, what was his address again?” You chuckled as you placed your hand on the back of your neck.

“Of course, I will print it out for you.” The teacher logged into her computer and when she found Jungkook’s student information, she clicked another button, the sounds of the printer being heard in the corner of the room.

“Thank you Mrs Wong!” You walked to the printer and took the page. “I’ll head over to him now, see you tomorrow!” You called out before leaving the classroom and strolling down the hallway.

“Hey Y/N!” Emily called out. “Seojun’s having a pool party, you’re going, right?”

Damn. You forgot all about that. You stood there as you wondered about what kind of excuse you could come up with as to why you can’t go.

“Of course, I just uh, have to do something real quick.” No way you would tell her you’re going to see Jungkook, the biggest loser in school. What would she think? What would anyone think when the it-girl of school went to the house of a geek?

“Huh, like what?” Emily tilted her head. “Are you going to do ‘something’ or ‘someone’” She wriggled her eyebrows at you playfully. “There will be plenty of time to do that later.”

“Em, you’re such a slut.”

“Takes one to know one.”

She dodged your playful whack. “I’ll be there later!” You giggled as you started to walk off. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way!” You called out with a wave.

Jungkook’s home wasn’t too far from school, and it took you about 15 minutes to get there.

“Jungkook!” You called as you knocked on the door. “Hello? Anyone home?” No one was answering and you couldn’t see any movements from any of the windows.

Did Jungkook live alone? You weren’t sure. There were no parked cars in front of the home but of course, that didn’t necessarily mean anything, maybe the people who also lived here were at work, or something.

Did he call in sick to go out to a party? That didn’t make sense. Nerdy kid Jungkook didn’t seem to have anything exciting going on for him in his life, so him going to someplace fun? Sounds out of character to you.

Then, the door opened.

“Finally!” You paused.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes. “Sorry... I was asleep.” He groaned, his voice soft and deeper than usual.

“Listen, you dickhead.” You stepped forward and pushed your body against the door, forcing Jungkook to open the door further.

You raised an eyebrow when you noticed that he was wearing nothing but boxers shorts. It surprised you that he had a pair of toned arms and a nice toned stomach, did he work out after school or something? Hah, you almost laughed at your own silly thought.

“My boyfriend, where is he?” You dropped his homework to the floor.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you? You two got some little agreement going on? ‘Teehee let’s scare Y/N shitless’ I’m done, let’s cut the crap.”

“He’s... he’s here.” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as the sunlight hit his face. He quickly shut the door after you to block out the harsh sunlight.

“See, I knew it! Why are you still asleep at 4 pm? Ah whatever, probably playing some loser games or something.” You couldn’t help but glide your eyes over his fine body before turning away.

“Seungjae! Seungjae?” You called out but got no reply.

“He can’t hear you. He’s downstairs.” Jungkook commented, still waking up from his slumber as he rested against the wall.

“Ugh, just bring me to him so we can leave already.” You ordered. Jungkook took a few steps forward before you pushed him back. “No. Tell me where to go and I will get him myself, I don’t want to look at your face for longer than necessary.”

“He’s right there.” Jungkook pointed at a door at the end of the hallway. “Take the stairs down, and you’ll see him.”

“Why is he in your basement?” You questioned. “You better not be playing with me, I’ll kick your ass, because of you I am missing out on an awesome pool party.”

“I’m not... I have a man cave in my basement.”

“A man cave? Actually, don't tell me. I’ve heard enough.” Your body gravitated towards the direction Jungkook pointed in. “Can’t wait till I get home so I can scrub off the smell of this disgusting house.”

“Seungjae?” There he was, sitting in a gaming chair, playing some type of Call of something game, you weren’t very familiar with the titles of video games.

The basement was pretty large, it had a pool table, a wall with games, and it even had a jukebox. This was probably why Jungkook called it his man cave.

“Hey, you. I rather you use those fingers for something else.” You giggled. “But still. What are you even doing here? I didn’t know you knew Jungkook.” Your boyfriend wasn’t responding. “Hey? Hottie? What’s up?” You moved closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

Stiff.

His shoulder felt stiff.

You turned him around and you screamed at the sight as you stumbled back.

This person looked unrecognizable.

Help, you needed to get help.

“Seungjae! I’ll get help!” You promised him before you ran up the stairs.

“Jungkook!” You rushed into the living room. “He- he, we need to call an ambulance! Where’s my phone.. ah here it is!” You grabbed it from your purse but before you could dial 911, you felt a strong grip around your wrist.

“We don’t need to do that,” Jungkook informed you as he pried the phone out of your hold with his free hand.

“What are you talking about-“

“I told you, didn’t I?” He smirked.

“W-what?” You looked at him.

Your boyfriend is dead tomorrow morning

Unless we will go back to how we used to be.

Your call.

Jungkook.

“What did you do?!” You tried to break free from his grip as you pulled and pushed. “Let me go!”

“I had no choice! What was I supposed to do? You weren’t listening to me! I was desperate and-“

“So you decide to KILL him?!” You held back tears as you raised your voice at your boyfriend’s killer.

Jungkook... He killed your boyfriend- because he couldn’t stand the fact you stopped bullying him?

“I said, let me go!” You finally broke free from his grip.

You breathed sharply as you stared at Jungkook who stared at you in return, a saddened look on his face. “Y/N... please understand.”

Both rage and grief possessed you as you leaped forward.

Jungkook tripped over his own feet - surprised by your sudden attack. The both of you crashed to the floor, knocking over a nearby vase before you straddled him.

“You killed him! You killed him!” You gritted your teeth as tears stung in your eyes. “You sick motherfucker! I hate you, I HATE you!” You screamed in his face as you allowed the tears to roll down your face freely.

You formed both your hands into white-knuckled weapons before you started beating down on him. Your clenched fists struck him wherever they could reach; his face, his head, his chest, and even his stomach.

“Why did you kill him? You sick fuck! You’re twisted, you’re evil! Why would you do this to me? Die! Die! I’m going to kill you!” You paused and took a deep breath as your body shook, your slender fingers then wrapped themselves around Jungkook’s throat, increasing the grip with every passing second. “Die! You worthless piece of shit!”

The grip on his throat slowly released as you... felt something.

Something was pressing against your groin, around your upper thigh, close to the crotch of your panties.

You knew what it was, but you wish you didn’t.

The bulge pressed against you and the fabric of his cotton boxers were damp. His cock twitched with every inch you moved.

Jungkook took advantage of your moment of confusion and he groped your hips, keeping you in place as he bucked his hips and started dry humping against you.

Immediately, you slapped his hands away and got up, but tripped when he grabbed your ankle. “Get away from me! You sick perverted monster!” You tried to kick him but he dodged.

“Stop!” You sobbed, both grieving from the traumatizing event that happened mere minutes earlier, and from Jungkook not willing to let you go.

“Do you want to go down there with him? If you don’t listen to me I’m going to throw you in there, then I’ll cut him up and spread his body parts all over town, do you get it?”

You raised your head, holding your head as you could feel a bump form on your forehead. At his words, you snapped your head back to look at him as he shared some gruesome words. “W-what are you saying? You have lost your mind, you freak!” You finally freed yourself from his grip and you got onto your feet.

You had to escape this place and fast.

“Come here, Y/N.”

“N-no!” You ran up the stairs with Jungkook chasing right behind you. His fingers brushed against your back as he wasn’t close enough to grab you just yet.

You grabbed hold of any items you could find, furniture, photo frames on the wall, to throw it back at him to slow him down in his pursuit of catching you.

You ran into the first room you could find, and locked the door, and barricaded it with a heavy closet.

“Y/N, don’t run from me, why are you scared of me? I would never kill you!” His voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Shit, shit, shit.

You desperately looked around the room for a phone, but nothing.

Based on the looks of it, this must be Jungkook’s room.

A desktop in the corner of the room caught your eye and you rushed over to it. If you could log into your Instagram account, you could DM Emily and tell her she needed to call 911.

User: Jungkook

Password: _ _ _ _ _

No, no. You bit your nails as you tried to think of what to do now.

As you tried to think of an escape plan, you paused at something on the wall.

Those photos...

They were all photos of you.

“Y/N, don’t make me break this door.”

You couldn’t hear Jungkook’s words as you stared at the shockingly large amount of photos he had of you.

Photos that were taken from your social media accounts.

Yearly school photos.

Even photos of the time you were still a cheerleader in freshman year.

“Y/N!” The door was shaking at Jungkook’s efforts.

“Leave me alone!” You called back.

The window, right, the window!

You bolted over to the window and pushed it open, groaning when it only opened a few inches. It was one of those.

The computer would be heavy enough to smash this window, so you did, grabbing the computer and banging it against the window. It took a few tries until the glass finally shattered in pieces.

You gasped when you heard parts of the door break behind you. You had to hurry up.

You looked at the sharp edges of the window and carefully leaned in.

Would you make it?

It was two stories high.

...

You had no choice.

The door popped off its hinges and you realized that if you fell and broke something, Jungkook would definitely catch you.

So at the last minute, you turned around and dove under his bed.

The closet fell over with a loud crash as Jungkook managed to kick the door open. “Y/N? Y/N?” His feet moved inches from your face as he walked past his bed and paused at the window. “Y/N!”

You inched forward and poked your head out. Jungkook’s body leaned forward out of the window as he seemed to try to locate your whereabouts.

You held in your breath as you crawled from under his bed, slowly, before getting up.

With every move you made you looked back at Jungkook, he was still unaware of your presence, so you sneaked out of the room, and when you were in the hallway, you increased your pace.

You halted at the stairs and placed your hand on the bannister, moving your feet on the far side of each step. You attempted to distribute your weight as you slid over the stairs.

Creak...

You held in your breath, not moving.

Did he hear that?

The heavy footsteps in the bedroom answered your thoughts. “No!” You shouted as you started running down the stairs, skipping the last four steps by jumping down. You whimpered at the sharp pain that pierced through your ankle, but you ignored it and made your way to the front door.

You wrapped your fingers around the doorknob and turned it.

Locked.

“No, no!” You looked around to see if there was anywhere else you could go, but it was too late, as Jungkook pushed you against the wall.

“Stop, please, Jungkook...” You sighed out, feeling drained and defeated from the running around. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for all I did to you. I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!”

“You broke my computer.” He commented. “And my window... and door.”

“Oh my god, are you actually serious now? Technically, YOU are the one who broke the DOOR, YOU kicked it in, not ME!”

“Oh, right.” He replied as he kept you pressed against the wall.

“Look, Jungkook, I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.” You pleaded, dismissing his carefree comments.

“I know you won’t, because I am not letting you go.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will, that’s illegal!” You protested.

“I will never let go of you, I know what we have is special.”

“Not this shit again.” You groaned in annoyance. How could you be pissed yet so afraid of this man?

“I knew from day one that we were meant to be.” He gushed. “The way you treat me, the way you look at me - the way I’m the only one who gets this special attention. I love you and I know you love me t-“

You raised your knee and kicked distracted Jungkook in the stomach. He held onto his stomach and dropped to the floor.

You made a run to the kitchen in an attempt to escape but you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. “No! No!” You resisted but Jungkook dragged you through the living room, towards the basement. “No, please, no!” You were dragged into the basement and Jungkook dropped you to the floor.

“I warned you, but you didn’t listen.”

“No, Jungkook, don’t do it, I’m sorry, I-“

You watched as he stormed over to your boyfriend and with a strong pull, Jungkook ripped his arm off.

Sick....

You felt so sick.

Things turned black in front of your eyes.

And that’s all that you remembered.

-

“Aahh...”

A faint sound from somewhere in the distance caused you to stir.

That and a rubbing sensation against your face.

You slowly opened your eyes, everything was blurry.

“Y/N...”

That wasn’t the voice of your boyfriend.

Your eyes widened and you felt disgust when you realized what was rubbing against your face.

It wasn’t the first time you had cock pressed against your face. “What the fuck!” You yelped as you tried to move but you realized your wrists were cuffed and held in place by a chain in the wall.

“Stop!” You tried to move your head away but Jungkook held you into place.

“This is disgusting! Stop! Stop!”

Jungkook tilted his head back as his groans turned louder and more lewd.

“I said, stop, you sick perverted motherfucker, I’m going to throw up.” You screamed, trying your best to avoid the skin of his shaft but it proved fruitless.

It twitched.

“Don’t you dare! I’m telling you, I’m going to beat the shit out of you, I swear to god!”

“Fuck.. yes, beat the shit out of me!”

What the hell?

Slowly, you started to make sense out of this.

The fact that Jungkook never stopped you from bullying him.

Not even once. He never blocked your assaults nor tried to tell anyone.

The slap in the school hallway.

The precum from earlier when you beat down on him.

Now... this.

“You’re... into this. Aren’t you?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him in disgust as he paused in his movement, watching you like a rabbit caught in a headlight.

“You sick piece of shit.”

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬

𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 F!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟒.𝟕𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫) 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫?

The bells to your mothers' chicken shop rung around as three young men walked in, making their presence all the more known as they exclaimd a loud greeting, waiting at the door to be led to their table.

Your head rose up from behind the counter, looking the trio over. You knew one of them; he'd often frequented the small restaurant with some university classmates. But never with the other two men.

The frequent customer often dyed his hair. The first time you saw him, he had black hair, the next time brown hair, and recently he's kept it an ashy blonde. It fell over his forehead lightly, the tips just touchig his eyebrows. His dark brown eyes glinted under the light, and his skin glowed.

He must have amazing skin care.

The other two, who were looking around curiously, were both much taller. One had pitch-black hair, a button nose and a bunny smile, whilst the other had dark brown hair, a little mole under his eye, and a charming, husky voice.

"Y/n! Stop staring and go greet them!" Your mom's voice rung out from the kitchen, though only you and two other staff seemed to hear her.

With a bright red face, you huffed, straightening out your apron as you approached the trio, just barely missing bumping into another customer. Muttering a quick apology, you scooted away and finally reached them.

Okay Y/n, smile!

"Hi guys! Welcome to our restaurant, what can I help you with today?" You asked in a sickly sweet voice, flashing a small smile their way.

My voice is way too high.

"Oh hi Y/n, we just wanted a table for three? My friends here have never been here before," Jimin said, brushing his hair out of his face, "I can't have them missing out on your mom's amazing cooking." He stated, flashing a charming smile that crinkled his eyes into crescents.

Although your face had calmed down and lost its' colour, you could feel a dusty flush overcoming your cheeks as you reciprocated the smile.

"Ah no thank you so much, I'll make sure to tell that to her," You laughed, twiddling with your apron, "Come, we've got the perfect spot for the three of you." You continued, signalling for them to follow.

You led them to a wooden table just in the corner of the restaurant, it had a nice view to the sea, but was far enough from the kitchen for them to not hear whatever your mom says. Thankfully.

As the three sat down, you excused yourself with a quick 'I'll go grab you the menus', and made your way to the counter, releasing a deep huff of air.

"Well? Did any of them catch your eye?" Your mother's voice whispered into your ear, and you jumped at the sudden proximity.

With a roll of your eyes, you scolded, "Mom, you can't sneak up on me like that."

"Fine, but? Are any of them handsome?"

"Of course they're handsome! Jimin said they're missing out on your 'amazing cooking'." You said with a grin, snatching three menus from the counter before you skirted away, sending your mom a thumbs-up as she told you to thank him.

As you approached their table, the Jimin and the brown haired male were teasing the third, their laughter echoing around the restaurant. It was loud anyway as a couple other customers were around, all enjoying their meals and company.

Today was one of the busier day's for the small restaurant.

"Well, there you go, just ring this bell once you're ready to order your drinks or meals." You said with a smile, leaning a bit over the table as you handed the menus out to them, earning quiet 'thank you's'.

But before you could go, Jimin's voice stopped you.

"Y/n, I just wanted to introduce these two. If they're smart, they'll become frequents like me." He said, smiling softly as he looked up at you.

"Oh? Go on then."

"This is Kim Taehyung, he's younger than me but still older than you." Jimin said, nodding his head towards Taehyung, the brunette with the cute smile and mole.

"And that's Jungkook, our 'Golden Maknae', he's the youngest. I think you're the same age as him, twenty, right?" He asked, unsure as he thought. You confirmed with a nod and a smile, waving lightly at Jungkook.

A small blush dusted his cheeks, and he grinned at you with a toothy smile.

"Yeah, my birthday's in October," You paused, looking at Jungkook, "When's yours?" Before he could reply, Taehyung cut in.

"Woah, you're finally older than someone? You're no longer the Maknae!" He said, teasing him as he pinched Jungkook on the cheek. With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook smiled, before punching Taehyung on the shoulder.

Jimin, seeing the situation unfolding, scolded them.

"Stop acting like children in front of Y/n! You're gonna get us kicked out!" He yelled, leaning over the table to separate the two. You laughed at the scene, and shook your head.

"Well then, you can summon me just by ringing the bell, alright?" You said, slowly turning away as Jimin thanked you.

As you walked further away, you could hear Taehyung continuing to tease, but this time the target was Jimin.

"You just don't want us to embarass you in front of Y/n!" He exclaimed, and as your head snapped back at the mention of your name, you saw Jimin slapping a hand over Taehyung's mouth. "Shut it!"

As you reached the counter, you could no longer hide your smile. Quickly hiding behind it, you reached for your phone, immediately going to text your best friend; Hana.

She received all the juicy details about Jimin and other handsome guys, and she'd often encourage you to ask for his number.

Hana! You won't believe what just happened! [Delivered]

It took her two minutes to see the message, but once she did, the two of you typed away.

What? Don't tell me it's about Jimin again. [Read at 17:02]

Wdym again?! I never talk about him. [Read 17:03]

Anyway, he came and brought two of the hottest guys I've ever seen. I mean, where do these men keep spawning from?! Why can't there be some like that at our school?! [Read 17:04]

You typed away with a big grin on your face, occasionally looking up to make sure that there weren't any customers waiting on you.

What's their names? I bet I'll find them with sonic speed. [Read 17:06]

One's called Taehyung, the other is Jungkook, I'm sure they follow each other on Insta or smth. [Read 17:06]

The sound of a bell ringing caught your attention, and you looked over to the direction of the sound. Jimin was waving you over, Taehyung and Jungkook leaning over to see where you'd be coming from.

Quickly shoving your phone into your pocket, you grabbed a small notepad and a pen, before walking over to them.

"Well? Have you decided what you wanna eat?" You asked, readying your pen and paper.

The three looked up at you, before Jimin looked at Taehyung and Jungkook, urging them to say their orders.

"Can I just have some Sprite? As well as the uhm- the spicy rice cakes, and some pickled radish?" Taehyung asked, taking pauses in between as he looked over the menu, his eyebrows scrunched up in thought.

"Spicy rice cakes, radish and Sprite." You repeated softly, scribbling down the order. As you looked up, you noticed Taehyung and Jimin exchanging glances.

"Could I also have Sprite, pickled radish and the six piece bucket?" Jungkook asked, his pointer finger showing you the items he wanted. You leaned in closer, looking at the menu even though you had heard him perfectly well. As he was the closest, you could feel his shoulder brush slightly against your arm as you scribbled.

"Yup, got that. And for you, Jimin?" You asked, looking at him. Jimin cleared his throat and without hesitation, stated his usual order - a fried chicken bucket for three, some Cola and a vegetable stir fry.

With a nod, you repeated their orders, ensuring that it was all correct before you began to collect the menu's, the trio thanking you.

As Jungkook was passing you his menu, your hands brushed against each other.

At first your mind didn't register it, but when it did, you flinched, whisking your hand away from his touch.

With a gasp, you looked over your hand, noticing nothing unusual.

"Are you alright?" Jimin asked, and as you looked up, you saw their confused faces, though Jungkooks was more shocked, his eyes widened.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," You quickly reassured, nodding your head before turning to Jungkook, "But goddamn, your hand is boiling. Are you sure you don't have a fever?" You asked, pressing a hand to Jungkooks forehead before you could think.

His forehead was much cooler than his hand, but it quickly began to flush under your touch.

"I-I'm fine, sorry about that." He said quickly, looking anywhere but at you as his cheeks reddened.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly retracted your hand.

"I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to do that- w-well I did but I wasn't thinking!" You apologised, feeling your own face flush as you bowed at Jungkook, holding the menus and notepad in your hand.

He placed one hand on your arm, "Please don't apologise, it's okay!" He exclaimed, trying to stop you from bowing any longer. As you raised your head, you excused yourself and made your way back towards the counter, feeling the warmth in your cheeks with the back of your hand.

Shaking your head, you called out the orders to your mom and another kitchen staff, before you hid behind the counter once again.

You took your phone out, only to see that Hana had bombarded you with tons of messages.

I FOUND THEM!!!!! NEITHER OF THEM HAVE A GF?!!!?!?!!? [Delivered 17:10]

Y/n you won't believe it... They know Yoongi.. [Delivered 17:12]

Y/n? Where are youuuuu come backkkkk we need to talk!!! [Delivered 17:15]

You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. You knew it was too good to be true. Of course they had some connection to Yoongi. Your... Ex-boyfriend.

For the remainder of the time, you stayed behind the counter, occasionally emerging to accept payments or to bring out dishes.

Although Jimin and his friends were lovely and chatty, you could only muster up a faint smile as you had brought them their food, quickly walking away as they thanked you. You didn't want to get your hopes up, not that there was any indication of them being interested, but being friends with Yoongi already crossed you off of their lists, as according to the 'Bro-code'.

Most customers had left by 7pm, as the restaurant would be closing at 8 this evening. Only the trio had stayed until 7:30, long after they had finished eating. Their conversations were full of banter and laughter, but closer to the end they had dimmed, all three huddled closer as they strainly discussed something.

You had been wiping the tables when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

It was Taehyung, grinning down at you with a pretty, boxy smile.

"Is it alright if we pay now?" He asked and you nodded, saying you'd be there with the card machine in a moment. "Ah, no, could I pay at the counter? I wanna pay for the other two, but you know what elders are like." He insisted, and you immediately knew what he meant by 'elders' - Jimin.

He wouldn't be too pleased about not being able to pay.

With a nod of your head, you finished wiping the table and lead Taehyung to the counter, the male following closely behind.

"So, what did you tell Jimin? I'm sure he wouldn't be letting you pay now if he knew." You asked as you rounded the table, your fingers tapping on the computer screen to total up their order.

"I said I'm ordering more food." Taehyung admitted with a smile, leaning his arms on the countertop, eyes looking up at you through long, thick lashes.

You smiled knowingly and nodded, looking in the direction of the other two. Jimin and Jungkook were engaged in conversation, but either way they wouldn't be able to hear yours and Taehyung's conversation from this distance over the radio.

"Well, the total comes to ₩25,000. Will you be paying by cash or card?" You asked, looking to Taehyung.

Your face reddened as you realised the close proximity between the two of you. He either had no sense of personal space or he really enjoyed teasing people.

"Card please." Taehyung stated, standing to his full height as he took his wallet out, looking for his card. As he fished it out, he looked at you, without a smile or a laugh.

Nothing.

It was a bit tense.

And then that smile returned as he spoke, tapping the card on the payment machine.

"You have really pretty eyes, did you know that?" He asked, his gaze flicking from yours to the card machine, checking if his payment had gone through.

Before you could stop yourself, your face had flushed a bright pink. Nobody had ever said that to you, unless we ignore Yoongi, but he didn't matter in that moment.

"Thank you so much I- I don't know what to say." Fanning your face, you laughed out loud, smiling up at him. "You have really pretty eyes too, they're so big and I love the colour."

"Oh yeah? Wanna see them up close?" He asked, leaning over the counter, his face just mere inches from yours. His eyes were a colour darker than a sequoia tree, his eyelashes long and lucious, though you noticed how one of his eyes had a monolid, whereas the other didn't.

He stared into your eyes, though his gaze flickered between them and your lips, and at that, you felt your stomach twist, cheeks flush and palms become clammy.

"Yeah, you're really pretty Mr Taehyung-"

"Yah Taehyung! What did you do?! Jimin's voice called out, and the two of you broke the trance you were in, looking in Jimin's direction. Both him and Jungkook had gotten up, their school bags and coats in their hands.

"Don't tell me that you paid." Jimin continued, walking over to the counter, Jungkook in tow.

"I'm sorry Jimin, he insisted." You said, sending Taehyung a cheeky smile as he looked at you, hand over his chest, mouth agape. Tutting, he raised a brow at you, "I can't believe you'd betray me like that Y/n!" He exclaimed, shaking his head. At that, you let out a laugh, waving him off.

"It's okay, I'm sure Jimin isn't too angry."

"Oh angry? I'm not angry, I'm furious!" Jimin said, resting his arm on Taehyung's shoulder, his eyebrows scrunched up cutely.

"Hyung, it's okay. I insisted on paying, okay? And anyway, it gave me more time to talk to our lovely Y/n." He said, smiling your way. You shook your head, raising your eyebrows as you looked elsewhere, anywhere really, to avoid embarrassment.

Your gaze locked with that of Jungkook, his wide, almost black eyes staring into yours. He had a certain look on his face, which you couldn't quite decypher. He was observing you through droopy eyes, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip.

"Anyway, I guess we'll be going now." Jimin's voice snapped your attention back, and your head turned in his direction. "I think we've overstayed our welcome, you normally close around 8, right?" He asked, putting his coat on.

"Ah, no no, normally we shut at 10, but today we opened so early that my mom needs an early night." You replied, smiling at him. You looked at the counter, reaching for a specific draw.

You took out six cherry flavoured candies.

"Thank you for coming, I hope I'll see all three of you soon." You said, selecting two candies as you passed them to Jimin.

"Oh, you really don't have to-"

"Oh yes I do, you're a regular, and I think my mom would skin me alive if she found I didn't give these to you." You insisted, grabbing at his hand as you placed the candy in his palm before folding his fingers over it.

"Taehyung, Jungkook, I hope you two like cherry flavoured candy." You said as you reached out for their hands, placing two candies into Taehyungs open palm, also folding his fingers over it. With Jungkooks hand, you were more careful, afraid that they were still as scorching hot as earlier. Though they weren't, and your touch lingered on his for a moment longer than needed as you patted his enclosed fingers.

"Thank you, again, for coming. I hope to see you guys soon, take care." You spoke with a soft smile, and the trio thanked you as they made their way to the door. One by one, they left, though Taehyung made a point to send you a cute smile and a 'call me' hand sign, before Jimin's hand pulled at his collar and out of your sight.

For a moment, you were swallowed by silence, and then small footsteps came from the kitchen. Your mom and one more kitchen staff had probably just finished tidying up.

"So... How did it go?" Your mom's voice could be heard behind you, and you turned to face her. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest as she smiled softly.

"I have no idea what you're on about!" You exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you half smiled, hands reaching for some disinfectant and a wipe. You rounded the counter and headed towards the last table that you had yet to clean.

"I think they'd make handsome babies!" Your mom called out after you and headed back into the kitchen, her laugh ringing out.

With a sigh, you picked up the leftover cutlery and dishes, leaving them on the counter to clean, before you busied yourself with the table. The boys had barely left anything to clean.

Later that night, you had found yourself tossing and turning in your bed, huffing loudly in your sleep.

You had been plagued by the same nightmare for a couple of months now; the crimson, starving eyes.

It was a picture that replayed in your mind each night, and each time you'd wake up with a gasp, your heart beating at your chest, lungs heaving in and out, a trickle of sweat rolling down your temple. At first it was just the crimson pupils, but it soon turned into a proper haunting creature, with elongated arms, sharp, unkempt claws, and a salivating snout.

Tonight was no different.

You woke up with a startle, chest heaving up and down as you kicked your feet, a small yelp escaping your lips.

You scrambled backwards, arms reaching behind to turn your night light on, eyes fixated on the space in front of you; convinced that the creature was real and had made its way into your room.

As the light flooded the space, your kicking eased. There was no nightmarish canine reaching for you, only your cat Nugget, Nug for short, laying on his fortress in the corner of your room.

"Fuck..." You muttered, rubbing your face with your hand. You reached for your phone, checking the time.

7:35AM

The white numbers glared at you unforgivingly. Uni didn't start until 11AM, so you had enough time to calm down and chill in your bed before you had to even think about showering. You were fine with that.

With a sigh, you unplugged your phone, immediately going to text Hana.

Maybe she too was up.

I doubt it.

I might need you to find me some sort of Tarot reader or idk, the nightmare was even worse tonight. I'm shitting my pants. [Delivered 7:37AM]

With another sigh, you leaned back into your pillows, going onto Instagram to scroll through your feed. There was nothing new really, only a few celebs posting some promotions, ads, pictures of their holidays. Your peers didn't post all that much, and neither did you.

Though a small red dot at the little heart icon caught your attention.

Did someone like my post?

Nope, it was just another meaningless follow recommendation.

"Nug, come here kitty." You said quietly, patting the space next to you. The feline's ears perked up, and it slowly got up, stretching in the process before it laid back down with its back turned to you.

How kind.

You laid like this for another half an hour or so, watching a new netflix show. After, you went downstairs, knowing your mom and brother would be awake, getting ready to go to school. School started at 8:45, so they had plenty of time to eat, get dressed and get into the car.

As you went down the stairs, Nug in tow, the gentle hum of the TV calmed your nerves. Lee was laying on the couch, munching on some cereal as he watched a kids show. You could hear your mom scrambling about in the kitchen, muttering to herself. She was probably cleaning after her breakfast.

"Morning," You said to Lee, seating yourself on the couch as your hand reached for a nearby blanket.

"Mornin'." Lee replied, glancing over to you, before he looked back at the TV. He was watching some old cartoon on Youtube; Moomin Valley. The characters were on some kind of adventure, but you quickly tuned them out as Nugget made his way onto your lap, meowing.

"What? You wanna eat?" You cooed at the cat, heavily stroking his head. The tabby nuzzled his nose into your hand, giving small kitten licks to your palm.

"Fine, fine. Come on." You said, getting up from the couch. As you passed Lee, you ruffled his hair, earning an annoyed groan from the child. "Do you really have to do that every morning?" He asked, smacking at your hand.

Ignoring him, you headed to the kitchen. Glancing at your mom, you opened a cupboard, grabbing a packet of wet cat food.

"Ooo, chicken flavour today Nug." You said, earning yourself a meow.

"Y/n, don't tease the cat so early in the morning." Your mom groaned, leaning against the kitchen counter as she took a sip of her coffee.

You walked over to Nug's eating station, and ripped the packet open. The clumpy, jelly meat pieces fell into the bowl with a 'plonk', Nug's pointed eyes watching curiously. He knew better than to try eating whilst you were preparing the food.

"Good morning to you too, mom." You said, sarcasm lacing your tone as you smiled.

You stumbled slightly as she kicked your butt jokingly, grunting. She truly hated waking up early, though Lee had no issue with it. You inherited that trait from her.

"Are you going straight to work after you drop Lee off?" You asked, discarding the now empty food packet into the bin. You walked towards your mom, opening another cabinet before taking out a mug. Your hand quickly swatted at the kettle, feeling it was hot enough to make a cup of tea.

With a hum, you reached to a box filled with teabags, black tea to be specific, and popped it into your mug, pouring hot water over it. Perfect.

That'll calm your nerves.

"Did you have another nightmare again?" Your mom asked, her tone serious, but still laced with grogginess as she placed her coffee down. You nodded your head, hand reaching for some sugar.

One teaspoon, two teaspoons, three..

"I think you should go get it checked out. It isn't normal." She continued, turning her head to the side, looking out the window. You sighed, nodding your head. You stirred the sugar into the liquid, before you lifted the teabag, flicking it into the sink. You moved to the fridge, taking out a milk carton.

"I know, I asked Hana to find me some tarot reader or whatever, maybe they know what's up."

"Y/n! You know what I mean, don't you?" She asked, slight annoynce in her voice as she brought her coffee up to her lips again.

"Mom, I don't need a psychiatrist for this. What are they gonna do? Psychoanalyse me? Tell me that it's because of the divorce?" You raised your voice, this time angrily slamming the milk carton on the countertop.

Nugget jumped in surprise, looking up at you as he let out a single 'Meow?'.

Your mom shook her head, moving away from the counter with coffee cup in hand.

Your heart dropped, and you instantly felt awful. You knew she was just trying to help, but you just didn't need the help. The nightmares weren't bad enough for you to need a psychiatrist, and you also felt that sleeping pills would only prevent you from waking up and escaping the nightmare.

"I'm sorry mom, I just- I can figure it out. On my own." You insisted, but only received an 'alright' in reply as she disappeared round the corner, heading for the living room.

You sighed, crouching down to pet Nug as the feline finished his breakfast.

"I've got this, don't I Nug?" You questioned as the cat licked its snout, his alien-green eyes boring into yours. "I wonder if you understand anything I say."

At that, he meowed in confirmation.

The next three hours went by quickly. You had taken a needed shower, washed your hair, threw some clothes on and got walking to uni.

The walk was uphill, and passed through a pretty neighbourhood. Though it was quite a distance from the beach, you could still see some water in the faraway distance.

A couple of fellow students headed the same way as you, but your friend Hana was coming from the complete opposite direction, so your walk was lonely.

Until your phone rang and her name showed on your lockscreen in bold white letters.

"Hana? Why are you calling so early?" You asked, yawning as you felt fatigue wash over you.

"Y/n! You didn't answer your texts? Y'know, you had me worried." Her voice chirped over the phone, it was a complete contrast to your own mood.

"I know- I'm sorry. I was exhausted and I don't know... I fell asleep as soon as I got into bed." You sighed, looking up you saw one of the first uni buildings ahead. "But, I didn't tell you. So, the Taehyung guy literally flirted with me; he said I had pretty eyes. Pretty eyes Hana!" You exclaimed, giggling as you recalled the event.

"Flirted? Girl, he was all over you what the fuck? Did he do anything else?" She asked excitedly, and you could almost see her jumping up and down like an excited child.

"Well~ We basically almost... Kissed! And he wanted me to give him a call!"

"What?! No way! You're actually making that up. Did you record it?" She asked.

"Of course not, idiot, but he didn't actually give me his number." You facepalmed, remembering that Jimin and his friend had interrupted you before things could escalate.

Hana groaned, muttering something about 'having to find his number', but your gaze focused on the pavement in front of you. Your legs came to a slow stop as someone came into view. Dressed in all black, with a cap and a hoodie over it, he leaned against a streetlamp, arms crossed.

"Y/n? Hello? Are you there?" Hana's voice echoed in your ears, and with a quick inhale, you shook your head, continuing on walking.

"Yes, yes. Sorry, did you say something?" You asked, blinking away your confusion.

"Just something about having found that mysterious Taehyung's phone number..." She dragged on, and your heart jumped, lodging itself in your throat.

"Y-You what?" You asked, stuttering. You glanced over at the figure, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin.

"I found-"

"Y/n, can we talk?" A familiar voice asked just as you passed him, one clothed arm reaching out to take a hold of yours.

Your stomach twisted, hands grew clammy.

Your heart paused, sliding down from your throat back into your chest. Awfully slowly at that.

His familiar perfume flooded your nostrils, the scent resembling the smell of pine needles and cedar trees, those late nights spent in his arms, sweet murmurs and honeyed whispers flooded your mind.

"Y/n? Is that Yoongi?"

"Hana, I'll talk to you later..." You said quietly, gaze never leaving his as you lowered your phone.

"Y/n? What's going-" The sound of the call being ended reached your ears, and you tucked your phone away into your pocket.

His gummy smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and by the way his shoulders tensed up, by the way his eyes flickered slightly to the side, you could tell he didn't want to be anywhere near you.

"What do you want?" Your voice was quiet, eyes looking up at his with a sharp glare.

"I just need five minutes of your time," He paused, kicking a lonely little stone, "It's about Taehyung."

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 1

Something's not quite right anymore.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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"I'm gonna heat up some leftovers, do you want some, kook?" You call out- but there's no answer, causing you to sigh as your shoulders slump down.

It's been going like this for a good while now- your boyfriend and young gaming enthusiast too invested in everything but you at this point, a total contrast to how he used to be. People would tease him for constantly bringing you up in every conversation left and right, but these days, both directions of his are filled with other things he seemingly deems more important than you. And it's not like you're asking for much- but he by now even forgets to say goodnight, instead focused on whatever he's doing on his laptop and pc or phone.

You're not sure what happened. It's like you've gone back to being just roommates and nothing more than that.

You still plate up a portion of the leftovers for him, despite no reaction coming from the game designer in the other room- just like you always do. It's like you're just a maid, cleaning after him and feeding him every day, and it's frustrating. It reminds you of what you swore yourself you'd never be- you don't want to be tied down to a guy like that, who's just gonna become lazy and won't appreciate you being there for him. That's not the life you want to live.

And yet, you also love him, and you know he's not usually like this. So what changed?

You walk into his room where his equipment is all set up, knocking on the doorway to try and get his attention. He hums a reply, leans over a bit- but he doesn't ever move his eyes away from the screen, blue-light filtering glasses on the bridge of his nose reflecting what he sees. "...warmed up some food." You mumble, as you set the plate and cutlery down on his table- exchanging it for the dirty dishes from this morning. He's working from home these days, and that hurts- because you've been taking time off for once to spend it with him, just to end up taking on another job it feels like.

Full time maid. Huh.

"Thanks." He mumbles, and you just take the other dishes with a sigh, moving to leave- when he whines, and leans over, one of his hands leaving the keyboard to tap his cheek- and you can't help yourself but lean in to kiss it, thinking it might be a sign that he's coming out of his odd hibernation. But he just smiles for a moment before he grows focused again, shutting you out once more as you leave the room to go back into the kitchen to wash the dishes in the sink.

Moments like these are the worst.

It's like he keeps luring you back in with the tiniest of things to keep you hooked, keep you hoping that things might just be getting better- and then they won't, but you've got your fix so you feel at least somewhat satiated. And another part that's been severely lacking, is intimacy.

If he ever actually graces you with any kind of attention in bed, it's usually when you're both about to go to sleep. It's sloppy, tired, exhaustion clear in him even though some might argue that he's just sitting in front of a screen all day. But you know he's not- he's working hard, and it's his dream job, too, so of course he's putting in extra effort to make it count and make sure his work can't ever be replaced. And if it was just that- determination towards his own career- you wouldn't be this upset. But he's got time.

Clearly. He goes out with his friends here and there, but he never has time for you. Like he chooses to ignore you.

It's also odd that he suddenly has such a huge workload on himself, when before, he's not even been working this hard if he had to crunch towards a deadline. No, these days it appears as if he's working all the time- and it's caused even a moment that left him more than embarrassed, body so worn out and under the pressure of whatever stress he's going through, that he just.. couldn't get it up.

Maybe that's it?

No, it really can't be. You're made sure he knew that you didn't mind it, that you understood and that you'd probably even forget it soon anyways. And that night, he still slept close to you, didn't seem too upset about it anymore as he held you like always, snoring away until the alarm clock woke both of you back up at five AM sharp.

This is stupid. What's really going on?

It's late when he finally emerges from his office, entering the bedroom where you're already under the covers, and from the way he's still dressed, it's clear that he isn't coming to bed any time soon. "Kook, no.." You whine, reaching out for him as he opens the dresser to take a fresh shirt out. "You've been working all day!" You complain, but he just sighs, as he changes shirts, turning around after he's finished throwing the black fabric over his upper body. He crawls onto the bed close to you, pecks your lips- and you hate it.

Because the way you does it feels like an apology for what's to come.

"I know, but I already told the boys I'd be out.." He hums against your lips, and you're really trying hard to keep him, hands on his cheek moving to snake around his neck. "I won't be back too late." He promises, but you just pout at him, making him attempt to kiss it away. And for a moment, you feel like you might have a chance-

But then he chuckles and parts from you, leaning back.

"Now go to bed baby." He smiles, getting up to walk towards the bedroom door. "I'll be quiet when I come back, yeah?" He asks, and you just turn around to hide under the covers, huffing a somewhat answer out.

Unaware that deep down, it really pains him to treat you this way. But it'll be worth it.

He'll make sure of it.