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Two of us~ louis tomlinson ( chapter 1)

Run away~ TXT { chapter 2 )

The greatest sex ~ R Kelly { chapter 20 }

Fingers ~ Zayn { chapter 3 }

Ocean eyes ~ Billie Eilish { chapter 4 y/n pov }

I need you ~ BTS { chapter 5 }

We on ~ BTS { chapter 6 }

Promise ~ Jimin bts { chapter 21 }

Tonight ~ Seokjin bts { chapter 7 }

Oxygen ~ Jackson Wang { chapter 8 y/n pov }

Stay beautiful~ Jimin Park { chapter 9 jin and Namjoon back story }

Heaven ~ Julia Michaels { chapter 10 }

Face~ woosung { chapter 11 }

Made to be together~ trey songz { chapter 12 }

Make it right~ BTS { chapter 13 }

Mary ~ yellow ostrich { chapter 14-15 }

Pretty wings ~ Maxwell { chapter 16 }

In to deep ~ why don't we { chapter 17-18 }

It's you ~ zayn { chapter 19 }

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His secret |Park Jimin|

Summary: A story about a boy named Park Jimin and his crazy family. Where a girl he only seen outside at school that had his heart way too fast. Why? He doesn’t know but he’s addicted, and maybe addiction isn’t good for him.

Paring: Jimin xf!reader (African american )

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Warning: depression is very big in this book, not only that but anxiety from Jimin mostly. Underage drinking! ( don’t do this kids) the smut warnings will come after each chapter don’t worry!

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Ch. 6

Ch. 7

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Prologue | He owned me! Not Anymore

Summary:  

"Love, I am a free woman now"

"Not until I am alive"

Genre:  Mafia AU, Yandere, Obsession, toxic relationship, smut

Rating: 18+

First published on tumblr: 18.05.2022

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Prologue -> Chapter 1

She didn't remember much about her childhood but she often dreamed of two people screaming at each other, blaming one another for their misery which she had grown to believe were her parents.

Her earliest memory dated back to the day when a tall man clad in a black long coat and a hat, who she presumed was her father, dragged her out of a shabby car and took her inside a huge mansion that later would be her home

Something bad had happened that day. Though she could no longer recall clearly what it was, the dread that had clutched her heart was as obnoxious as the physical pain she was going through at the moment due to the bullet wound.

She shifted in her bed for the hundredth time. It was difficult to relax because the bandage on her right hand was preventing her from moving comfortably. Despite the throbbing pang engulfing her system, she had a huge smile on her face as she patiently waited in her luxurious room with eyes fixed on Sir Damianos to announce that she was finally a free woman.

Free

The only word that made her heart race,

The feeling she thought she could never get to experience,

Her ultimate dream which she thought would never be fulfilled,

Fortunately, just like how every dog has its day, she got her luck in the form of a bullet that was meant for someone else. Someone named Jeon Jungkook; The youngest son of the most powerful individual in the country.

His father, The king of the underworld; also known as Sir Damianos, had the entire country in the palm of his hands. To be more precise, the entire country was ruled by a Mafioso, not the government.

Venessia, the county she was born and raised used to be slummed in poverty, crimes, death, and violence. People used to be murdered in broad daylight, women brutally raped in the middle of the street and the state was on the verge of collapsing yet the corrupt government did nothing but grow thicker by exploiting the country's resources. However, everything changed when one specific young lad took over the local gang at the age of fourteen, and with that, the rise of the world's most feared mafia had begun. 

Earning the trust of the people by providing everything their government couldn't,  within a few years, half of the country's territories were under his control. He trained and employed young men in his cartel and to gain their loyalty financed their kids and families. Not only that, He opened schools and hospitals with the money he earned through his illegal business and after proving that their government is useless, the man started the revolution and assassinated every corrupt politician, and took the country for himself with the people's consent.

Anyways, the revolution wasnt bad for her country because, with his rise, the economy of the country rose as well. The huge money he earned through his cartel was invested in the development of the country and in less than a decade, Venessia was one of the richest countries and the entire world rely on them for the supply of oil and natural gas thanks to the land sitting over a hundred of trillion worth mineral resources. Now the country had their own space station on the moon and a hundred more lunching to explore the universe beyond eyes.

In short, Venessia was a grand empire of a Mafia. Sir Damianos was the government and his words are the law. Nevertheless, they did have a government for name sake and president to fool the outer world.

Due to his immense contribution to the people, citizens worshipped Sir Damianos as their saviour sent by the god. People had formed a religion around him and most importantly they could give or take lives for him.

Everything in the country was titled after him and everything he owned was for his entitled sons whom he adored, most specifically his youngest son Jeon Jungkook.

Born to his second wife, Jeon Jieun, an international superstar, Jungkook was the light of his eyes and meaning to his existence in a literal sense.

In another word, She had saved her entire country by taking the bullet that was meant for Jungkook, therefore, her happiness regardless of the agonizing pang made complete sense to her. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if she was given the most prestigious medal in her country for saving the young lad's life.

"Ask anything you want my child, it's yours"  Sir Damianos had declared the moment she had gained her consciousness.

Having the word of such a powerful man made her feel like she was the Thanos who had all of the infinity stones. Her hope had flown out the rooftop and now was soaring high in the sky because the day she had dreamt of had finally landed on her feet at last.

At that point, she knew even if she asked for a billion dollars she would gladly shower her with it therefore, she asked for one thing that mattered to her the most.

"Free me," She asked and the smile on the man's face disappeared in a flash because he knew the gravity of her request.

"I want to be a free woman" She repeated and even the servants staggered backwards when the consequences of her appeal dawned upon them.

After all, for nine years, she was Jeon Jungkook's property. Saya was gifted by Sir Damianos to his youngest son on his fourteenth birthday as his birthday present.

All her life he had owned her but now...

Not anymore

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Wow I forgot this has been sitting duck in my draft for a while now.

Mafia AU where OC helps her coworker runaway from her mafia fiance and get caught on the process by his men. But when he finally sees you, anger is not what he feels.

Do I or do I not write it?

Want It All - Part 2

change comes in many forms. for jungkook, it's flowers, love notes, and chocolate. for you, it's the slow realization that perhaps you don't hate him the way you say you do.

» genre: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers fr!

» wc: 14k :)

Part 1 | Part 2

much to your dismay, you learn what it’s like to say no to jeon jungkook.

but not in the way you already knew. he texted nonstop. never called, he wanted it to be one-sided. he didn’t want you to think you had to reply to him until you wanted to. he left gifts for you, and your cat, which he found you were hiding in your apartment despite not being allowed to have pets.

he wrote you notes and would leave them in all kinds of places. you’d find them in school, in your desk, on your work-computer, all places you figured were easy for him to have access to. then it was your daily barista telling you a man already paid for your drink, and asked to hand you this note (then she told you your boyfriend was cute..). even sooyung was approached by him to ask about leaving a few in your apartment, and offered to hand deliver them if she was uncomfortable with doing that. she agreed to do it, but was sure to let you catch her the first time so you wouldn’t worry how he was getting them inside. (even though his note mentioned this as well, you were surprised at the lengths he’d gone to).

“really y/n, he’s doing a whollleee lot to get on your good side.”

you hummed, “yeah, i’ve noticed.”

she examines you, “then why haven’t you replied to him?”

you sigh, “i really don’t know what to do.” she looks at you and you continue, “i’m torn between wanting to tear him limb from limb because of what he did and how he’s treated me, but at the same time, if he hadn’t really changed, then why go through all these hoops to make me forgive him?” she nods. “i just, i don’t want to look like the fool again for forgiving him when he snaps out of it.”

“maybe he’s actually getting his shit together?”

you frown, “unlikely. he probably just wants back on my good side so we can continue the plan.”

she ticks her head to the side, “and? what’s wrong with that?” she chuckles, “do you want something more from him?”

you can’t rationalize why you decide to text jungkook the next morning. you hate him, that much you knew. but you were curious to know what he wanted from you. only then, you thought, could you have your closure.

he’s in the small coffee shop before you are. he flags you down, “i ordered for you, hope you don’t mind. if you don’t want it i’ll get you something else.” you look down, not surprised he remembered your drink seeing as he asked or noticed when he told the barista last time. “I’m glad you answered me, and again, i’m sorry.”

“i still don’t know if i can forgive you, but at the very least, i think we should pick up where we left off.”

he nods, “okay, you mean being friends or with the plan?”

“with the plan. lord knows trying to befriend you is a bigger waste of time than politics.”

he looks offended for a second but doesn’t comment on it. “okay, sounds fair. so, what should our next date be then?”

you hum, “what about taehyung, did you ever get back to him?”

he nods, “oh yeah! just recently, though. we’ve hung out twice one-on-one since i told him you’d been busy with work, then sick, i was running out of excuses until he told me, him and minji broke up.”

you look at him, “they broke up?” he nods, “... did he say how that went?”

he laughs, “clearly not well, or, maybe well, they’re back together now, i think.”

you chuckle, “yeah, sounds like minji.”

you spend the rest of the hour discussing plans with jungkook and waiting for taehyung to agree to it. you sit back in the cozy booth, god you love coffee shops. the place wasn’t as busy as it normally was. you’ve been here long enough to watch it move from its peak to it’s calmest.

“taehyung and minji are in.” jungkook says, pulling your attention back to him.

you nod, “okay sounds good.”

jungkook picks you up at nine that night, rather late to be bowling, but you soon realize bowling is second entertainment to drinking and socializing, to these people.

when you got there people were loosely playing, and more focused on conversation.

jungkook was not one of these people. “hope you’re not all talk kook, it’d be a shame to lose in front of not one but two, pretty ladies.”

you bare a grin towards taehyung and minji takes a seat in the half-lounge, “oh taehyung, stop it.”

he kisses her cheek then asks, “8’s for both of you?” you both nod but minji bats her eyes, “yes please!” and sends them both on their way. you sit on the other side of her, leaving three seats between you and she chuckles, “do you think i’ll bite?”

you laugh, “no, but i do.”

she finds both amusement and slight offense to you, “come on y/n, lighten up a bit. we’re just bowling.”

“so you weren’t purposefully staring me down at the bar? shit intimidation tactic, i’ll tell you.”

she guffaws sarcastically, “intimidation? why would i be trying to intimidate you?” you simply look at her as if you’re uninterested in her, “i really liked the skirt you were wearing. couldn’t help but remember how much jungkook likes skirts,” she scoots two seats closer and leans over the last, “always told me it was easy access.” you scoff at her audacity, and applaud yourself for seeing through her from the beginning, “no shame from me though! i clearly get the enticement.” she looks around, the boys are busy at the bar, ordering food and drinks, “if it was anyone else, i’d probably try to scare you off. tell you if i simply asked, i’d have him back.”

“doubt that.”

she laughs, “but i won’t, because jungkook isn’t worth it.”

your brows furrow. you hadn’t been even the slightest bit offended at anything she’d said so far, but that, that one stirred you. “what do you mean?”

she shrugs, “don’t get me wrong, he’s as close to perfect a girl could get, but c’mon, he’s a troubled guy. he’s privileged, yeah, but his dad isn’t wanting to give him the company. that pretty much depletes his value to girls like us. good for a fuck though! that's for damn sure.” she laughs.

you look at her absolutely disgusted, “god, you’re a terrible person.”

she just grins, “taehyung is the whole package. so consider jungkook, my gift to you.”

you roll your eyes, “just leave us alone and all will be well.”

“oh y/n, you’re as funny as ever.” she giggles as the boys return to your table.

jungkook hands you a drink and slides into the seat beside you, “they weren’t serving tequila so i got the next best thing.”

you sipped what he handed you and looked at him, recognizing the familiar taste, “did you make me this at your place?” he nods with a large grin, “oh yeah, i really liked this one.” you place the drink on the small table, “i have to say though,” you place your hand on his leg and stare up at him dreamily, “your’s was much better.”

he stares back at you then leans down to your ear, “i’m going to kiss you.” then as promised, his lips meet yours and his hand ghosts along your jaw.

it was a sickeningly sweet kiss, and the act doesn’t stop when your kiss ends. you have to keep this act up the entire night.

“okay, ladies first?” taehyung says. “y/n, minji? either of you want to go first?”

“oh! i will!” minji jumps up, her mini skirt moving with her legs, an outfit all too inappropriate for bowling. suddenly you remember what she said about jungkook liking skirts. you hold back the disgusted face you make as you watch minji take her first turn “awe, only two?” she pouts, grabbing her ball and re-trying, only to hit three total.

“it's okay baby, you’re just warming up.” taehyung tells her, throwing an arm around her and nuzzling into her side.

“your turn then baby.” jungkook smiles at you and you nod, picking up the ball with your entire hand, then examining it, you see the three holes but you’re still unsure so you turn to jungkook, “how do i hold this?”

he looks at you perplexed, “how do you hold, a bowling ball?” he asks, you nod. he chuckles and stands to help you, easily taking the weighted ball from your hands and turning it to demonstrate for you, “you put three fingers in like this.” he says, “i can’t, because my fingers would probably get stuck.”

he hands the ball back to you and you giggle, taking it into your hands and holding it just as he did, “haha, dirty.”

you hear him laugh behind you, “did you say that’s dirty?” you nod with a grin and he continues to chuckle, “dirty mind.” he places a hand on your back and directs you to the wooded area. “ideally, you’re gonna walk about two steps, then swing the ball back, then fourth, then let go, and ONLY let go when the ball is in front of you.”

“only let go when it’s aimed at the pins, okay.” you put yourself in a position that feels rather unnatural and jungkook sighs behind you, putting his hands around you to direct you, “relax.” he says, beside your ear. he steps away and demonstrates what he’s telling you and you copy him. “good.” he grins, “now try it.”

you take a deep breath and try to do it just as well as he showed you, but you roll yourself a loudly bouncing straight-to-the-gutter ball. you turn and pout to jungkook who’s smiling like you hit a strike on your first go. “don’t worry baby, you get one more try.”

you take the ball and do the same thing, and get the same results. you slouch back beside jungkook with a sour face, “this game sucks, no wonder i’ve never played.”

he laughs and sits up, “well, hopefully you learn by watching.” jungkook takes the ball he picked out, naturally grabbing it and walking up to the row before performing exquisite technique. he almost earns himself a spare his first turn, only missing one after splitting the first time.

you celebrate his early lead and grab his hand when he sits down. this role is actually starting to be fun. you feel like a different person, like a character. taehyung gets up to take his two turns and minji scoots over to the two of you.

“so y/n, i heard you didn’t get picked for the internship with mr.kim,” she starts, much to both you and jungkook’s dismay, “where did you end up?” she asks, no doubt she’s only asking because she thinks you had to settle for something below your level. “or better yet, who got it, if not you?”

she grins but your expression remains upbeat. “oh, funny story actually!” you direct jungkook’s hand onto your own lap and her eyes follow before going back to yours, “jungkook actually got it, who would’ve thought right? not you, surely.”

her expression changes but she keeps the fake smile, “oh really? that's great! congrats jungkook.” she grins to him. “so, if he got it, where did you end up?”

“oh! at his fathers company.” i tell her, watching in the utmost amusement as her face drops, making her completely readable.

“his dads company? but, they don’t even accept students, do they?”

you nod, “you’re right, they don’t. but they made an exception for me.” you smile achingly at her and she leans back in her seat. “clearly i made a great enough impression on his dad, he even introduced jungkook and i.” you lean into your ‘boyfriend’ when you mention him. you’re sure by his silence he’s probably shitting bricks about this conversation. you don’t blame him.

“wow!” she says, “well,” she grabs her drink, “cheers to the both of you and your success.”

“cheers to that.” you clink your glass against hers and take a sip.

“minji! you’re up!”

you look to jungkook who looks back at you with a small smile. you chuckle, “i handled that pretty well.”

he nods, “very well, i would have probably stuttered at least a little bit. she is intimidating.”

you hum, “yeah, you obviously have a type.”

he frowns at you, “what-”

“my turn again! i think i’m gonna bowl with my other hand.”

“your other hand? are you ambidextrous?” taehyung laughs, drink in hand and minji in lap.

you shrug, “maybe! i can’t get worse, it’s worth a try.”

you take your turn with your other hand and it goes much better than the last, you even manage to hit a few pins. “woo!” you put your hands in the air when you manage to knock down over half. “hell yeah!” you celebrate, double high-fiving jungkook as you sit down and switch out spots.

the rest of the night goes on much smoother than the beginning. you even think you may enjoy bowling, that is, if you continue to be good at it. because what's the fun in it when you’re not? you walk away a winner in more ways in one, not only was it an objectively great night of socializing, drinking, and jungkook winning, but you also silenced minji.

after her disgusting performance and rant about jungkook, you were more than glad to mention he was awarded mr. kim’s spot (knowing it was a strictly merit-based position, that his father couldn’t have known he was even considered for, because if his dad wanted him to intern big, he would simply take him on, and he didn’t.) and even better, that you accomplished the impossible. every girls dream, his father likes you enough to introduce you to his attractive, soon-to-replace-me son. your future is a given with these circumstances and she knows it.

your only mistake was believing she would wallow in her own defeat.

as the boys were talking and bidding their goodbyes, you checked your phone, not interested in conversing with minji anymore, but she had other plans.

“hey, y/n.”

you pause and look at her, “yeah..?”

she grins, “you know, what i said back there.” she smirks, biting her lip and looking down at your feet, “that i’d be kind enough to give him to you?”

you nod and chuckle, “let me guess, want him back now?”

she grins, “no.” you raise your brows, “want you to break up with him, as soon as possible.”

you laugh, “why on earth would i do that?”

she shrugs, “the choice is yours. give him up and spare your heart and reputation, or wait until he leaves you for me.” she says snarkily, you hold back a fit of laughs at the premise of it all. “i’m being nice, even letting you know ahead of time and not just doing what i want.”

you hum, “okay, minji.” she grins, “really?”

“for the small price of a million dollars.” you joke, her face drops.

“a million? really? i mean, it's a bit steep sure-”

“it was a joke, minji.” you tell her, temporarily forgetting who you were dealing with. that’s probably not even a fraction of what she has in her trust fund. “i’m not pimping out my boyfriend nor listening to your empty threats. get a life.”

she huffs and you almost think she’ll throw a tantrum as you walk away from her and cozy up next to jungkook, who is deep in conversation with taehyung about some niche video game. its a true shame he ended up with minji, he seems like a really great guy.

jungkook wraps his arms around you and lets taehyung finish his sentence before looking down at you, “well we should probably get going before she drags me off.” they laugh, “we should totally do this again sometime!”

you close the car door immediately and let your head fall back with a loud, exaggerated, sigh.

jungkook looks at you and chuckles, starting the car, “that bad? really?”

you look to him, “oh, no, we did great, it’s just fucking minji.” you groan and he laughs.

“yeah i may have forgotten how terrible she was.”

“she threatened me to break up with you.”

he stops the car from moving, having just begun backing out and looks at you, “she did what?”

you look at him shocked, “yeah, she said i had two options: break up with you or she’ll ‘take you’” you say with air quotes and a giggle. “i mean, god it's funny but it's just so childish and annoying.”

he looks at you wordlessly before turning his attention back to driving. he remains speechless until you’re on the road, “i’m not sure what she’ll try to do, but rest assured when she realizes she can’t bribe or manipulate me, you, or my dad, she’ll give up.”

you think, “how do you know your dad won’t like the idea of you being with her rather than me?” his father liking you so much is a factor you were riding on for this plan to work, you definitely didn’t need minji meddling to change that.

he shakes his head, “i can’t believe you’d even ask that.”

you frown, “well she comes from a good family, i don’t.”

he shakes his head, “my mom didn’t either. she humbled him, grounded him. he likes the idea that i would fall in love the same way he did.” he looks at you for a moment, “he wants me to have the life he had, before my mom left.” you realize now you’ve never questioned the different last names between him and his father.

“so is it your mother’s last name you have?” he nods calmly. “why not your fathers?”

he looks at you, “it was my decision.” he shakes his head, “it’s not important though.” you watch him start the car, “but that’s why being with you really makes that much of a difference. the more like-him i act, the closer i get.” he grins widely, “and i have to say, i’ve been working on myself a lot lately, and i think i’m doing really well. i think he’s finally happy with me.”

jungkook’s positive attitude is comforting, but you’re still weary of how much of a ‘changed man’ he really is.

it's easy to be someone else for a little while, you thought.

two weeks pass and you and jungkook see each other three more times. you were growing too busy as the week went on to promise him any weekend plans. jungkook said he understood though, and left it at that.

or so, you thought he left it.

you were grabbing a snack for you and your coworker in the break room when a younger, newer girl with rimmed glasses poked her head in, “y/n, right?” you nod and she grins, “uh, there’s someone waiting for you at your station.” her cheeks were flushed and you began to panic thinking what could this possibly be.

the elevator feels infinitely slow to reach your floor and when the door dings you look over to your small assigned desk, to see just about every female, and male, coworker lined up, and the main attraction? jungkook, of course.

you grit your teeth and approach him, “jungkook! whatareyoudoinghere.”

he smiles sweetly at you, “just visiting.” he pulls a small bouquet out from behind his back, “and i come bearing gifts.”

everyone swoons and you are deeply annoyed but don’t dare show it. “oh wow, they’re so cute!” you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“you guys throwing a party without me?” a louder, familiar voice asks, everyone parts ways for mr.lee, who looks equally as surprised to see jungkook. “oh!” he says, looking between me and him, “so you’ll come to visit your girlfriend but not to visit your old man?” he grins, throwing an arm around jungkook and messing up his hair, “all comes with time, i suppose.” he grins at him, “alright, back to your stations.” he says lightheartedly.

after the small crowd dissipates he looks back to us, “glad to see you here, even if it’s for personal reasons.” mr.lee tells him.

“actually, i came for both. you just found me the same time she did.” he tells him. “i’d actually really enjoy it if you could show me around, now that you’re almost done with renovations and improvements, yeah?” jungkook leads his dad in the opposite direction to tour him, which he does with the utmost glee and jungkook looks back smiling, sending you a wink. as annoying as it was, you suppose you could stomach the embarrassment if it was for this.

after they’re plenty gone, the questions begin to pour in. it all started with the married woman beside you, “are you actually dating mr. lee’s son?”

“how long have you been together?”

“how did you meet?”

“what’s he like?”

“is that how you convinced mr. lee to give you a spot here, even as a student?”

that was the question you were anticipating. was it rude and presumptuous? yes. would you have assumed the same? also yes.

you smile sweetly, answering a few basic questions, “we’ve been together for around two months.” “mr. lee introduced us at the charity event.” “he is sweet and charming, clearly!” “we met after i started my internship here.” “i would appreciate you all respecting my privacy, i’m afraid i’m not very comfortable answering any more questions about my personal life.”

the day ends with you finishing a reasonable amount of work. you wanted to do more, but jungkook’s stunt created a rather large bump in the road.

“you ready to go?”

about an hour and a half past shift, with little to no one left, he asks.

“are you finished?” you ask him, he nods. “okay, let’s go.”

jungkook notices the way you avoid being near him and how you answer his questions with single words. you don’t even argue with him for the aux, so decides to ask. “y/n?” you hum, “are you alright?” you look at him, you hadn’t expected him to pick up on it or care enough to point it out. “did i make you mad again?” he sighs.

you furrow your brows, “not really, no.” you tell him, “honestly, it’s not your fault.”

he frowns, “what's not my fault? you know i’m trying to change right? you can tell me when i screw up. it’ll probably happen a good amount.” he chuckles.

you shake your head, “no, jungkook, you are doing fine. great, even. seems like your dad is starting to notice.”

“are you noticing?”

you look to him but he doesn’t look back, “i guess. it’s good you’re finally getting your life together. i get that this may not have been an easy thing to do, but it's going to take even more effort to maintain it.”

he nods, “i know, so, what is it that's got your panties in a twist, and not in a good way?” he grins, he is still jungkook, i suppose.

you shake your head, “it’s nothing really, don’t worry.”

he scowls, “but you said it was something i did, shouldn’t i know what i did?”

“i shouldn’t be upset. that's the issue. it has less to do with you and more my distaste for people being in my business.”

he nods silently. “so you didn’t like me surprising you.”

you shrug, “from a strategic standpoint that was the smartest thing you’ve done.” you chuckle, “i just hate how people think you owe them information on your lovelife. fake or not.”

you’re just ranting now. this had little to do with jungkook, considering he only did it for his dad to see.

he smiles, “i get where you’re coming from. if i had a real girlfriend, i think i would want to keep her away from the public eye. i know that’s likely impossible, but i also don’t like people feeling entitled to my personal life.” you laugh at the connection he fails to make. you were the type of guy to do that mere months ago. but whatever. “oh, and, my dad really took well to that stunt, so your temporary embarrassment, highly paid off.” he holds up an “ok” sign and grins.

“glad to hear. so things are working well then?”

he nods, “oh yeah, definitely. they’re already asking me when i’m going to start bringing you around.”

“bringing me around where?”

“well, as my dates to events and stuff, dinners my dad hosts, or even just our family dinner. yejun just wants to talk your ear off, she’s already driven my dad crazy asking about you.” this is your first time hearing his dad’s wife’s name, you figured she was likely too tipsy to properly introduce herself when you first met.

“does she ask you?” he nods, “and…? what do you tell her?”

“i tell her if i know the answer, if i don’t i just tell her she’ll have to ask you when she sees you again.”

you sigh, this fake relationship stuff is becoming more emotionally taxing than you bargained for. “just, let me know whenever that time comes. i don’t have any preference. as long as it’s a believable timeline.”

“a believable timeline?”

you nod, “yeah? how long had you been dating your last girlfriend before she met your parents.”

he pauses, pulling onto my street. “i’ve never.”

you look at him. he looks at you. you break first, and his laughter follows. “okay, okay, just, whenever is fine then.”

you know what you told jungkook. he said he wouldn’t see anyone other than you during the duration of your fake relationship, and you comprehended how hard that must have been. and you also understand that you loosely agreed. this was a time when jeon jungkook was as much “romance” as you had in your life. you didn’t see the point in seriously dating in school. not when half the student body moves away and you’re split between two-worlds. it just wasn’t obtainable.

you always told yourself you’d keep an open-mind though. you’d surely make an exception for the right one.

you also didn’t consider that the guy in your study group that you had been eyeing, would actually ask you out on a date.

so there you stood, literature classics in hand, in the library, putting himself so viantly on the line and at your mercy. how the hell are you supposed to respond. you know you should say no, out of respect. but you also know it must have taken him a great deal of courage to do what he’s doing. he’s quiet, introverted, and doesn’t seem to make friends or socialize that well. you assume that’s the reason he’s single, and not for his lack of attractiveness.

because he was definitely easy on the eyes, dressed well, even smelled nice. the man just could not talk to women.

he scratched the back of his neck, “i-i’m so sorry for asking so suddenly, i know we don’t know each other that well, and please don’t feel obligated to say yes-”

“sure!” idiotidiotidiot.

“oh! really?” he visibly relaxes, “are you sure?”

“yeah, a study date sounds great!” he grins charmingly, you feel like melting, already picturing the life you could have, seeing that everyday. get a fucking grip.

“i’ll walk you out and we can talk about it?” he offers, you nod, walking side-by-side on campus.

it’s not terrible, what you’re doing. the only issue with going on a date with him is a) jungkook being upset you lied to him (which you feel you should be ranking low on the list, considering the massive amount of shit he’s put you through, but still, you feel guilty) and b) what are you supposed to tell this guy, if he were to find out.

you don’t have all the answers, but you assume they’ll come with time.

he invites you for a coffee on thursday and you don’t reject his offer. you get to know him a little, his story was bland, to say the least. some people are simply boring people. which makes his invite to a party all the more surprising.

you’re sitting beside him in one of the common rooms when a guy recognizes him, very excitedly giving him a “bro” hug. and asking him if he’ll see him (insert dramatic frat guy voice) at the party tomorrow night.

his eyes show the slightest bit of shock or, maybe nervousness? you weren’t sure why he reacted that way or why he took so long to reply to him. “uh, yeah! i think i’ll make an appearance.”

the other boy laughs, “uh, yeah, duh, you kind of have to.” he looks to me and i give him a grin, “oh shit! you’re on a date, my bad.” we both nod, “see you later!”

he sits back down and apologizes, “sorry, younger guys get so attached to me for some reason.”

“what did he mean by you kinda have to be at that party?”

he looks down, “uh, i’m really not sure.”

you raise your eyebrows, “then you wouldn’t mind if i came then, right?”

he looks at you shocked, “oh, really? you wanna go?” you nod. “oh, well, i guess i can ask for one more invite-”

“it’s an invite-only kind of thing?” he nods tentatively, “who has your invites then?”

you don’t want to come on too strong, but this whole thing wasn’t adding up and you knew it. not that you were suspecting foul play or anything, you really believed this guy to be harmless. you just figured there was something else he wasn’t telling you.

“well, i kind of owed a friend some money that i knew i couldn’t pay back so i gave my tickets to them in exchange.” you hum, unsure if you believe that story or not. you conclude it was plausible enough to believe, and you’re just being distrustful. “i-i can definitely ask for another though,” he grins at you, “i’m pretty sure they’d make an exception for a girl like you, so, consider yourself invited.”

the party was a week away and you declined your new interest, jihun’s, dinner invitation. you realized as much as you enjoyed his company, you really ought to slow down. which you were thankful for in the end, once jungkook called you friday night. “hello..”

“y/n! please tell me you’re free this saturday.”

you hum over the phone, “i could be for a few hours, i guess-”

“perfect! you’ll be attending some fancy banquet dinner with me. i really don’t know what it's for just that-” jungkook drones on about the most trivial details.

“jungkook.”

“.. yeah?”

“just tell me the dress code and when you’re going to pick me up.”

he chuckles and give you the information you needed. “i’m assuming it's fancy cocktail, do you have dresses for this or do we need to go shopping?” he asks, rather arrogantly.

“of course i have cocktail dresses jungkook.”

he hums, “so you won’t mind if i swing by to examine your wardrobe?”

you huff, “whatever helps you sleep at night jungkook.”

he sounds slightly testy when he responds, “sorry, i figured i’d spare you the embarrassment of being looked down on by snobby millionaires and offer to buy you a dress. so sorry! i’ll never do such a thing again-”

“okay i get it! just come around 7.”

“you got it boss.”

and jungkook was at your door at 6:52pm, dressed casually like he rolled out of bed, and you guess from his tired eyes and bed head he probably did. his hair, which you learned was usually styled, straightened, gelled, or a mix of the three was none of the above. he let his naturally outgrown brown curls rest atop his head and you temporarily wonder why in god's name he would ever change it to something else if he looks like that, naturally.

he furrows his brows at you when you take an unnatural amount of time to close the door, too busy admiring him. “did you forget i was coming?” he asks.

you quickly shake your head, “no, no! sorry, you just look different.”

he ticks his head, “different?” you hum, “different how?” you shrug, “different good?”

“oh, yeah.” he stands silent, making you continue your babbling, “i just haven’t seen you with your hair like that, i guess. or if i have, i haven't noticed.”

he runs his hands through his hair, “oh, my bad. i usually do it before i go out but i took a shower before i left.”

your female pheromones begin to work extra hard and you chalk it up to the absolute dry spell that has been since you slept with jungkook almost four months ago. any woman in your position would probably jump him, but you are stronger than that.

you also don’t even really like him as a person.

“the dresses are in the closet, probably on the top but i could be wrong.” you point towards your bedroom and he follows, he gets about two steps past your bed before his head snaps down to the floor.

you quickly notice his lack of attention and follow his eyes to the one and only.

“kitty! knock it off you mongrel.” you bend down to push his head back from attacking anymore ankles and he cries out dramatically.

when you stand again jungkook laughs, “i wondered where he was. no wonder they haven’t found that cat, by the time they do it’s too late.”

you chuckle, “yeah i took him off the streets and he just refused to leave the house so he’s mine now i guess.” jungkook nods and bends down, which you quickly warn him against looking for your cat, (who you’ve tried renaming but only responds to kitty, if he responds at all). “if you stick your head under the bed to look for him he will throw hands.”

jungkook takes your advice and instead tries to lure your cat out by tapping on the ground. he is only rewarded with swatting fists. “did you come just to play with my cat or did you want to dissect my wardrobe?”

he stops teasing the cat and pouts, “i bet your dresses are fine actually, this is much more entertaining.”

you sigh, reaching down to grab his hand and drag him up to his feet. “come on, he could do that all day.”

“will he come out?” jungkook asks, almost like an excited child. as soon as you make the connection you can’t help but ask, “did you have pets growing up?”

he pouts even further, “no.”

you grin, “if he doesn’t come out on his own i’ll see what i can do.” he lights up and you spin him around, “until then, tell me what i should wear.”

you sit back on your bed as jungkook pulls out every ‘maybe’ dress he can find in your closet and puts it on the chair. you’re checking your phone when you hear a quiet, low, “oh.”

you sit up on your bed and look at him, staring into your closet. “jungkook.”

“yeah..”

“did you find everything? what’s the verdict.”

he stares off for a second more, then glances at your dresses. he only pulled three which worries you. “these dresses are okay, but they won’t make an impression.” he says, reaching into your closet again and pulling out something that has your eyes widen and your mouth hanging open. he turns to you with a smirk, “but if you wear this underneath you’d certainly impress me.” you spring to your feet and try to take your lingerie out of his grimy hands and he does everything in his power to stop you from taking it. “stop chasing it! i’ll put it back!”

he does as promised then turns back to you, “oh you’re red, red.” you sigh. he laughs, “come on, what are you embarrassed for? that’s hot.”

you furrow your brows, “yeah, clearly, and not for your eyes!”

he scoffs, “what do you mean, ‘not for my eyes’ need i remind you once upon a time you did sleep with me?”

you sigh, “oh you mean when you used me? yeah remember that very vividly jungkook.”

the sex was great, you would never deny that. you had undeniable chemistry, and had you found him under different circumstances you were sure you’d have a lot of fun, but that wasn’t your reality. instead, he used sex as a means to get to you, as a trap.

he looks at you solemnly, “i’m sorry.” you nod. “i don’t know if i should say this, but i actually only slept with you because i wanted to. that was just a brightside to my terribly, mean plan to sabotage you.”

you look at him confused, “so you just did it because you wanted to?”

he nods, “i had an agenda, clearly, but I didn’t expect you to be as pretty as you were.” he laughs, his hand coming up to massage his neck, “i actually almost forgot and ditched the whole thing after i brought you back to my house.”

“but you didn’t.”

he nods, “but i didn’t.”

you lick your lips, “why?” he stares at you, “why didn’t you stop? and just leave it be?”

he shrugs, “i was, selfish and insecure. i didn’t think i was good enough to make it on my own. thought i had to manipulate my way through everything. your name is on the list of things i sacrificed in order to get here. i just count myself lucky that you were unlucky enough to come across me again.”

you realize you’ve been trying to hold onto this hatred for jungkook since that night, but deep down, for a reason you so badly wish you could explain, you don’t really hate him at all.

“you have no idea how bad i want to believe you jungkook.” you say. you want to say so much more. you want to give him a hug, because he seems like he needs it. you want to tell him he can stay as long as he wants and play with your cat and beat you in as many video games as he pleases but you just can’t. you don’t trust him, but you still pity him.

“you have no idea how much i wish you would.” he responds. your eyes stayed glued to the floor. letting the tension settle before speaking out, “uhm, so, do we need to go dress shopping tomorrow?”

he looks over to the small pile, “is that all you have?” you nod. “yeah, to be safe.”

he turns to show himself out and your cat, forever the instigator, runs out at him. jungkook stops in the doorway, staring at the cat. kitty stares back, wide-eyed. “i think we’re bonding.”

“i think he’s going to bite you.”

you were correct.

you pick up your aggravated feline, who is much calmer in your arms with your back turned to jungkook. “gosh, he’s like a guard dog.”

you cradle him like a baby, “i don’t think he likes men very much.” you turn back around to face jungkook and your cat buries himself in your arms at the sight of him. jungkook watches the cat in fascination and reaches a hand out to you, which your cat swats at him before he touches your skin.

“wow, good job, guard cat!” he stands up straight and you walk him to the door, “lock that thing out of your room when you have a guy over.” you smile at his lighthearted joke, “so, i’ll be here around 12 to take you shopping?”

he shakes his head to make his wavy layered hair fall away from his face. “uh, yeah, sounds good-”

knock knock knock.

you look at the door behind jungkook, he turns his head from the door, to you. “you expecting someone?”

you shake your head, “no. could be sooyung.” you shrug, “but she would’ve texted me.” you check over your notifications but see nothing. you walk to the door and open it, and your skin begins to heat. oh fuck.

“hi! y/n.” you do the quickest thing you can think of to prevent this from getting worse, which is suspiciously closing the door behind you, leaving you and jihun outside your door and jungkook on the other side, disoriented with a cat that wants to fight him.

“jihun! wow, you didn’t say you were coming over-” come to think of it, how did he know which campus apartment was yours?

“oh, don’t worry about it. i just figured if we couldn’t see each other this weekend then i could at least give you these.” he hands you a bouquet. “so maybe you won’t forget about me.” he says with a grin.

your mind is racing, you feel indifferent. you feel weird. “thank you so much.” you give him a hug and he hands you the flowers. “i surely won’t.”

you awkwardly close the door, letting a large breath fall when he’s no longer standing in front of you.

“flowers?”

you look over to jungkook, standing away from the door in the living space, cat toy in hand as he waves it under the couch. “uh, yeah, i guess.”

you awkwardly murmur, walking over to your kitchen to sit them on the counter to deal with later. he doesn’t say anything, continuing to waive the cat toy around before rising to his feet. “you know, if you’re seeing someone you can tell me.” you stare at him cautiously, “i mean, we’re not really dating, i’d just like to know so i’m not blindsided.”

you take a breath, “you’re not upset?”

“what room do i have to be upset?”

you can’t deny the disappointing feeling you felt when he admitted that. “i’m not sure how i feel about him. it’s not serious.”

he hums, “just, keep me updated if something changes.” he walks to the door, “and y/n,” you look to him, your face is easy to read, “you can’t tell him.”

jungkook took you shopping as promised. he followed you around stores and made comments on everything you picked out. it got exhausting to the point where you, once again, asked him to simply pick something out.

this time, he agreed. “god.” he groans, “i thought you’d never ask! stay there.” he told you, instructing you to stay in the dressing room.

jungkook showed up seconds later with four dresses. “here.” you pull back the curtain and take the dresses from his arm.

“wow, they’re the right size and everything.”

he laughs, “i’m not an idiot, i know your size, and your style, which is why i know you may not love these but you’ll look good in everything, so i just picked something my mom and her friends would like, but still too sexy for any of them to wear.”

you acknowledge the thought he put into this as you zip yourself into the first one. it’s an unfavorable shade of burgundy and makes you feel old, but it has a low back and the skirt is short.

you step out of the dressing room and examine yourself in the bigger mirrors. jungkook checks you out from every angle as well. you both look at each other simultaneously making a “meh” face and sound.

“okay, glad we agree!” you try on another that was much better, a gorgeous blue, but simply wasn’t fit for your body type.

the third pick was a surprise. it was a deep, velvet green that hugged you famously and oozed sophistication. you looked and felt like a million bucks, and not in a sleazy way.

you step past the curtain and immediately look to jungkook. perhaps describing the way you felt when he looked at you would be better than describing how he looked at you, but you can’t ignore either. he stared at you speechlessly, mouth open, eyes scanning, and brain completely devoid of any thought besides you and everything he felt and thought about you.

“jesus christ.” is the first words exchanged between the two of you. “you look astonishing.” he had never meant something more in his entire life, he thinks.

“i feel fantastic.” you grin at him, taking a few steps closer to the mirror and checking yourself out. he watches the way you carry yourself in that dress and it's obvious how much you like it.

he appears behind you, “you’re glowing.” he chuckles and you nod excitedly, “it would be a crime not to get this one.”

you run your hands down your dress and turn around to face him, “feel it too!” you take his hand and direct him from your waist to your hips. jungkook thinks the most unholy things in the back of his mind but chooses to focus on how happy you are and how perfect the dress is for the occasion. “yeah,” he breathes, “it’s soft.”

you catch the way he looks at you and gulp, “well, sadly, i’ll go take it off.” he chuckles and sits back down.

as you’re walking out of the dressing room jungkook points to the doors of the shop, “can you go look if there's a sushi place anywhere on this street?”

you do as asked, and by the time you’re stepping back in to tell him the bad news he’s grinning. “there isn’t-”

“i know.” he smiles, slinging an arm around your shoulder and holding your dress in the other arm.

“then why-”

“do you want lunch while we’re out? you can pick, i’ll eat anything.”

jungkook treats you to lunch as well, and you picked a common, inexpensive place that was easy for the both of you. not that you needed to be concerned with how much money he was spending, but you couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty.

you conclude that is the exact reason he sent you on a wild goose chase, so you wouldn’t know how much he paid for the dress. your suspicions were further confirmed when you get home and see the tag gone. you sigh and hang it up for the time being.

damn jeon jungkook.

you toy with your fingers as jungkook parks the car. “stay there.” he tells you. you watch him circle the car and hand his keys off to someone before opening your door and extending a hand and a sickening smile.

you chuckle, impressed, “my prince.”

he finds it amusing, taking your arm in his as he leads you into an expensive hotel that looks nothing like the hotels you’ve ever been to. he leans in so only you can hear, “you’re gonna get prince jungkook all night,” he says, looking at you with a wink, “try not to fall in love with me.”

you stick your tongue out, pretending to be disgusted by the declaration, when he really had no idea that you had been fighting yourself since you met him.

but you are nothing if not stubborn.

“jungkook is here!” yejun shouts excitedly, spotting her step-son as soon as he enters the room, a drink in her hand and clearly not her first one.

jungkook smiles sweetly and hugs her, she then looks at you, eyes wide with loud, exaggerated gasp as she looks you up and down. “you brought y/n! oh this is fantastic, a cause for a celebration!” she states. a younger man appears behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, “perhaps take it easy on the drinking, mom. dinner hasn’t even started.” she blows him off and he extends a hand to you, “so you’re jungkook’s girlfriend?”

you nod and smile pleasingly, “yes, lucky me! i’m y/f/n.”

he chuckles, “lucky you, indeed.” he says sarcastically. ha. you already like this one. “i’m his brother, seojoon.”

you nod and continue to talk to his brother but jungkook pulls you away rather quickly, “i’m thirsty, come with me to check out the bar?”

you stare at the back of his head as he leads you towards the bar. “why did you interrupt? i was getting along-”

“we have better people to converse with than my brother.” he speaks curtly.

you take the hint and decide not to poke the bear and instead take a seat at the bar beside him. “so, any gameplan? or, just mingle.”

“just, be how you normally are.”

you frown, “well, thats lame.”

he chuckles and shakes his head, “you don’t need to change to make it in this society.”

he must be feeling the weight of his future riding on him at all times. you always wondered how kids like him dealt with that feeling. clearly, he doesn’t deal well.

you slide a hand overtop of his and look at him. he stares at you surprised, wide, dark, doe eyes. “you’re being a little hard on yourself.” you can tell by the way he looks at you that he doesn’t believe you. “really jungkook, even coming from me!” you gesture, hoping he would better understand the severity of your words but it only seemed to make it worse.

you sigh, “you’ve improved so much jungkook. in such little time. people like you, you’re charming, you’re charismatic, you’re extremely talented, you’re aware of the opportunities in front of you, and for the first time, you’re facing them. people notice you, jungkook. people love you.” he stares at you intently, hanging onto every word. you grin, “both of us, are going to make it big.”

you knew he was receptive to your little encouragement speech. you told yourself it was one of your duties as a fake girlfriend, because the last thing you needed was for him to start losing faith and motivation. he didn’t have to tell you or show you how appreciative he was, but he felt the need to. barside, with your legs crossed and one hand on his and the other in your lap, he reached across and grabbed your chin, and kissed you.

the shock on both of your faces was a dead give away, but neither of you cared, for the first time, it wasn’t about your stupid plan. that kiss was entirely different. it was optional. it served no purpose, unless you were aiming on swooning the bar staff over as well, but he did it anyway.

jungkook settles back in his seat and takes a large sip of his drink. he doesn’t say anything, and your eyes bore into him, aching for him to say anything. his hair was natural today, wavy and breath-takingly handsome. you begin to recall when you told him he looked good like that.

“your dad is coming.” you whisper to him.

“ah, i was wondering where my son was.” he surprises jungkook with a hug. “y/n! fantastic to see you again.”

“you as well mr.lee, thank you for inviting me.”

“pft.” he waives, “i should be thanking you, too.”

you laugh despite your bewilderment, “for what?”

he grins, “for the work you do of course.” he pats jungkook on the back, “and for slapping some sense into my son.” he turns to you, “i don’t know how you did it, but i thank you.”

the way he stands in front of you, thanking you for something you didn’t do, sat wrong with you. “mr. lee,” you start, jungkook stares hard at you, “jungkook did it all on his own. you should be exceptionally proud of him, he’s worked hard for the both of us.” you had no clue how true your words were.

mr. lee nods with a hearty chuckle and looks down at him, “i can tell, if i ever had doubts, they’re gone now.”

jungkook looks like he could shoot off into space right now and float happily and die a hero. you smile for him and the bartender hands his father his drink, “congratulations, jungkook.” he raises his glass to his son and takes a sip.

from then until dinner, jungkook talked your ear off. he was blissed out. when dinner came, he began to eat so quickly you knocked your knee into his to get his attention, “slow down.”

he nodded and resumed eating, at a much, much, slower, snail pace. you shake your head, “real comedian you are.” he laughs and eats his food, at a normal pace.

the dinner banquet left plenty of time for people to grab seconds and finish their food. tables were set up for families to be with families and guests to be with guests, etc.

mr. lee finished his meal about three minutes ago and has been staring at the table wordlessly. you don’t think much of it really, until he speaks, “i have something i’d like to tell you all.”

it was as if that was the beginning of a game of deadfish, everyone had stilled with their eyes on him. he clears his throat, “in the next two years, i will be retiring.”

i scan their faces. mr. lee looks, oddly calm. his wife looks shocked. seojoon looks perplexed. “and starting as soon as he graduates, assuming he is prepared and willing, jungkook, will take my spot.”

you stare out the car window and watch as the lights blur as they go by. that night could not have gone better if you had written it yourself. jungkook was ecstatic at first. after meals were served he dragged you to the dance floor and spun you around. you both learned you were fantastic dancers. they opened a bottle of champagne, you met tons of successful people and made connections and friendships alike. it was remarkable.

and still, jungkook looked indifferent.

“i would think you would be jumping off the walls right now.” you smile at him as you wait for the car.

he looks at you with a warm grin, “i’m happy.” he turns his head to stare off into the city. the night is young and alive on a friday night. college students just now heading out and workers calling it a day. then there was you and him, dressed to the nines, easily the best looking couple in any room (which you would argue, he carries) and still, he stood out. “it feels weird. this is what i wanted all along. this is what i fought for, what we worked at for months,” he ticks his head to the side, “but it still feels, off.”

jungkook sighs, feeling something he’s never felt before: discontentment. he helps you into the car and grabs the keys from the valet before sliding into the driver's seat. “maybe it hasn’t hit yet. this is only the beginning, after all.”

he nods, “i hope so.”

the week passed quickly with little word from jungkook. you grew worried as the days went on with no texts or calls, but he wasn’t really your boyfriend after all, so what room did you have to worry?

when the weekend rolled around with no date plans from him, you accepted the party invitation jihun grabbed for you. he grinned charmingly as he passed the paper to you, telling you, “all i had to do was show them a picture of you and they agreed” with a sickeningly shy smile. you shook your head, not believing him but appreciating the comment nonetheless.

this was apparently ‘the party’ of the year. hence the invitations, and you figured it came with a budget, seeing as the house was off-campus, huge, and had every kind of liquor you could have imagined available. “wow, i’ve never seen something like this before.”

you murmur to sooyung who's making herself a drink despite pregaming at your place beforehand. she nods, “oh yeah, i was invited last year and it was phenomenal. sigma hosts, but we don’t actually know how they get the funds for it.”

you laugh, “rich people.” she grins and raises her drink to you, “rich people indeed, and i will drink all of their free liquor!”

you laugh at her and grab a seltzer for yourself, leaning against the expensive countertops and staring out into the party. your slightly disappointed when you don’t spot anyone you know, including jihun. sooyung matches your stance and mocks you, “don’t see the boy toy?”

you shake your head, “not a boy toy, and no, i don’t see him.”

she hums then chuckles, “oh, screw jihun, your other lover is here.”

you furrow your brows, “sooyung what are you-”

lo and behold, jeon jungkook was here too.

of course! where there is a party, there is a jungkook. it really shouldn’t surprise you at all to see him, he is a college student afterall, and you were here too. with a date, at that. you knew jungkook though, you thought he’d changed. his face was tinted pink and he was laughing with a large group surrounding a couch, and despite not being much of a talker, all eyes were on him. not just eyes either, a pretty brunette with a push up bra was beside him with her hand on his thigh, just ogling him as if she had zero shame in the world. as you continue to stare you notice just how annoying the group was. they were betting, doing dares, and drinking all too much. “still a partier i guess.” sooyung shrugs. you can’t take your eyes away from it, you almost feel sick. you partially blame the alcohol, but you want to rip his head off for the way he was acting. is this what he’s been doing this entire time? did you give his dad your word that he was a better man just for him to play both of you? did you seriously let him use you again?

rage boiled in you on a slow simmer. you were an angry person. you knew you should be above it, but frankly, revenge is too sweet to ever pass up on.

you smiled in relief when jihun found you, covering your eyes from behind you, “guess who?”

you laugh and grab his hands as you turn around, “i can smell your cologne when you’re this close to me.”

you burst his bubble and he responds with a fake pout, “no fun.” you grin up at him, his hair dyed blonde and outgrown, and his outfit tonight makes him painfully attractive, dark wash jeans that hug his thighs and a loose button up that wasn’t so buttoned up. “how long have you been here?” he asks over the music.

“sooyung and i just got here.”

he nods and leans against the counter beside you, watching the partygoers and adjusting to the environment. sooyung was quick to find a friend to join, but parties were never your favorite. you liked bars, you liked to drink and dance and have fun, but parties always had a way of making you feel off. you think jihun picked up on this.

“you should drink more. everyone's anxieties wash away with the right amount of alcohol.” he laughs, clearly using that tactic himself. you can tell by the way he’s talking to you and carrying himself he’s already feeling the effects.

“yes but getting too drunk is disastrous.”

he leans his head closer to yours, “i’ll make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself.” jihun smiles sweetly at you and you can’t help but grin.

“it’s not that i think i’ll embarrass myself,” you start before biting your tongue.

“what?” he grins, lifting himself away from the counter and standing in front of you.

you lock eyes with him and decide to just be honest, “i don’t think i’d be able to control myself around you.”

you were sure he’d take it sexually, but what you really meant was you were trying to go slow so it wouldn’t cause a rift in your plan. but after seeing jungkook, you didn’t give fuck-all about the plan. sex couldn’t hurt either, you suppose. his brows raise and a grin grows on his face, “when did i give you the impression that i wanted you to hold back?” he glances around the room, staring off into the living room before staring back to you, “have i told you how gorgeous you look tonight?” he’s so close your noses are touching and you know he’s waiting for you to go in first, but you enjoy the game so you simply stare at his lips, “i think every guy in here is jealous of me.”

you chuckle and let your arms wrap lazily around his neck, “how does that make you feel?”

he bites at his lip, “like i want to shove it in their face a little more.” and with that you make him kiss you first. he’s gentle, much like you thought he’d be, and he pulls away for a moment, you figure catching his breath, before he kisses you again, harder, effectively pressing your back against the counter and gripping your hip tightly.

your mind swirled and your body practically lit up like a match, since the last time you touched a real man was months ago and jungkook was a disappointment, you figured you deserved this.

he lifted you onto the countertop and you licked at his lips as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you. just when things were getting good he pulls away from you completely. you’re slow to react, and by the time you open your eyes you barely have time to grasp onto the situation at all before it’s enfolding in front of you like a spontaneous trainwreck.

you watched jihun being pulled by the shoulder, pushed away from you, and throwing his hands up with a smirk. “sorry, is she your girlfriend?” he asks him. you follow the chiseled arm up to recognize jungkook, and promptly hop off of the counter.

you were content with taking your frustrations out on jihun (in a way both of you would surely enjoy) and deal with jungkook later, but now he’s getting involved in your personal life.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” jungkook shouts in his face, you try to rationalize his anger with drinking and even possibly drugs, but you really don’t understand what he’s doing.

“what the fuck are you doing jungkook?” you step between him and jihun, a few guys you recognize from earlier pull jihun back and jungkook locks eyes with you instead. his eyes soften, but you can tell he is equally as enraged as you are with him. you find the simple notion that he’s upset at all, even more infuriating. you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“y/n, are you serious?” he asks you in disbelief, you widen your eyes as if challenging him and he scoffs, “you’re so fucking stupid.” he grabs you and pulls you away from the party and upstairs, trying to find somewhere private enough and you’re anger is growing by the second and you pull away from him and turn to go back downstairs. “where are you going.” he stops you.

“back to the party! you’ve lost your mind jungkook-”

“i haven’t lost my mind!” he stares at you determined, bending down to your level, “i have finally fucking found it.”

you chuckle, “you found it? what, at a party? several beers in? you’re drunk, jungkook.”

he groans in annoyance, “i am not drunk-”

“your face is red.”

“i have drank i am not drunk.” you shrug and begin to walk away and he grabs onto you again. your eyes bore into his as you dig your nails into his hand.

“leave me alone jungkook.”

you hear him grumble before he appears in front of you, grabbing onto your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. “jeon jungkook!” he finds an empty room and carries you into it before releasing you onto the bed, treating you with a hint of caution like a feral cat.

you truly wish looks could kill, you were at your wits end with jungkook and not only do you think you hate him and can’t wait to be rid of him, he went out of his way to ruin your relationship, effectively cock-block you, and now he’s trapped you in a room alone with him.

“you look like you want to kill me.” jungkook took a step back from you and closer to the door.

“you’ve given me many reasons to want to claw your eyes out, but today is really starting to top the list of reasons why jungkook is an asshole.”

he takes a breath and nods, “i don’t doubt thats an extensive list but y/n,” he chuckles and motions towards the door, “what the fuck are you doing with jihun?!”

you furrow your brows, “i’ve been seeing him for a month now, why are you getting involved? matter of fact, why are you acting like my boyfriend at all? you know it’s not real, right?” he opens his mouth and steps closer but you’re faster to stand up and get in his face, “i’ve not only forgiven you but looked past all the shit you’ve done to me because it served a bigger purpose, something we both could benefit from but this!” you motion around the both of you, “this is just you screwing me over because you can.”

“that’s not-”

“not only did you get between me and a guy, which you have no reason to be upset about, you lied to me, lied to your dad, your entire family actually, you’ve manipulated everyone around you to fit your needs and i am tired of it jungkook!” you blame the alcohol and the drama of it all on why your eyes begin to tear up and he looks at you like you’ve ripped his heart out, and you’re glad. “i’m going back to the party, and jungkook,” he lets you pass him, “consider this our breakup.” you glance at him as you pass and he grimaces.

you’re turning the door handle when he warns you, “he’s just using you.”

it stops you, but only so you can laugh, “and you’re any different?”

you’re fuming when you leave the room. taking the last few steps on the stairs you hear jihun’s voice coming from the other side of the wall and you walk towards it, “i told you, they went upstairs. i can’t just follow them in there.”

when you turn the corner you see the last person you were expecting to see, and the only one who could possibly make this any worse. “minji?”

both heads turn to you in horror, as if you caught them in the act. though you’re sure minji isn’t the type of girl to care. “y/n! a-are you alright?” jihun walks towards you and puts his hands on your shoulders but you shove him away and look at minji.

“i should have figured you were involved.”

she grins and crosses her arms over her chest, “you cheated on your boyfriend all on your own, don’t be mad at me for exposing you to jungkook.” your face turns as you put the pieces together. you face jihun who looks frightened, “were you just using me then?”

he shakes his head, “n-no not entirely, i mean, minji put me up to it but i really do like-”

“stop talking.”

minji crosses in front of you and leers, “i thought you were a smart girl y/n,” she steps towards you, “but this has to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” she walks past you, “thanks for making this easy!”

the thin ice your sanity and patience sat upon had finally broken. you chase minji up the stairs, no doubt making her way to jungkook and knock past her and towards the room you left him in. “what do you think you’re doing? leave the poor boy alone y/n.” she shouts after you, “matter of fact, leave him to me!” you open the door to see jungkook sitting on the bed, facing the door. he’s much more calm than before, and he stares at you almost apologetically. you turn to see minji heading towards the door and give her the finger before locking it.

you stand staring at the door, thoughts racing as you struggle with the information overload. jungkook was your #1 enemy hardly a minute ago, and now you’ve willingly locked yourself in a room with him.

“y/n.” he calls out to you. you don’t face him and merely hum. you hear him rise off the bed and listen to his footsteps come closer. you turn to face him and as if he read your mind, you say it at the same time with urgency.

“i’m sorry.”

he scowls, “what do you have to be sorry for?”

you shake your head, “you tried to warn me, i-i should’ve listened to you but instead i ran away from you and said terrible things-”

“i deserved it entirely.”

you chuckle, “not really, but still,” you look him in the eyes with the most sincerity you can offer, “i shouldn’t have been so angry and stubborn.”

he shakes his head and grabs your hand, “i’ve given you every reason to hate me and to not trust me, i keep fucking this up y/n.”

“no, i’ve effectively screwed up the plan. minji thinks i cheated on you, she’ll blab as soon as she gets the chance and your family will hate me.”

he furrows his brows, “i’m not talking about the plan y/n, i don’t care about that or what minji says.”

you’re taken aback by his selfishness, “you may have gotten what you wanted but i didn’t! your family could blacklist me for life jungkook-”

he grabs you by the shoulders, “can you please focus on what i’m saying y/n.”

“you’re not getting it jungkook i-i am totally fucked-” you continue to babble on about how horrible this situation is and how ignorant and mean he is for not caring about it, until he’s simply had enough of your ranting and kisses you.

it’s short, and not great, but effective in his goal. he pulls away and looks at you with widened eyes, “you’re not hearing me y/n.”

you stare off past him, “no i think i heard that loud and clear.”

“i didn’t know jihun and minji were together.” your face contorts in confusion, “i-i mean, not for certain.” he stands up straight and removes his hands from your body, “i saw them together before i knew you were here, and then i saw him kissing you a-and i couldn’t stop myself, i felt disgusted.”

“you felt disgusted, watching me kiss someone?”

he sighs, “please stop playing stupid.”

you shake your head, “no, if you have something to tell me then say it.” he stands in the room and doesn’t utter another word. you scoff, “yeah, i figured.”

you stand in silence for a moment more. you don’t want to stay, but leaving causes just as many issues. you decide you’ve had enough embarrassment for a night and decide to leave when he begs you to stay. you simply look up at him, waiting for him to say something more, and what he says leaves you reeling, “do you hate me?”

this question takes you through a range of emotions: confusion, annoyance, resentment, then overwhelm. why would he ask me such a stupid question? have i not told him countless times how much i dislike him and everything he does? “have i not made it abundantly clear that you annoy the piss out of me?”

“i didn’t ask if i annoyed you, i asked if you hated me.”

he’s found a way around your walls and you were finally beginning to notice. “what’s the difference?”

“if you hated me the way you say you do, then it's hopeless. but I don't think you hate me at all.”

you scoff, “i should.”

he nods quickly, “yes, you should.”

you stare down at your feet, letting the words fall so hesitantly from your lips, “but i don’t.”

he grins, “see?” jungkook places his hands on your shoulder once again in an attempt to grab your attention, “i think you feel the same way i do.”

he’s effective in grabbing your attention, but you look at him in horror, “i think you’re insane.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

he says it with such confidence and tenacity you think it would have physically sent you stumbling backwards had it not been for his grip on you, like if he didn’t hold on, you would simply disappear. “y/n.”

your mind races and you stare at the floor beneath you. did he really just say that?

“what?” is all you can muster to say, and it barely makes its way past your lips.

“i don’t want to be your fake boyfriend anymore.” he bends to be at your level until you look him in the eyes. “please don’t make me keep going.”

his cheeks are flushed and you can tell he means it. “you, want this to be serious?” he nods determinedly, “how do i know you’re not playing some mean trick?”

he looks disoriented and offended by your question, but his tone is understanding, “what do i possibly have to gain from telling you that?” isn’t what he wanted to say. he knows you well enough to know that’s what you needed to hear, though. he wanted to list every reason he’s infatuated with you, every moment in the past he held his tongue, every thought and kind word that would have been inappropriate to tell you before this moment.

“i’m not sure.”

he softly chuckles, “i have nothing to gain, you said it yourself.” you feel him gently grabbing your fingers, “actually, i have everything to gain, but not in the way you’re asking.”

you shake your head, “you can’t be with me, i-its too complicated.”

“nothing about this needs to be-”

“you really would be better off with someone like minji, a-and you’d be the idiot that stayed with a nobody who cheated on him, and your father-”

“y/n.” you stare at him when he calls your name, eyes still wide with shock, but he matches your gaze with amusement and a certain softness. “i don’t care about any of that right now.” you don’t comprehend what he’s telling you, how can he not? he can’t afford to gamble with his future right now, not when he was just handed everything he’s ever wanted. “d-do you feel the same? about me?” you’re baffled, seriously? your feelings being reciprocated are his utmost concern right now? “y-you don’t have to confess anything, just that you want to try again, with me. but seriously, this time.”

your body relaxes, “like, actual dates?”

he chuckles, “absolutely.” he straightens himself, still holding onto your fingertips, “the whole romance thing, i want it with you.”

you disagree, “you don’t know anything about romance. you’ve never so much as talked about a future with a lover in the picture.”

“because i’ve never been in love before.” he says so nonchalantly.

you breath, “and you think you’re in love now?”

he bites his bottom lip before giving a mischievous grin, “maybe.” he sits on the bed and pulls me with him, scooching over so we’re shoulder to shoulder. “have you been in love before?”

you reflect for a moment before grinning wittily, “maybe.”

he laughs, not replying immediately. instead he covers your hand resting on your thighs, “let's try together then.”

you stare at him, you think in this moment, for the first time, you’re really seeing him. you’re not met with a mask, a joke, or your deceitful hatred (that was never really hatred, you realize). you’re staring into his big brown eyes, and he’s letting you. he’s listening to you, hanging onto every last word. he’s being vulnerable for you. “but what about-”

he shakes his head, stopping you as soon as you start, like he could see right through you. “don’t think about all the reasons for or against us right now. answer with what you feel.” a hard ask, considering you’ve spent your entire life conditioning yourself to be this way. “tell me you want me too, y/n.” you feel the warmth of his words on your skin. you can’t stand the idea of pulling away from him right now, so you tug him closer, grabbing him by the collar until you feel his lips on yours again.

your mind eases immediately, like far away rain in a warm house. he is warm, easy, yearnful. like you could have this all the time, and it still wouldn’t be enough. you wonder how long you’ve known this, how long it's taken you to notice, or if you realize it now, with your lips on his and he’s being oh so gentle, that you think you’re in love with him too.

he took you home with him that night. his reason being that you had a lot to talk about in the morning, but his real reason was simply that he wanted you beside him.

you woke up to the sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen and the sheets beside you cold. annoyed was your first emotion, and your pout as you saunter out of his bedroom says it all. you pull a chair out for yourself and balance your head on your hands as you watch him.

he grins as he watches you, “good morning, cranky.” he watches amusingly as your pout furthers. “not a morning person?”

your brows are furrowed, “not when i wake up alone, no.”

he hums and fights the largest grin he thinks he’s ever mustered, “ah, my sincerest apologies.” he’s making a plate before serving it to you, “are pancakes enough for you to forgive me?”

you huff, cutting a piece and biting it off your fork, “no.”

“no?”

you shake your head, “nope.”

he leans against the table with a smirk, “what will make it enough?”

you stare at him, further annoyed by how ovary-aching he looks even in the morning. his hair is still messy, with loosely fitting grey sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.

“coming back to bed with me after you eat might do it.”

he saunters over to you and tucks a stray behind your ear, “that was already a part of the plan.” you think he’ll try to kiss your syrup tainted lips, but he goes back over to the stove to make

himself a plate before sitting and eating with you. it’s sickeningly domestic, the two of you like this. so sweet you think you’ll have to bump up your dentist appointment.

but you don’t hate it. you’ll learn you hate a lot less than you love while you’re with jungkook. he’s not a perfect boyfriend, and you’re not a perfect girlfriend. it’s hard, explaining it to your friends, coming up with stories for his family, and running collateral with minji.

you thought it would be harder to be with jungkook. you found it hard to trust in him after meeting the man he was before. a pleasant surprise to you, that loving jungkook was so incredibly easy.

“i’m guessing you won’t want that transfer after all.” he whispers, having surprised you yet again by showing up to your work (though this time, much more sneakily and nonchalant).

you look at him confused, making three cups of coffee to take to his father’s office. one was for him, which he cheekily asked you to do since ‘you’re already going down there’ before proceeding to follow you like a puppy all the way there anyway. “transferring?” you laugh, “when did i say anything about that?”

he grins, resting his chin on your shoulder and his hands draped lazily around your waist as you both wait, listening to the machine buzz. “when we were fake dating, you said you’d have me recommend or transfer you.”

you hum, wrapping your arms around his, “definitely not.” you turn in his embrace, “you need someone here to keep you on your toes.”

he shakes his head, “you do the opposite.” you furrow your brows and he laughs, pressing your heads together, “feel like i'm floating sometimes. like it's not even real.”

you hum, running a finger along his jawline, “this is one hell of a dream, if it's not real.”

he nods, “call me sleeping beauty, and don't wake me up.”

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a happy ending :) gosh i loved writing this. new jjk mini series coming soon 😎 wishing u all a phenomena january - ara <3

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in-fidelity - jjk

"you wouldn't mind me checking what you're hiding under there, right chicky?"

» genre: fluff, angst, established relationship <3

» description: you do your best to hide his gifts but he's suspicious, to say the least.

» wc: 1.5k

in-fidelity - jjk

valentine's day, anniversaries, holidays, date nights, all of which you feel the compulsion. the compulsion to express your love through physical things because words just aren't enough, and you can only hold him for so long.

“i know you love me, you don't have to keep getting me things.” he'd told you barely two months into your relationship. and you thought you were keeping it contained. “i was just learning how to make bracelets for fun and only had these colors, so now we have matching ones!”

you leaned over him and rubbed your arm against his, showing the matching purple and blue bracelets you'd made earlier that day. “it's not like i spent money on it, i made it.” you tried to come off optimistic but it sounded more like a pout.

jungkook was kind enough to place several kisses, thanking you, and leaving the topic to be. over the next few months he’d come to terms with your love language, and eventually admit to enjoying it. “i get what girls are talking about, it's nice to be spoiled.”

but after so many months together and so many gifts, you begin to feel a little burnt out. so here you are now, using your last feeble attempt at finding something that's just “jungkook” before your anniversary tomorrow.

“so you still don't know what exactly we’re looking for?”

you shook your head, scanning the shops and boutiques at the mall, “nope, i'll know when i see it.”

eumi sighed, “you know i love shopping but you gotta give me more than that. clothes? jewelry? decorations? music?”

you shrugged, “maybe. i already ordered some clothes he’d been eyeing.”

eumi let out an exaggerated “ugh” noise and followed you mindlessly into store after store, finally stopping you by exhaustedly tugging on your sleeve to whine about how hungry she is. you sigh, growing worried by the minute that you'll walk out of here empty handed. “fine, the pretzel shop is that way.”

“yes! thank god!” she speeds towards the food mall but before your senses are engulfed in the smells of meats and sweets it picks up an aroma that stopped you in your tracks.

eumi whines and pulls on your arm, “god y/n please, not another store.”

“do you smell that?”

eumi stops, her eyes pleading, “i can't smell anything over my stomach rumbling.”

you roll your eyes and attempt to track down the scent. there weren't any candle or perfume stores around you, certainly not this close to a food court. you take a few steps backwards and notice the same man you passed only moments ago. he was dressed business casual, and the aroma was certainly coming from him.

“excuse me, sir.” he raised his head from his phone. “sorry to interrupt, but may i ask what cologne you're wearing?”

he raises his wrist to smell, “you mean this?” and extends it to you.

“yes! that's the smell, do you know what it's called?”

he nods, “yeah, it was a tester of some new perfume at the men's department upstairs, something like oak and lavender.”

“perfect, thank you!” you run back to eumi who watches you with bewilderment, “i've got it!”

“yeah yeah let's go.”

if there was one niche thing you and jungkook bonded over, it was your love of specific scents. he was sensitive to the perfumes and lotions you wore, and made sure you knew which he liked and which he wished he could throw out, because they were just “that bad”.

there is one, however, that has him chasing after you after every shower: lavender.

“gosh this really is a good one, it definitely smells like a man but like, softly.” eumi pronounces, taking the small bottle out of its bag and examining it. “i don't see why they make perfume so confusing nowadays, how do you spray this thing?”

“eumi stop it, give it here.” you reach out for the vase and are immediately hit with the spritz, sending you into a temporary coughing frenzy.

“oh god y/n, so sorry!”

you swat at the air around you, trying to stop the coughing as eumi holds back her laughs. “whatever, give it here and shoo.” you laugh it off with her, bidding her goodbye and running back to your bedroom to hide his gifts. he said he’d be at your place at 5:30, and it's 5:33, so you're in a bit of a panic as you quickly change your clothes and shove his new clothes as well as the perfume you'd bought underneath your bed quickly as he walks in.

“y/n?”

“here! coming!” you run down your stairs and watch the smile grow on his face as he opens his arms, no words needed, like that was where you were simply meant to be. and he holds you like that, rocking you softly before stopping, digging his face into your neck and pulling away with furrowed brows.

you watch him carefully but he says nothing, “you alright?”

he looks passed you and nods, “yeah, fine.” you watch him scrunch his nose and make a sour face, almost like he was upset, which is quite the contrast from the jungkook that came through your door several seconds ago.

he steps back from you and heads towards your bedroom, “wait, koo.” you smile, tugging on his hand, “i wanted to watch a movie in here.”

he frowns, “let's watch it in your room.”

you pout, “but the new tv is in here-”

“i'll be in your room.”

you sigh, calling out his name as you follow him. “jungkook? you're being weird. do you want to do something else? do you wanna talk about it?”

he ignores your inquiries and pushes past your door, scanning your room as if he hadn't found it a second home, like you'd rearranged without asking him first.

you scan the room too, eyes immediately flying to your haphazard shoving of his clothes under your bed and you slyly move to that side to stand in front of it, “we can watch a movie in here i guess, if it really means that much to you.”

his eyes stare at you suspiciously. “why are you standing there.”

“why am i standing… by my bed?”

he scoffs, making his way towards you, “yeah, you're the one acting weird. what did you just try to kick under your bed?”

you feel your face heat up and you're sure he can read the fleeting panic in your eyes. you're a terrible liar, especially to him, you're doomed.

“what are you on about? there's nothing under my bed besides some dirty clothes i forgot to pick up before you got here.”

he shakes his head and laughs, pushing past you, “yeah, okay. mind if i look?”

you scoff, “what, you don't trust me?” he stands back up, looking at you differently. “i'm not like that jungkook,” you cross your arms, “i don't know what you're thinking, but its probably not true.”

he chuckles, “probably? not true?” he takes a step closer, “so you wouldn't mind me checking what you're hiding there chicky?”

chicky. he calls you. out of habit or as a way to say im not mad, you're not sure. it's a favorite nickname of his, naming you chicky/chicken because of how much you love chicken and how often you have it. he also claims you remind him of a chicken, but you begged him not to explain that part.

“why are you acting like this?”

“it's gonna sound stupid.”

“try me.”

he ticks his head, “you smell like another guy.”

your eyes widen, no shit, still? you hold your clothes up to your face but you don't smell any remnants of the perfume. “i don't smell anything jungkook.”

he laughs, “of course you don't.” he shakes his head, “it's whatever, i told you it was stupid.”

he falls onto your bed dramatically, you can tell he's still bothered and leering. you sigh, chasing after him and snuggling up to him, “god, you're like a bloodhound or something.”

“a bloodhound?”

“yeah, whatever dog has an insanely good nose.”

“what do you mean?” he says more like a statement than a question.

you look at him apologetically, “i can’t just gaslight you,” you pout, “you ruined your own surprise.” you slip out of his embrace and grab the bottle out from underneath your bed and hand it to him, “it's this.”

he takes it to his nose and nods, “that's is it! is this for me?” he grins.

“yes, it was supposed to be an anniversary gift, but y'know.”

“ah.” he throws his head back in a long, exaggerated sigh of relief, “do you know how scared i was?”

you smile, “it's not my fault, eumi sprayed it on me! i changed clothes and everything and you still smelled it.”

he shrugs, “it's my top notch instincts, i can smell other men from a mile away.” he tips his head back, theatrically sniffing the air.

“yeah ok, fido.” you reach out and pet his hair and he smiles at you, not looking away as his eyes melt into yours.

“happy early anniversary, koo.”

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hello hi it's been a while, but i've got things on the way!! new jjk dilf fic(s) in the works ;) so look forward to that! as always, wishing you all a gorgeous day <3 - ara

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Red or Black? - jjk

"i'm gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually."

» description: jungkook has made it his mission to annoy you as much as he possibly can, in hopes you'd shut him up just the way he wants you to. established relationship, kinda crack, fluff, smut !!!

» wc: 3.4k

Red or Black - jjk

jungkook was a color guy, which you knew early on. he was picky, but he’d never admit it. he likes what he likes, and he knows what he likes.

“i told you the black looked better.”

“wrong, red does.” you corrected. he tsks from the bed, watching you get ready with the red dress on instead of the black.

“single girls wear red, you're not single.”

“no one's reserved a color for a relationship status jungkook.” you eyed him and he grinned, he totally made that up. he’d say anything just to get a rise out of you. he’d been feisty all day and as time draws on it just got worse. “you're being cheeky today.”

he falls onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, having been dressed to match your black dress for half an hour. it wasn't your fault he did that, you didn't ask him to. it was the inner workings of his brain. somewhere in that sickly possessive brain of his he thought, surely no one else would look at you if it was obvious you were together, you’d be matching! everyone would have to know, you were his.

“you have a red button up too, koo.” you grinned while finishing your makeup. it was your subtle way of telling him you not only knew what he was doing, but that it wasn't the end of the world, because other colors do exist, even in his wardrobe.

“i don't look as good in red.” you gave him the really? look, and he sat up on the bed. “whatever. wear your stupid red dress, i didn't wanna take it off of you anyway.”

you grab your purse for the night and shake your head, “are you gonna change or not? because i'm ready to go.”

he shakes his head petulantly, “nope, i've been ready.”

you laughed, “alright then casanova, lead the way.”

as you assumed, jungkook continued his wronged lover act. it was a lighthearted running joke between the two of you, it wasn't like your friends noticed. they were too busy celebrating your friend's 23rd birthday to know or care about anything besides the free food and open bar.

jungkook spent his time at the tables with the other guys/boyfriends. the girls called this “patrolling” or “guard-dogging” since it gave you and your friends all the room to safely enjoy yourselves.

you knew for a fact that his eyes never left your body, even getting up a few times to “get another drink” or “check the game” when his drink was half full and he could not care less about baseball.

you were about two and a half drinks in the third time he did this, moving around to get a better view when you left the crowd to come to him. “you stalking me?” he asked you.

you chuckled, “yeah, it's me staring at you and not the other way around.”

“it's okay, i know i look good in black.” he grinned, sipping on his beer, “for the record, you do too.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re still going on about that dress.”

“you looked gorgeous in it.”

“and i don't in this one?” his eyes scanned yours, he knows you put him in a trap.

“actually, i like the red one.”

“you’ve suddenly changed your mind?” he hummed, “why?”

he shook his head, “can't tell you here.”

your brows furrowed, and maybe a little tipsy, you draped your arms around his neck and looked up at him, “you can't tell me?”

he shook his head, “definitely not, if you keep looking at me like that.”

you smiled and pulled him close, “do you want me to let go?”

his grip on your hips tightened, “absolutely not.” you thought this was as good a chance as any, leaning up to close the gap between your lips and his and he pulls you back with a grin, “you don't wanna do that baby.”

you pouted, “i don't wanna kiss my boyfriend?”

he shook his head, “ask me again.”

you furrowed your brows, “i don't wanna kiss-”

“no, not that. ask me why i like the red dress.”

you blinked, “okay, why do you like the red dress koo?”

he leaned in close, letting his nose flutter against yours, “because i can’t wait to take it off of you.”

you threw your head back and sighed, “jungkook.” he chuckled, “you actually are exhausting.”

“what? was that not where this was going?”

you released him and turned back to the party, “baby,” he held onto your wrist, “where are you going?”

“to dance with the birthday girl, that is why we're here.”

he shook his head, “we’ve been here long enough, let's go home.”

“i can’t leave-”

“we've been here almost three hours, and look,” he pointed to the dance floor, more specifically at birthday girl, dancing very suggestively with some guy, “she’s not gonna be here much longer anyway, why should we?”

that was enough convincing to get you into an uber and back home in half an hour. jungkook announced, “okay, i'm tired.”

you blinked twice and laughed, thinking it was a joke, until he b-lined for his bedroom and his dresser.

“are you being difficult on purpose?”

he turned his back to you, “what are you talking about?” he grinned.

you smacked his shoulder, “you are so annoying! what is with you today!”

he faked an ‘owe’ and looked at you, “what's with me? you're the crazy one y/n.”

“now you're just gaslighting me.” he stared, grinning, and shook his head. he turned back to his dresser and unbuttoned his shirt before tossing it into the laundry bin. you had a perfect view of his back muscles and his thin waist. he was totally doing this on purpose.

it was fucking working.

you knew the only way to win was to play into his games. he wanted you fired up, and you’d show him just how fired up you were. he’d see it as winning, but that just meant he’d work harder instead of sulking about caving first.

you pulled him away from his dresser before he could redress himself and pushed him onto the bed, “is this what you were hoping for? wanted me to get mad at you?”

he was surprised, as if he didn't think you’d actually do it, and he smiled while thumbing your cheek, “i would never purposefully rile you up so you'd fuck me like you meant it, that doesn't sound like something i'd do at all.”

you straddled him and leaned in close, “i figured that out this morning. you're not slick.”

he shrugged, “i didn't think i was being subtle, i knew it'd still work.” you felt his hands run up your thighs, one parting at your hips while the other ghosted up your back and to your shoulder, flicking down the strap of your dress, “so you gonna fuck me or what baby?” he grins, leaning in close enough to kiss but not doing it.

“what was all of that about hating this dress so bad you wanted to rip it off of me?”

“well i didn't say it like that-”

“don't you?”

he ticks his head, “i want you to want me to rip your dress off.”

“i do!” his eyes widen and you’ve decidedly had enough of his back and forth. his whole thing was to not initiate, to just keep poking at you until you caved. you grabbed his neck and pushed your lips against his, letting him fall onto his back as you lick at his lips. you try to roll your hips or feel his skin but your dress makes it practically impossible so you part long enough to growl at him, “will you take this fucking dress off now?”

he laughs, “i’ve been dying to since you put it on.” you reconnect your lips and feel his hands unzip your dress from behind you, impatiently lifting your dress up above your hips and over your head. he pulls back to look at you and sighs, “i fucking knew it.”

you furrow your brows and look down at your body where he was staring, “oh shut up.”

he sat up on his elbows, “i knew you were wearing black!”

“you did not know! i changed in the bathroom.”

you pushed him back down and kissed him again but he pushed you away, “i knew you'd have it on underneath. i told you, you look fucking great in black.”

you throw your head back with a sigh, “jungkook.” his eyes ran along your body to your face, “shut up.”

he grinned and pulled you back down, one hand lost in your hair as the other pushed your ass against him repetitively. the silence last for about two minutes before he had to ruin it again, “i don't know if i can take this off of you.”

“i will.”

“it'd be against my morals, you look too perfect.” you found his obsession cute, but he was still testing your patience. you placed kisses along his jaw and on his neck, listening to him hum and groan as you moved your hips, “you’d look good in red too, by the way.”

you buried your face in his chest and sighed, taking a moment before lifting your head to see him smiling, “i’m gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually.”

“i thought you liked words of affirmation? i'm telling you you look sexy in everything.”

“i know. tell me later. take your pants off.”

“you're on top of me, you take my pants off.”

you sigh, sinking to your knees and pulling his pants down, “do you have a gag?”

he shakes his head, “not for men.”

you tsk, discarding his boxers as well, “i'll muzzle you.” you place kisses on his strong thighs before gripping his hard on, letting your tongue make stripes to get him wet before moving your hand. he mumbles and moans and you grin, “i like that sound much better.”

his muscles contract with his head thrown back, “yeah and i like the sound of my cock in your throat.”

you grin, kissing his tip and teasing it into your mouth, “we can both get what we want then.”

he looks down at you and has to close his eyes, “jesus, you should've been a lawyer.”

you roll your eyes, "i am a lawyer," and make him watch you take his length to the back of your throat and out with a pop, and again, and again, and he doesn't speak a single coherent word.

your hands split between stroking what you can't fit and massaging his balls, certain he’ll finish in seconds with the combination. with the way his thighs and abs flex and his consistent moaning, you're sure it's coming. you reach out to touch him like a work of art, you couldn't help it and you know he appreciates it anyway. “i-i’m gonna-”

you hum against him and it only makes it harder for him, digging his fingers in his thighs to distract him but they make no difference, finishing in your mouth with a satisfying groan.

“god, didn't know you planned on milking me dry.”

you chuckled and joined him on the bed, “it got you to shut up, didn't it?”

“yeah i’ll say,” he sits up to kiss your shoulder and neck, “was hoping you'd just shove your panties in my mouth, but that was a better idea.”

you sighed and rolled your eyes, he is just non-stop. “maybe because i was hoping you'd use that mouth for something besides annoying the piss out of me.” you pushed him back against the bed and he looked at you with raised eyebrows, “you're actually gonna sit on me?”

“don't trust you to do more pussy eating than talking if i let you do it on your own, can i?”

he just smiled and pulled you up onto him, more than eager to please and let you use him. jungkook was always determined in bed, getting as much pleasure from giving as he did receiving, so this wasn't the first time you've done this with him. in fact, it's high on his list of favorite positions, even after arguing with him that it doesn't count, he persists.

he flattens his tongue underneath you and grabs at your ass, pushing you forward. you don’t bother hesitating, having been pent up and simmering practically all day long you were craving something, anything. you think at some point you could hear your own pulse as you dragged your clit on his tongue and nose. he couldn't help but give you a little more with his tongue when you’d lift your hips for him, growing eager to hear more of your pretty helpless moans as you get off using him.

you grip onto his hair and feel yourself grow hotter and you know he’s growing impatient beneath you. to no surprise he lifts you off of him and turns you on your back, “sorry baby, i know you were having fun.”

you shook your head and moaned, “please.”

he grinned, already knowing what you needed. he barely wasted a second before attaching his tongue to your clit again and dragging his fingers up and down your slit, “you’re so wet baby, guess it worked.”

you glanced down at him between your legs with a smirk on his face. he watched your brows furrow and get ready to give him some smart ass retort and timed it perfectly to sink two fingers into you and curl them upwards, dragging them back out. “you’re- oh fuck.” you gripped the sheets and felt your stomach tighten and he continued that pattern, working his long fingers in and out of you and licking up whatever spilled out, moaning at the sight of you so turned on by him.

“god baby, you're gorgeous.” he tongued at your clit, “most perfect girl ever.” you felt him adjust the angle, hitting deeper and moving them faster as he applied more pressure onto your clit and you cried out profanities, “gonna come for me baby?” he grinned, watching your hips lift and feeling you squeeze his fingers involuntary as your high came crashing down with a melody of moans, which was truly music to his ears.

you practically had to pry him off of you, “koo, please, christ.”

he looked up at you with a slick face and a sick grin, “done?” he laughed, wiping at his face and coming up to you. “i wish i could live between your thighs.” you stared at him, hardly comprehending anything he was saying, “or listen to you moaning and calling my name and pulling my hair for the rest of my life.”

“you're almost describing marriage.”

“i'm describing much more than marriage.” he reached out and pushed your hair away from your face, running his thumb against your cheek, “but you already know i wanna marry you.”

you chuckle and jokingly push him away to hide your blush, “don't start again.”

“just making sure you don't forget.” he held back a smile and admired you, everything about you was praiseworthy to him, and he wanted to be certain you knew, all the time.

“jungkook,” you called out, he hummed, “kiss me, please.”

your stomach warmed and fluttered when he pressed his lips against yours warmly. three years and you still felt that way every time, even with just a glance from him. you knew the feeling was mutual too, because his rosy cheeks could never hide how he felt about you and his ears would go red if you simply told him he looked good today.

you kissed him harder and he licked at your lips. you felt his hands run up your thighs and pull you closer, skin to skin.

still, it wasn't enough. you craved more. you straddled his waist and hovered above him, hearing him cuss and dig his hands into your thighs just at the thought of feeling you on top of him. “can i?” you reached between you and felt him, hard and leaking pre-cum, you figured he’d be dying about now.

“god, please.”

you smiled and kissed him before turning back to grab a condom out of the bedside drawer, taking it out of its package and rolling it on, “good?” he nodded, directing his length onto your heat, feeling just his head poking was enough for you to clench around nothing and mewl, “fuck.”

he chuckled, “need help?”

you shook your head and began to sink down onto him, letting his hard cock stretch you good and moaning at the way he drags against your walls. he threw his head back with a deep groan and grabbed at your ass.

you spent a moment to steady yourself, using his broad shoulders as your grounding to start bouncing, feeling him drag in and out of you and watching his face contort.

he used one hand to run up your back and unclip your bra easily, watching you intently as you let it fall between you, and he throws it elsewhere on the bed. “god, you'll kill me.”

you don’t hold back your whines or refrain from dragging your nails across his skin, “fuck jungkook, you feel so good.”

“yeah?”

you hummed, which didn't exactly sound like a hum, “you’re so big, feel you so well.”

he rewards you with a groan, “god, can we switch please.”

“am i not doing good?” you pouted.

he shook his head quickly, “you're doing too good, i'm gonna come way too quick.” you grinned and nodded, letting him flip you over. you gladly wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer, he chuckles, “you're dangerous.” you pull him down by his neck and press your lips together and you feel him hard against your heat, allowing him to pull away to line himself up and push into you, attempting to continue to kiss you as he thrusts harder, but your need for air and whining make it difficult. He grins and straightens himself, pushing your legs back against your stomach and putting pressure on your lower stomach as he thumbs at your clit, “shit, jungkook,” you shook your head, immediately overwhelmed knowing the combination would work too well and your clit was still sensitive to the touch, “c-can’t.”

he didn’t relent, groaning as his pace quickened with his eyes glued to the spot where you connected, “yes you can baby, you can take it.” you shook your head again and mewled, “you can come for me baby.”

“fuck, yes.” you whined, eyes screwed shut as you drowned in the scene of it all, hearing him groan combined with the sound of him pounding in and out of you, and the angle he fucked into you had you feeling every inch of him. you were damned from the start, feeling the pool in your stomach flood over you and you came hard, hearing him hiss and moan, having to take a second to drink you in and watch you convulse before allowing himself to let go, filling the condom and leaning over you, before entirely crashing beside you.

you chuckled and cradled his head as he nosed your neck, neither of you able to speak just yet. you twisted and curled his dark hair between your fingers, drinking in the scent of his shampoo and the smell of sex. “don’t fall asleep on me, please.” you told him. he hummed and threw an arm over you, “koo, seriously, i’m not helping you if you fall asleep.”

he groaned, “mean. i’d help you.”

“i’m easier to manhandle than you are.”

he lifted his head and smiled at you, “yeah, you are.” he let his head rest against the bed and sat up straight, discarding his protection and turning back to you, extending you a hand, “bath, m’lady?”

you eagerly grabbed his hand and let him lead you into the restroom, getting the bath ready while you chose a bath bomb. “I’m gonna grab us clothes,” he walks past you and kisses your head. coming back a minute later with a pile of clothes, watching him separate yours and his on the counter, turning back to face you with a satisfied smile.

“all black, really?”

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Rum Raisin - jjk

» genre: fluff, a bit of angst, and smut :)

» wc: 3.6k

» description: established relationship! sickeningly sweet, mentions of cheating (dw it's not real </3), good ol' praise kink :P

Rum Raisin

you were sleeping soundly on a saturday afternoon, basking in your day off when jungkook came into the room, jumped onto the bed beside you and proceeded to pull you into him, purposefully stirring you from sleep and sprinkling you with kisses and squeezes in an effort to curb your impending whining.

you let out a sound of discontent as he pulls you out of the warmth of your side of the bed. it barely lasts a second though, until you're begging him to stop kissing you for just a moment, “you're gonna leave marks, koo.” you warn him.

you can feel him shake his head, “i won't. but i don't really care, either.” he laughs mischievously and kisses you harder just to get a rise from you and it works, causing you to giggle and squirm in his embrace in an attempt to doge him but you know you hold no chance of getting away from him unless he wants you to (and he obviously does not).

“you're in a good mood. missed me that much?” you tease, trying to get him to move on from the campaign against work-(in)appropriate hickeys.

he hums affirmatively, finally resting his face against your head as he pulls your back tight against his chest. “mom was upset i couldn't bring you. she talked my ear off about how great you are and how i need to work hard for a girl like you.”

you nod, “good good, smart woman.”

he chuckled and squeezed your sides as a tease, “i skipped out on dinner because i wanted to eat with you.”

you grinned and turned in his arms to face him. just as you'd predicted, he has that glint in his eyes. you always notice it when he’s in a particularly good mood, and especially when he’s alone with you. you think he’s just special to have it written in his face like that, he is totally in love with you. and you wonder if other people can see it too.

you take his face and press your nose against his as he anticipates and a kiss, “do you wanna make something together or eat out?”

his eyes flicker open and he takes one of your hands from your face and holds it instead, “i was thinking of grabbing takeout from that chinese place since it's beside the store and we’re chronically out of milk and eggs.” you groaned, you hated that store. “it's okay whiney, i'll just run in and get it.”

“no you've driven all day, let me drive.” you pout.

he shakes his head insistently, “my tank is full and you're barely awake, i'll drive.”

you let the pout sit and argue no further. he grins and kisses you until you don't even remember you were pouting in the first place and can't think of anything besides him.

you let your hand tug gently at his curls. he's letting his hair grow long nowadays, feeling comfortable and bold enough to try something new with your constant encouragement. you can't deny it may be for selfish reasons. he looks disgustingly attractive with short hair and an undercut, but there's just something about running your hand through his wavy locks and being able to gently pull at his hair that works a certain magic on you. that, and you found (much to your annoyance) that he simply looks good with any hairstyle. you suppose some people are just that lucky and god must've treated him like a treasured sculpture.

eventually his sweet lips pull away from yours and he’s patting your butt with a grin, “get dressed, baby.”

you reluctantly pull yourself out of bed and to your dresser, finding the nearest pair of jeans and replacing only your pj bottoms before grabbing a pair of socks. jungkook watches you inquisitively from the door, “no top?”

you laugh, you certainly had a top on but you didn't feel like putting in the effort of not only changing that but also finding a bra, especially when you weren't leaving the car. so you shook your head, “no need.”

he stares at you dangerously, leaning against the doorframe as he pulls the lip ring in the corner of his mouth with his teeth. he shrugs, still staring profanely at your chest and the way your low-cut long sleeve shapes it.

you walk to him and place a hand underneath his chin and lift his head, “i do have eyes you know, and they're not down there.”

he follows you out and towards the door before cutting in front of you and backing you against the nearest wall, “oh i know, it's just a girl like you deserves to have every part of her admired,” he leans against the wall with one arm pressed against it and the other running from your jaw to your hip, “and not just her pretty eyes.”

you have a fleeting moment of sanity when your stomach rumbles and you think had it not been for your own survival instincts, a different set of instincts would've taken over entirely and dinner would have been long forgotten.

you press onto your toes to kiss his cheek, knowing full well where kissing him anywhere else would lead to, and tell him despite how hot that show was, that you both needed to eat.

he laughed and pulled out his phone, taking your order and calling it in as you grab your things and put your shoes on.

jungkook made quick work of running in to grab your food, tucking it securely in the backseat before driving to the store.

he squeezed your thigh from the drivers seat, and you refrained from telling him to stay focused on driving because the way his fingers grip your leg with just the right amount of pressure has your face flushing. you blame it on missing him, or maybe the little show he put on before you left, but the smirk on his face tells you he’s doing everything purposefully.

“i'll be quick.” he tells you after parking the car, leaning over for a quick peck before running into the store.

as the sun sets, the car visor becomes increasingly ineffective and leaves you reaching into the glovebox for the pair of sunglasses you put in there last summer.

you find the case perfectly intact, but you also find something else.

you're not terrifically well-versed in the world of makeup but you've been trying to learn. one thing you've avidly avoided was lipstick. it never seemed to suit you and you didn't enjoy the way it dried your lips or the way past boyfriends used it as an excuse not to kiss you goodnight. you warmed at the thought that jungkook would never be that guy, and in fact kissed you so much the day you bought your first gloss that you'd think he was trying to make you use it all.

but that warm feeling fades at the realization that your boyfriend, who had just spent two days at his ‘parents house’ (which he's never done before in all three years, save for holidays, and certainly never without you) had someone else's lipstick in his car.

you knew of the rule, or at least, saw it on social media. a tale as old as time and a sure-fire way to let the poor ‘other woman’ know that someone else had been there, with their man: leave something in the car. hair ties, nails, jewelry, and even, makeup.

you sincerely don't think jungkook’s that guy. he's not once expressed discontent within your relationship. you've spent the last three years within that honeymoon phase and even your friends joke you couldn't possibly be more up each other's butts than you already are.

but you're rational. achingly so. of course you're not going to sit here and think he would do something like that, why would you? you know if you were anyone else you'd tell them to face the music, the obvious was right in front of them. you ran through every scenario, maybe it was a gift? but the packaging was gone, it'd been opened. jungkook has never bought you makeup before either, you figure he'd be all but terrified of the implications of doing so.

you try your best to run through every possibility of how this would have gotten in here, maybe he found it on the ground? picked it up to throw it away? some random girl just handed it to him! but why take it? nothing made rational sense and you were growing increasingly upset with your lack of excuse.

you hear the backseat door swing open as he places the groceries securely on the floor before getting into the drivers seat. he secures his seatbelt before looking over at you, and his face drops immediately. “are you alright?”

your brows are furrowed and you're struck silent. you can do nothing but hand it to him. you hold the lipstick up to him and can't look him in the eyes, entirely horrified by what you might read on his face.

he takes the small tube from your hands and pauses, “what is it, lipstick?”

“i don't know, you tell me.” the car goes silent and you bid yourself to look over at him and immensely regret it.

at first he was confused, but once he saw the way you looked at him, he was gutted. “oh, no, no, y/n, it's okay! it's okay! look!” he showed me the bottom of the tube, “it's rum raisin! it's my mom favorite, she gave it to me because she bought one for you. she wanted you to match and she thought it'd look good on you.”

you debated the plausibility of his story, he sounded confident. that would be a difficult thing to make up on the fly in the detail he described it, and that is 100% something his mother would do. she is infatuated with you, and treats you like her own daughter. she's bought you clothes before, and matching colors at that. and she did always wear a brown lipstick.

you took the tube from his hands an opened it, sure enough it was the same shade and unused, it'd just lost its sticker.

you stared at him hard, “and you swear on your life that that's the truth?”

he nodded so aggressively he could've given himself whiplash, “absolutely, i'll call her right now.” you shook your head and stared down at your hands, letting it roll around in your palm. a wave of ease rushed over you.

he pulls his phone out anyway and sends a quick text before setting it back down and reaching across the car to grab your hands, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and making you look at him, “i would never do that to you, y/n.” you'd never seen him so serious in his entire life. you've only seen this level of determination and conviction one other time, which was when he asked you out. he wasn't lying then, and you can read him like a book, he wasn't lying now.

“i know.” you grin. “it just scared the piss out of me. why'd you put it in the glovebox?”

he grins, “i didn't know if they could like, melt in your pocket, and it bothered me rolling around in the seat. i forgot i put it in there.”

you nodded, very familiar with his weird tendencies. “i believe you.”

he gave you the same, earnest look, “are we good?”

you gave him a quick nod before kissing him several times over, this was the man you've loved for three years, no doubt about it.

you finally pulled away once it dawned on you where you were, “sorry, we’re still in public.”

“i don't care.” he pulled you back in by the back of your neck and kissed you harder. the warmth of his kiss was intensified by the coolness of that damn lip ring. you sincerely think this new hobby of his will be the death of you.

despite everything being all too wrong for you to keep going, neither one of you have the willpower to pull away. he grips you so tight you’re surprised you're not already in his lap and you lick at his lips like you couldn't get enough of him. he always give you more, though. he never denies you.

the only thing strong enough to pull you away was the ringing of his phone, and you both knew who was calling.

he reluctantly pulls away after fighting you over just ignoring her call. he answers it with a sigh, “hi mom.”

you can barely hear her over the phone until he puts it on speaker, “hi y/n! i got you that lipstick, it's the same color i used and you told me it looked good on me so it must look good on you too!”

you chuckled at her logic, “thank you mrs. jeon.”

jungkook made quick work of wrapping it up and saying goodbye to her, setting his phone down again and looking towards you with a grin, “just so you have no doubts, ever.”

you nod and smile sweetly to him, “thank you.”

you watch a smile form and he leans back in to kiss you and you put your hand against his chest to stop him, “uh uh.” you tsk.

he looks at you through hooded eyes, “what?”

“let's get us home first, then you can kiss me all you want.”

he smirks, “you shouldn't tell me that.”

the moment the grocery and takeout bags leave your hands he’s pressing you against the counter, effectively trapped between his arms as the other pulls you in by your waist. his kiss is intoxicating and you feel your rationality slipping the longer he acts like this. “we have food, koo.”

he chuckles, “i don't care.”

he reunites your lips and moves his hand down towards your ass, grabbing it hard and biting your lip gently. you begin to plead with him, “it'll be cold koo, you said you were starving.”

he shakes his head, “i wasn't talking about food.” oh.

he dips suddenly and you feel your feet lift off the ground as he sits you on the counter with a smirk, parting your legs and fitting so snugly between them like it was a second home. “normally i'd indulge you,” he speaks right below your ear, placing a kiss there, “be a real gentleman, stop myself.” he places another kiss along your throat, letting his large hand hold it taught as the other runs up your thigh, “but you don't really want me to stop, do you?”

you shook your head breathlessly, “no.”

you feel him grin, “do you mean it?”

you nodded eagerly, “yes, koo.” placing your hand above his that rests atop your thigh, and moving it towards your center.

you hear him chuckle and hum in your ear, “my good girl, showing me what she wants.” he unbuttons your jeans with ease and slides his hand into cup your heat, purposefully avoiding your lips so he can listen to your sweet noises as he circles your clit.

you don't hold back, because he deserves it. you let every hum and whine slip past your mouth until he can't stand to be apart from them, easily slipping his tongue in to drown out your voice. you kiss him back with vigor, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer and you feel him grin at your eagerness. you tug on the bottom of his shirt and he pulls back, “what do you want?”

“take your shirt off, please.”

he laughs as he grabs it from the bottom and pulls it over his head with ease. you easily gawk at him and his figure, a sight you'll never be tired of. “lean back.” he tells you, digging his thumbs in the waistband of your jeans, “lift your hips.” he instructs until your jeans join the growing pile on the floor. “so pretty.” he coos, tracing his lips in bruising kisses along your neck as his hand slips beneath your underwear, groaning in pride at the wetness between your legs. easily lending a finger inside your hole, gently curling it at its deepest points. jungkook was a fast learner in most subjects, but the quickest of them all was your body. "tell me what you want baby."

your grip on his shoulders was tight, like you'd fall from grace any second.

"more, please."

he hums and gently bites your neck, "you're so pretty." he pushes two fingers past and you instinctively widen your legs to accommodate, feeling the familiar aching of an approaching orgasm. he's generous with his pace, accelerating until you're moaning in his ear and he knows he's where he needs to be. "so wet, bet you're close huh?" you nodded as best you could, "you wanna cum on my fingers or on my cock baby?"

you knew what you wanted without question, but you decide to tease him, "both."

"both?" this seemed to have excited him, mindlessly going deeper and making your toes curl at the feeling. "so greedy baby." your body starts to tighten and your eyes screw shut, whimpers fall from your mouth as you feel it crash into you, holding onto him like a vice as he helps you through it.

once you've calmed down he removes his hand and looks at you cockily, “i will never get tired of watching that.” he kisses you numb, “wanna have that image tattooed on my eyelids.”

you chuckle at him and begin to undo his belt and he watches you intently, “no breather?”

you shake your head, “need you now, please.”

he tsks, “i don't think you want it enough.”

you pout and kiss his lips, “please koo.”

“almost there.”

“jungkook please,” you whined, having gotten his pants completely undone.

“what?”

you blink up at him as he towers over you on the counter. you let your hand slide into his pants just as he did yours, finally feeling his hard cock beneath his jeans. you moaned at the feeling and the eagerness of having him inside of you again, “please jungkook, i need you.”

he seems to have momentarily lost his composure as he lets you feel him up, “fuck, you're such a good girl.” he picks his head up and looks down at you, still with your hand in his pants sheepishly, “you deserve to be rewarded for that.”

you pulled him back down to you and ran your tongue against his lips and he met you with a unmatched desire and stripping you both of whatever clothes you had left. you felt his hard cock against your folds and writhed with excitement. he ran it through your wetness, teasing your entrance until you begged him yet again, "jungkook please, fuck me."

he groaned with excitement and wasted no time, letting his dick slide past your warm folds as slowly as he could bring himself to do it, which must've taken the strength of a saint by the way he was straining himself.

"fuck, i always forget how fucking good you feel."

"don't hold back, please, need to feel you."

he sucked in his breath and ticked his head, "if i didn't id finish in seconds, baby. that's how good you feel." he pulled his cock out slowly, leaving the head in before snapping his hips back up, the angle the countertop gave him wasn't making your case any better, either. feeling him dragging against your walls and hitting that perfect spot.

you were sure he knew immediately by the way you tightened around him, only making it easier for him to gain momentum and he began fucking up into you so hard you were sure you were leaving marks against his back. he didn't seem to mind or notice at all, focusing on your pleasure instead as he always does. he instructed you to lay against the table so he could use one hand to keep you where he needed you, and used the other to rub your clit without warning.

you shook your head and reached for his wrist, “fuck, please, too much.”

he didn't relent, “you've got it baby, you can take it.”

you couldn't keep your eyes open or your mouth from spilling lewd noises as he touched you, feeling your legs widen and your core grow tighter as a second orgasm comes ripping through, “i'm gonna cum jungkook.”

he could only groan in response, pushing down on the bottom of your stomach with his thumb that was holding you in place. you came with a resounding moan of his name, the only comprehensible thought you had.

your core tightened around him and he warned you in seconds before finishing inside of you.

he let his head rest against yours as you both regained your composure. he let out a deep breath before pulling out and you whined, immediately covering your area, “you're gonna make a mess of my kitchen.”

he reached for the nearby paper towels, gently wetting one before handing it to you and grabbing another for himself.

“we can team clean tomorrow.” he beamed.

you rolled your eyes at his enthusiasm, it was contagious. he helped you off the counter and back into your comfy sweater, “so, eat or shower first.”

you held him close to you, “eat. definitely eat.”

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wear you out

☕︎ no amount of warm baths and hot tea can lure you into sleep, but jungkook knows just the thing.

⇀ genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, THIS IS A CONTINUATION/ SAME COUPLE FROM ALL TIED UP i promised and i have now delivered enjoy

⇀ description: blindfold and tied hands :), oral (f rec)

⇀ wc: 2.2k

you think you’ve done all you can to fall asleep, taking one last glance at the alarm clock before falling dramatically back onto your bed. it's barely two in the morning, and you’ve tried everything. hot tea, cookies, melatonin, even a nice warm bath and a change into your favorite silk pajamas, but nothing.

you stare blankly at your ceiling until your phone begins to vibrate in your hand, as always, your knight in shining armor.

you answer the phone with an exasperated “hi.” and he chuckles from the other line.

“hello pretty. still not asleep?”

“i texted you four minutes ago koo.”

“what, that wasn't enough time for you to fall asleep? the bath really didn't work?”

“not even a little.” you hear him hum and tsk, listening closely to the sound of what is certainly his gaming chair as he does circles in it. you knew he’d be awake. you consider his computer a third party in your relationship sometimes.

“okay, it's decided then. see you in ten.”

“jungkook-”

“i love you bye!” he doesn't let you talk him out of it or whine about having already told him no (his appearance was of course his first suggestion above all else). you didn't want him leaving his house so late at night just for you. certainly has nothing to do with it being so damn hard to leave him in the morning either. but nonetheless he’s welcoming himself into your home in record time.

“you redecorated.” he quips, glancing around your living room as he takes off his boots one at a time. you wrap your arms around yourself the closer you get to him, having let all of the cold air in right along with him.

he doesn't stare at your earth toned plush pumpkins and your ghost throw pillows once you come close enough, taking you in from head to toe and landing on your chest.

you furrow your brows, “you can't stare at my boobs before even saying hi to me.”

his eyes flash back to yours and he kicks off his final boot before wrapping his arms around you and swaying you around.

“who? me? staring? never.” he places kisses atop your head and giggles, “i only look respectfully.”

you place your hands on his chest and push him away, “yeah whatever.” but he doesn't let you go too far, hanging onto your hand and pulling you back towards him with a grin, bringing his other hand to your jaw and staring at you. you thought he was going to kiss you, but now you know his mission is to make you flustered.

and fuck him because it works every time.

you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, more than two years with him and you’re still surprised every day by how good of a kisser he is, making it damn-near impossible to ever pull away from him. little do you know, that’s always his goal.

finally you lose breath and rest your forehead against his, and he smiles at you. “so what do you wanna do chicky? watch a movie and cuddle?”

you shake your head, you’ve already watched two today and you’ve been on a movie kick recently, it wouldn't work. “you'd fall asleep before i would.” jungkook always has a way of snoozing during movies, especially if you're in his vicinity. you usually find it endearing how he’s out like a light, you enjoy being a source of comfort for him. you just envy that part of him so badly right now.

he follows you quietly to your bedroom that wafts with an array of bakery scents between your body soap, bath bomb, and the candle you lit. even the lights are mostly dimmed in an attempt to change the scenery to lull you into slumber, didn't work either clearly.

“god this room could put army men to sleep.” he chuckles, gently stroking your arm as he joins you on your bed.

“if only.”

he hums, “i think your problem is you can't relax.”

you scoff, “yeah tell me about it.”

he grins and noses your neck, “so…” his hands ghost from your arms to your waist, and hips, “let me help you relax.”

he places gentle kisses on your neck and you decide there are worse ideas than letting your boyfriend wear you out. in fact, it's probably the best idea anyone’s had all night.

“what a great idea.” you coo, leaning into his chest and guiding his hands up to yours, remembering how intently he eyed them earlier when the cold air must've perked them up, very obvious in a satin tank top.

“i have other ideas too, don't you worry.” he runs his fingers against your chest, catching your nipples between his finger tips and squeezing them just enough, even letting a satisfied hum past his own lips at the sight of you.

he reluctantly moves to lay you down against your sheets, pressing his lips to yours briefly before disappearing into your closet.

“what are you grabbing?” there's a plethora of things in the closet you admit, but most of the fun stuff is at his house, not yours.

“close your eyes, and relax.”

you oblige him in actions but not so much in words, “hard to relax when i don't know what you’re doing.”

“i'll tell you. sit up.” you lift yourself onto your legs again and you can feel him near you before you feel a silk tie against your eyes and you laugh.

“this is your idea?”

he hums quietly, diligently working to secure it and asking if you want your wrists too. “you had your turn, remember? you never let me have mine.”

“you’ve never asked.” you let a breath escape your lips and you smile for him, “do whatever you want, koo.”

he chuckles quietly and directs you to lay back down.

“i'll leave your hands free for now.”

“for now.” you repeat, he doesn't correct you.

you feel his hands trail from your torso to your thighs, squeezing them intently before peeling off your shorts and opening your legs for him.

he lets out a content sigh and a curse, poking at your entrance and drawing little circles against your clit and letting his fingers slide down to tease your hole through the fabric.

you whine and move your hips against his hand, indicative of wanting more from him but he doesn't let you have it that easy. he spends more time against your front, pulling your panties up to make you jerk your hips involuntary and letting you go to draw more circles against you in varying degrees of pressure. the pattern is new and driving you insane, you want nothing more than to come around something but he hasn't even stripped you bare and seems keen on avoiding that for as long as he can.

you give him the satisfaction of letting him hear how bad you want him, “please koo.”

he gently bites the inside of your thigh and grips the other to keep you still, “please what? won't you come like this?”

you nodded and whined as he continues his work, marveling at the growing wet spot on your pretty panties. “then do it baby, come like this.”

it's a damned mix really, him knowing you and your body so well and your senses feel heightened with the blindfold. it's not like you would've held out for much longer anyway, soon enough his fingers send you back into your mattress with a satisfied moan just for him.

once you’ve relaxed your legs he removes his hand, hooking them around your underwear and peeling them off your legs.

“so pretty.” you hear him breathe, pulling your knees together and pinning them against your chest, “keep them here.”

you nod easily, “okay.”

he chuckles, “good girl. always so good for me.” a much needed compliment to distract you from his tongue against you, making you mewl and ache to reach for his hair but can't due to the position he specifically put you in. fuck did he make the right call, as soon as he works a finger inside of you, you immediately arch your back and cuss. he drowns out a laugh against your clit, eating you out like a michelin meal that deserved to be savored and you hate how good he is at it sometimes because you never last as long as you should.

certainly not when he’s two fingers deep and hooking them inside of you to open up your walls and you curl your toes at the idea he might be prepping you for more and you can't help but call out his name, he deserves to have it plastered on your bedroom walls and inked into your skin with the way you recite it like a mantra.

he responds to your calling with a moan against your clit and that has you coming for a second time soon after. finally having to pull him away from you with a tug of his hair and a plead from your lips.

“sorry. you're so pretty when you come.”

you chuckle and reach out for him, hands hitting the fabric of his shirt and you pout, “off.”

he laughs, “gladly.” followed by the sound of all of his clothes hitting the ground. “you're next pretty.”

you grin and raise your arms for him, grabbing the ends of your shirt and tugging it easily over your head without so much as nudging your blindfold. “you want more or are you tired now?”

you reach for his neck and pull him towards you until your foreheads meet, “want you inside of me.”

he grins and kisses you passionately until you’re falling back onto the bed, kneading your chest and kissing down your neck so you can moan in his ear, one of his self-declared favorite parts of sex. he taps your hips and tells you, “flip around, on your knees.”

you hum excitedly, he's hit everything on the list of ways to absolutely exhaust you and this position tops the list.

once you’re on your knees and elbows you hear him chuckle, “arms behind your back.”

you cuss and do as asked, letting him tie your wrists together and run his heavy cock along your slit, “fuck you are so wet for me.”

you barely nodded, “want you so bad, please.”

there's nothing jungkook wouldn't do for that pretty word when it slips off your tongue and into his ears. he buries himself inside you to the hilt, hitting it so good from this position and wasting no time establishing a heavy rhythm that has you writhing into the fresh sheets.

he curses and moves his hand from your waist to your wrists, pulling you back against him with more force, “god, you're made for me y/n.” he groans and lets you have it, the name of the game is to tire you out after-all and he's taking it very seriously, pushing you further into the bed with each thrust but it feels so good you don't notice or care at all. any pain is means to an end that'll feel like heaven on earth you're damn-sure. he reaches over to your front and you almost scream from the sensitivity, “fuck, jungkook, mm-too much.”

he doesn't relent and it's deliciously overwhelming to a point where you can't think of anything else except for him and his hands and his dick ravishing you and he groans, “you can take it.” he wants you to, he wants you to come so hard around his cock he sees stars and you know he deserves it and more and he knows exactly what you need to get you there, holding you tightly against him as you come all over him, wetting his thighs and with a new grip on your hips he keeps his pace as best he can until he finishes on your back, just as fucked out as you are.

he crashes beside you for a second and you try your best to relax but in your position, it's not easy. “koo please.” he hums and you feel the bed move beside you. he unties your wrists first and as he cleans your back you remove your blindfold and run a finger through your hair. you sit up with a sigh and look at him. “i'm gonna have to take another bath.”

he nods slowly, “shower,” he begins to grin, “together?”

you sigh and roll your eyes, throwing your legs off the bed and making your way to the bathroom. “baby,” he calls out to you, “you don't have to-” he stops as soon as he hears the shower water begin to run and instead rushes to grab clean clothes from your wardrobe for both of you, setting them down on the counter as his hands wrap around your waist, kissing your cheek over and over again as he recites the words, “i love you.”

you unwrap his hands and after a half an hour of co-showering you’re knocked out in his arms as he mindlessly runs his fingers through your hair.

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Help please! I cant remember the name of a fanfic!

I've been trying to find a fanfiction series that I read ages ago. I can't remember the name and wanted to know if anyone knew what it was called. I believe it's a Jimin fanfiction where he is a reincarnation of a god, and the reader or oc (i cant remember which it is) is also a reincarnation of a goddess but she was reincarnated human. Her family were abusive or something like that so she ran away into a forest and then met Jimin. He's described to have black wings like an angel or something but anyways she ends up leaving with him.

That's most of what I mainly remember except for something to do with flowers that grow at some places they go that involves their past selves and the love they had. Also she ends up meeting her family again but she won't stay with them.

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ONCE, FOREVER (unsure fate)

"We let you leave once, but now we're keeping you forever".

"Please, we worked so hard to change for you, come back?".

CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , ...

NAMJIN X READER

NORMAL LIFE AU

M/F , MULTI

RATED M

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Of Storms And Vampires // Ch. 1

Pairings: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader x Vampire!Jungkook

Summary: During the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn't simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook's sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago.

Genre: fluff, angst

Word Count: 9.1k+

The wind howled outside with the voice of a thousand lost souls. You had read somewhere that the breeze and the sounds of the night were the dead singing. If that were true, tonight they were screaming. 

The storm had hit in the afternoon in full force, getting only worse since then. In seconds, the first few droplets turned into arrows of water falling from the heavens. Dark clouds overtook the sky, wiping out the sun and bringing the night early. Lightning struck every few minutes followed by loud thunder that sounded too close for comfort. You had sensed the storm brewing a few days ago but only yesterday you had realized how strong it was going to be. It was like all the rage of the Gods had been released at once.

The rain splattered on the windowpane relentlessly, a constant murmuring in the background interrupted only by the thunder. You could cast a silencing spell but you needed to be aware of what was happening outside and the sounds were comforting in a way. It was the music of lonely nights and disasters. 

You were curled up in the overstuffed armchair next to the fireplace, a book on kitchen magic leaning on your thighs. The fire flickered and danced, flaming tendrils reaching for above. It was a calm night for you, almost peaceful. You had been casting protections against the storm on your house, your garden, and the small farmhouse of your animals for days. There was nothing to worry about, you were more than safe. But your mind kept going to the town. It was the worst storm this part of the world had seen in decades.

You flipped the page to the recipe for an antipyretic potion and breathed in the smoky scent of burning firewood. Your eyes scanned over the ingredients of the potion and you considered how it could be improved to better fit your magic, without losing its essence. It was hard changing existing recipes and spells but when done right, it could be very rewarding. 

You sensed the presence before you heard the thud. It was small and weak, pulsing in flashes. Something had hit your window but you had only seen a black blur before it disappeared. You closed the book and lowered your feet from the couch, listening for any more noises. None followed. The rain continued like before. 

The aura of something—someone—, that hadn't been there before persisted. You had to see what it was, maybe it was an injured animal that needed your help. The forest would lead them to you sometimes, both animals and humans in need. 

You wrapped your black cloak around yourself and raised the hood. It was woven with enchanted thread for protection and stitched with intentions of blending in with your surroundings. The protection applied to the weather as well, it wouldn't completely spare you from the heavy rain but it would be more like going out during a mild rainfall instead of getting drenched within seconds. 

Outside, the world was dark and ominous. Trees lurched and bent under the force of the wind, its strength was enough to uproot some smaller and more frail ones. The rain bounced off your cloak and thunder boomed overhead. You shielded your lantern underneath your cloak and, with your boots sinking into the wet earth, moved carefully toward where you had heard the sound. At first, you didn't see it in the darkness but when your eyes adjusted, you noticed the outline of the crumbled figure underneath the window. 

The creature was small and it was shivering, probably both by the cold and the fear of the storm. You approached slowly, trying to seem non-threatening. It was a small bat, one of its wings bent at a weird angle and the other hiding its face. 

"Hello, little guy," you said, sending some of your energy to the bat to soothe it. The wind swept your voice away but you still tried. "I'm going to have to pick you up and take you inside. You can't stay out here in the storm." 

With a short incantation, you enchanted the lantern to float in place and slid one hand underneath the bat's small form, covering it gently with your other hand. It struggled a little but settled soon. By touch, you understood two things. It wasn't a normal bat but, in your hands, you were holding a vampire. And it was a very young one. 

"I'm going to take care of you," you promised, cradling the vampire close to your chest. "You don't have to be afraid." 

You rushed back inside, careful not to jostle him. You unclasped your coat, took off your boots at the entrance, and carried the baby vampire into the living room, sitting down on the armchair near the fire. His small body was trembling and the fire would calm the cold leeching on his bones. You laid him on your thighs to take a quick look at his injuries. There were a couple you could see at first glance, one of his wings was broken and there was a shallow gash on his belly. 

You touched his forehead with two fingers and transferred some more of your energy to him. The vampire flinched but when he felt life seeping into his veins, his eyes—which were larger than any other bat you had seen—widened, looking at you in wonder.

“Stay here,” you advised, laying him on the armchair as you got up. “I’ll be back with a few things to treat your injuries. Don’t move too much.”

You kept most of your potions and salves in the kitchen, they were in jars and tins of various sizes stored in your cabinets. Various herbs tied together with thick strings were hanging from the ceiling and potted plants lined the windowsills. The counters were cluttered with multiple ingredients for potions and spells, from the most common ones like dried daisies, mint, and sea glass to some rare—or mostly avoided—ones like bleeding nightshade, dragon hair, and heart crystals.

You opened the cabinet that contained most of your medicinal potions and a few salves. You skimmed over the labels, reciting their properties in your head and contemplating which ones would be better suited for a vampire. In the end, you grabbed a vial of dark green liquid and a small bottle, the inside of which was reflective like a mirror. The first one was to fight off the effects of the cold, it wasn’t easy for vampires to get sick but the vampire was young and he had probably spent too much time in the storm. The second one was to ease the pain and speed up healing and its effects could last for as long as twelve hours. Before returning to the living room, you grabbed a platinum tin containing a salve that would accelerate the process of the skin stitching together.

The baby vampire had obediently stayed where you had left him, his eyes were half-closed and he was still shaking. There was a small pang in your heart for him. Baby vampires weren’t supposed to be alone for more than a few hours, they needed the presence of their sire like humans needed air. But here he was, alone in the forest with a witch and his sire nowhere in sight.

“I’m back,” you said softly. The vampire opened his eyes a little and turned his head in your direction. His eyes were so bright, much brighter than any vampire you had ever met. “I need to take care of your injuries now. You need to drink these, they are going to help you heal.” 

The vampire eyed the potions but, surprisingly, he didn’t put up a fight, opening his mouth. 

“Good boy,” you said and if the vampire was in his human form, you were sure he would be blushing. As much as vampires could blush. You poured the green potion in his mouth first and when he swallowed, he made a face of disgust. “I know it doesn’t taste great but it’s one of the best potions for this.” He tilted his head and to distract him, you started explaining to him what the properties of each potion were.

You applied the salve on his wound with careful fingers, he whimpered but didn’t snap at you like you had expected. He was pretty docile for a young vampire, who could get violent away from their sire’s protection. Then, you made a small cast out of some cloth for his wing.

“By tomorrow night, you will be able to shift back. We can see how much your arm has been affected then. But I believe you will make a quick recovery,” you said and the bat let out a chirp. “Please, in the future, avoid going out before or during storms. Your bat form isn’t strong enough to withstand this kind of weather. You’re very lucky you hit my window.” He made a squeaking sound and lowered his head at your admonishment. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Some of the most sensitive ingredients were kept in the refrigerator that was powered by magic. One of those ingredients, stored in a large jar, was human blood. It was one of the ingredients that was frowned upon but was necessary for your type of magic and a very powerful asset. You poured a good amount into a bowl and put the rest back in the fridge.

The scent of blood made the vampire’s head shoot up as soon as you walked into the living room. “Stay there, I’m bringing it to you.” The vampire made a few more chirping noises as you carried the bowl and set it in front of him. He looked at you and when you nodded, he dived head-first into the blood. “It isn’t fresh but it will have to do. I know that baby vampires need blood.”

He gulped down the blood hungrily and when the bowl was licked clean, he looked at you with his large eyes. 

“That’s enough for now. I’ll give you more later,” you said, picking up the bowl. “Now, rest.”

Vampires stayed in nests with their sires while they were still young, so you tried to make a mock nest for the small bat. On the floor by the fireplace, you bunched up a fluffy blanket, placed two pillows on top, and laid the vampire inside. You thought you heard him sigh as he settled, making himself comfortable. After the events of the day and the two potions, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. 

Near this side of the forest, there was only one small town from where he could have got lost. You tried to remember if there were any vampires that lived in the town but came up blank. You didn’t visit the town often and your interactions with its inhabitants were rare. Whatever you learned about them, you learned from Seokjin, who took it up to himself to fill you in on all the gossip he could remember. And he had a very strong memory. 

You stayed in the living room for a while longer, picking up the magic book where you left off and throwing glances at the bat every few pages. He was sleeping soundlessly, shifting only when thunder struck somewhere nearby. Soon, you closed the book again and after adjusting the blanket around the vampire’s small form, you retired to your room for the night.

The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of the storm raging outside. The wind whipped the roof and the walls and the rain falling was enough to fill up a river. Outside the window of your bedroom, the world was being suffocated in gray. The sun had disappeared, hidden behind the endless expanse of dark clouds. The storm would last through the day and hopefully calm during the night. However, the signs showed that it wouldn’t be gone soon.

You dressed for the day and braided your hair to keep it out of your face. There were things you had to do, despite the storm outside. Most importantly, there was a baby vampire that needed your attention in the living room.

Said vampire was awake and lazying around in his makeshift nest. He blinked slowly at you before letting out a couple of chirps, shaking his not-injured wing in what you guessed was the bat equivalent to waving at you. You had to admit that he was adorable as he greeted you enthusiastically.

“Good morning. How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?” you asked and the bat nodded his head. He gestured to his belly with his wing and you were glad to see that the skin was already stitching itself together. “This looks good, you are healing quickly. By nightfall, it will only be a small scar and that will go away soon too. But you will still need to be careful, don’t go flying into a storm again.” He squeaked lowly and lowered his head, making you giggle. “Now, let me take a look at your wing.”

His wing was also healing nicely and, as you had predicted, he would be able to turn back into his human form, if he wanted to, by the end of the day. It would make communication much easier although you weren’t sure if you would prefer that over the cute bat. You had found over the years living alone in your cottage in the forest that you were better at interacting with animals than with people. 

You let go of his wing and the vampire squeaked and pointed to his belly and then his mouth.

“Are you hungry? Do you want some blood?” you asked and he responded by pleased chirping. “Okay, I’ll bring some to you since you have been a good patient.”

You poured some blood for him in the same bowl as yesterday. The jar of human blood was enough to get you through more than a year of potions and spells but it could barely last for two days as the main food source of a vampire, especially a young one that needed feeding regularly. You hoped the storm would ease by tomorrow and you would be able to look for his sire. You would have to be on guard because sires were overprotective of their fledglings and if they believed you had been keeping them apart for no reason, it could get ugly.

You placed the bowl in front of the vampire, who chirped in thanks and started drinking messily. Blood stained the fur around his mouth and he looked almost angry at how good the blood tasted. For now, your priority was to take care of him, you would have to worry about his sire later. 

While the vampire was drinking his blood, you bustled around the kitchen. You made a quick and simple breakfast for yourself, a cup of tea with ginseng for energy and bread with homemade strawberry jam. Like every morning, you lit up a fire in the hearth and filled your cauldron with water and a crystalline blue powder you had made for cleansing. Something was always brewing in a witch’s cauldron.

You were going to make a specialized potion for the little vampire to enhance his healing abilities. The effects of the one you had given him last night would have worn off and personalized potions were more effective. Opening and closing cupboards and drawers, you gathered a few of the ingredients you would use, consulting a recipe from a magic book focused on magical creatures. 

After a few minutes, the cauldron was clean and ready for work. You measured the first few ingredients and put them in. They needed to boil a couple of hours on their own before you added a pinch of dried rosemary and red oyster mushrooms. Brewing potions was like performing a ritual, it wasn’t only about the ingredients and the quantities, it was about the timing, the intentions, and each action itself. You had to sense what the potion needed and how it needed it done. Some potions could take days to make and the more difficult ones could be ruined by a single wrong move or even a bad thought. It was a delicate process but you enjoyed it. 

The rain persisted but you had to go outside to feed the animals and make sure that their protections were holding up. The storm must have scared them and your presence would calm them.

The vampire had closed his eyes again, the bowl in front of him empty. He opened one eye to look at you and as you picked up the bowl to return it to the kitchen, he bumped his head against your hand.

“Do you like petting?” you asked, stroking between his ears. He closed his eyes and wiggled happily at the attention. “You do, don’t you? You are really cute, such a cute bat.” He preened at the praise and you cooed. “I’ll go outside for a bit but I’ll be back soon, okay?”

The vampire chirped in answer although he didn’t seem happy to be deprived of petting. You threw on your cloak to protect yourself from the wild weather outside and made your way to the small farmhouse. 

It was only a few meters away from the house, through a cobblestone path that at least saved your boots from sinking in the mud. The farmhouse had been there when Seokjin had first led you to this place but it had been in a much worse condition than the house. The roof had crumpled in and the walls would have followed soon, leaving nothing but a heap of decayed wood. The renovations lasted a couple of months, accomplished mostly by you, Seokjin, Jimin, and a few people from the town that Seokjin had called when he realized there were a few things that, magic or not, you simply couldn’t do.

The ground of the farmhouse was dry, evidence that your protection spells were still holding strong. The familiar sounds of the animals greeted you, the bleating and the clucking, the hooves against the ground, and the flapping of wings. There were ten chickens, six goats, and Daisy, your horse, who had got her name from her fondness of eating daisies. They all had their own fenced areas with enough space to roam and stretch their limbs—the fence of the chicken coop almost reached the ceiling because your chickens could somehow fly much higher than normal chickens could.

You visited all of the animals, petting them and replenishing their food. None of them liked the thunder and the wind howling but, luckily, they understood they were safe inside. They surrounded you and you spoke softly to them. You weren’t an animal witch but you were good with them. You had learned quickly and you had been surprised to find that animals enjoyed your company.

Last, you went to Daisy. You stroked her neck, fed her apples, and promised to take her on a long walk to the fields at the end of the forest and let her gallop for as long as she liked. Forests weren’t the most suitable places for horses but Daisy seemed to like it well enough as long as you took her to the fields from time to time.

Returning to the house, you found the vampire squirming and agitated. Apparently, he didn’t like staying still for such a long time, so you carried him with you to the kitchen. His eyes followed you while you worked on the potion so you started explaining to him what you were doing. You weren’t sure how much he understood or how much he knew about witchcraft but he was an attentive audience. He made sounds whenever you said something interesting and he stopped hopping around the counter whenever you told him to.

For lunch, you heated up some leftover tomato soup from the previous day and you fed the bat a plum. Once upon a time, there was a vampire you had been close with, or you had been getting there, and he had told you that plums were his favorite food to eat when he was in bat form. The little one on your table must be the same because he devoured it. 

He kept you company for the rest of the day and at some point he somehow ended up clinging on your shoulder and refused to budge. He didn’t weigh much so you didn’t mind and you guessed he was missing his sire and needed some contact to stay grounded.

In the afternoon, the potion was ready. First, you poured the potion into the bat’s mouth like you had done the previous night and then filled his bowl with blood. Your work in the kitchen was done and you returned to the living room, settling in the armchair. The vampire curled up in your lap and you petted his head while you flipped through a random book from your stack on the floor. You had run out of space so your books were everywhere now. You should hire someone to make more shelves for you.

The vampire was getting drowsy so you left him in the armchair and you went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for yourself. It was part of your routine to have a cup of tea along with some baked goods in the afternoon. Living away from civilization, you had discovered the comfort of mundane moments and the importance of a nice routine. 

You boiled water and looked through your jars of tea. They were your own varieties, you had mixed their ingredients with light enchantments to boost their benefits. Black tea was one of your favorites to drink in the afternoon so you chose one with maple and vanilla pieces, hazelnuts, nutmeg and honeybush. It was fitting for the weather. The sweet honey fragrance mingled with vanilla tickled your nose when you opened the jar. You filled the teapot with the hot water and added two tablespoons of tea to the infuser. 

In the 4 minutes the tea required to brew, you cut a piece of the apple pie you had made yesterday and plated it. The aroma of the soft, spiced apples and the brown sugar drifted in the kitchen. A tiny bit of magic kept anything you baked as fresh as the day they were pulled out of the oven. Another thing you discovered while living in the forest was your love for baking. When you lived in the city, you had dabbled in baking, occasionally baking chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon rolls, but it wasn’t until you moved here that you truly fell in love with it. 

You arranged everything in a tray, along with a smaller cup in case the vampire wanted to try, but you stopped short at the door to the living room. The tray almost slipped from your hands at the sight of a young man sitting where the little bat used to be. He looked young, with large eyes and messy dark hair that reached past his ears. A silver ring glinted on his bottom lip and more silver earrings adorned both of his ears. He was wearing all black and you could see the beginnings of a tattoo underneath the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“Hi,” he said, sheepishly waving at you. “I’m sorry. Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to.”

You had to get yourself together, you had known since the beginning that it wasn’t a regular bat you were treating but a vampire that would need to turn back into his other form at some point. You had expected it, it was obvious that it would happen at some point. You shouldn’t be surprised. But you hadn’t expected him to look… like that.

“You didn’t scare me, I was just surprised,” you said, keeping your voice steady. “Sorry, I didn’t expect to see you in this form.”

He fidgeted with his sleeves, making himself smaller. “Did you like my other form better? I can change back. It just makes me feel a little weird when I’m a bat for too long. But I can change back, I can.”

“No, no,” you rushed to say. “I don’t mind really. This form is nice as well.” 

Mentally, you slapped yourself, you couldn’t be more awkward if you tried. At least, the vampire looked pleased at that, a small smile making its way to his face. It was unfair that he was cute even in his human form. 

You approached and put the tray down on the coffee table. “It’s good that you are back in this form. Now, we can finally meet. What is your name?”

“Jungkook,” the vampire replied shyly and you offered your own name. “I wanted to say thank you for taking care of me. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t taken me in. I’m not sure if I would have made it.” His smile tightened and you shuddered just thinking about it. “I’m really thankful for everything. If there is any way for me to repay you, I will do anything.”

“There is no need for that. I wanted to help you and it was the right thing to do. Just promise me you will be careful in the future. Your bat form is small and you saw how dangerous storms can be for you.”

Jungkook nodded, abashed. “I won’t, I promise. I thought I had some time before it hit and I wanted to explore the forest. I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry to me, it’s you who was flung from tree to tree last night.” He chuckled a little at that. “Do you want some tea? It’s black with maple and vanilla.”

“Yes, please,” he said politely.

You picked up the black ceramic teapot and paused. “I brought a cup for you because I thought you would be in your bat form. Would you like a mug?”

“No, no, the cup is fine,” Jungkook insisted.

You poured some into the cup first and then into your mug. The cup was from the same set as the teapot, black and with the same engravings of flowers and vines. Your mug was a gift from Seokjin during his pottery phase, like many of his obsessions you weren’t sure how or why it started. It was weird cups at first that looked like melting pieces of clay but he got pretty good by the end. Before he moved on to his next obsession, he was able to make things like your mug, which was shaped like a cauldron and he and Jimin had painted it to look like the night sky.

Jungkook hugged his cup in his hands, bringing it close to his face. He breathed in the sweet aroma of tea and closed his eyes in delight. 

“Do you want some honey or sugar?” you asked, taking a seat on the couch. “I usually drink my own without and I didn’t think to bring any.”

“No, it’s okay.” He took the first sip and you could tell that it wasn’t okay. He frowned, but not in the way you had seen when he was drinking blood, and pursed his lips. He didn’t say anything but it was clear he was trying to pretend that it wasn’t too bitter for him.

You chuckled and set your mug down. “I’ll bring some honey for you.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook said, wincing subtly.

You got the jar of honey from the kitchen and added two teaspoons to his tea. That way, he liked it enough that he asked for a refill. While you drank your tea together, he explained to you that he was in town for a few days visiting some friends with his sire. He had spent all of his life in the city and the small town and the forest fascinated him. He knew that there was a storm coming but he hadn’t realized the extent of it. He had been planning to go for a quick flight to stretch his wings before it hit, he hadn’t got to explore the forest yet and he was curious. Unfortunately, the storm hit early and the wind had dragged him deeper into the darkness.

“I thought I wouldn’t make it out,” he admitted quietly, holding his cup close to his chest. “It was so strong and so loud and I couldn’t fight it. I’m not very strong in my bat form, I’m still young and I don’t have much practice. I couldn’t hold on to anything and I couldn’t find shelter. I was thinking about my sire and how sad he would be. He must be very worried.”

The bond between sires and their fledglings was very strong and for the first months after the turning, some sires wouldn’t even let their fledgling out of their sight. For years, the sires would take care of the younger vampires, help them adjust, and teach them everything about their new life. It wasn’t commonly understood but sires needed their fledglings as much as their fledglings needed them. You had read that there was a part of them, an echo of their own blood from the turning in their fledgling’s bloodstream, that called for them to be by their side.

“The storm is messing up with any means of magical communication but as soon as it calms a little, I can send a message to town,” you offered. “We can let him know you’re safe here until the worst passes and you can safely return to town. The townspeople know me, it will be alright.”

“Thank you.” You had lost count of how many times he had thanked you since he had changed forms. 

You finished your tea and roped him into a game of cards to distract him from the thoughts of his sire. He got engrossed into the game quickly and he won two out of the three rounds you played. He had a competitive streak and he learned quickly the rules of every game you taught him. 

It had been a few months since you had played cards with someone. Jimin had been the one to teach you and you had only ever played with him and Seokjin. It was fun to share this with someone else, even when he pouted when he lost. You didn’t care about winning very much so you didn’t mind and his excitement when he won was heart-warming to watch.

He jumped when loud thunder cracked through the night and you told him that he didn’t have to worry. You had applied strong protections on the house and the garden. And the forest protected you too. The storm was interfering with its magic but nothing could change its core and nothing could turn it on you. Turning on you would be like turning on itself and the forest was too wise for that.

You played games until well into the night. Jungkook’s eyes were growing heavy and his mouth stretched in small yawns. It was time to go to sleep. Jungkook curled up on the couch and you carried two knitted blankets to the living room and wrapped them around him. His cheeks grew rosy and he giggled at being tucked into bed like a child. 

You left the fire burning in the hearth to keep him warm in the night.

“Goodnight, Jungkook. Have sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight,” he said, muffled by the blankets. “Sweet dreams.”

There was a change in the air like the turning of the tides. Your limbs were lighter and something different was lingering on your skin. You padded to the window and drew the curtains to the side. The sky was cloudy but it was no longer the suffocating darkness of the day before. The trees swayed and the rain persisted but it wasn’t attempting to drown the earth anymore. The storm was breaking.

You threw on one of your long black skirts and a brown sweatshirt and climbed down the stairs to the living room. Jungkook was sitting up on the couch and already looking in your direction when you walked inside. Supernatural hearing, you forgot about it sometimes. 

"Good morning,” you greeted him. “The storm is slowly calming down. I will probably be able to send a message to the town and by tomorrow, it will be safe for you to return.”

“Thank you so much,” Jungkook said. He was fidgeting with his sleeves again but his smile was unmistakable. “I hope my sire will forgive me for being so careless.”

“I’m sure he will. For now, breakfast blood?”

Jungkook’s smile widened as he eagerly agreed. You couldn’t offer him the amount of blood he was used to, you had to ration it to make sure that it would last. It would be very difficult to get human blood once your supply was gone. 

You hadn’t reached the kitchen yet when you sensed someone pass through your wards. The presence was familiar, the knowledge sitting in a hidden pocket in your brain and you couldn’t touch it. Jungkook hurried to the window, the path leading up to the door could be seen from there. He let out a small yelp before bolting to the door and throwing it open.

“Yoongi!” he shouted the name that had circled your mind for years. The presence was in your house and the name fit like a glove. Against your better judgment, you walked towards them to see for yourself. It could be someone else, couldn’t it? You just had to take a look.

He was clinging to Jungkook, hugging him so tightly it looked painful. Half of his face was hidden against the fledgling’s shoulder but it was unmistakably him. The memories were as clear as when you made them, they resurfaced stronger than any of your nightly musings bordering on regrets. His hair was longer than you remembered, reaching past his nape, his cat eyes were clenched shut and his skin was white porcelain. He was also drenched to the bone.

“I looked for you,” he said and his voice awoke more memories. “I looked for you everywhere I could– But the storm was too strong. We were locked inside for so long. They wouldn’t let me out. Don’t ever do that to me again, do you hear me? Don’t ever disappear on me like that. I was going out of my mind.”

“Never, I promise.” Jungkook was hugging him just as tight and although he was bigger in stature, he made himself smaller in the older vampire’s arms. “I’m alright. I was safe here. The wind carried me here and I was well taken care of. I should introduce you,” he said with excitement, pulling back a little.

Yoongi opened his eyes, their dark color made your heart beat faster. He looked at you behind Jungkook and when your eyes connected you could see the myriad of emotions passing through them. First, there was surprise, then disbelief and confusion and all the minor ones in-between. You had disappeared from one day to another, leaving no trace behind and no trail to follow. He must have believed he would never see you again.

Oblivious to the change in the atmosphere, Jungkook introduced you to each other, telling his sire how well you took care of him and that you kept him warm and well-fed and healed his injuries. You couldn’t read Yoongi, there must have been a point in your history that you had been able to but that was lost now. 

There was silence after the introductions were over. Jungkook’s eyes jumped between the two of you. “Did I say something?”

“No, no, we just– We knew each other. In another life,” you said. Before you had enough of the wary glances and offending questions and fled the city. Before the manifestation of everything you had been afraid of. 

Yoongi’s lips parted and he looked away. “We did. In another life,” he repeated bitterly. 

“Oh.” Jungkook stood awkwardly between the two of you, shifting his weight from foot to foot. 

Thunder boomed outside and you rushed to close the door that they had forgotten half-open during their reunion. That served to remind you about the very important fact that Yoongi was wet enough to have taken a long dive in the lake.

“I’ll bring some towels, you’re dripping,” you said and climbed upstairs. 

It was an escape but a necessary one. It gave you some time to think. Jungkook’s sire was Yoongi. Yoongi, who you had known for years when you lived in the city, who you had tried to forget for years while you lived in this cottage but gave in once you realized it was impossible. He starred in most of your favorite memories from the city. And that’s exactly what he was supposed to be. A memory.

What was he doing in your forest? You had run so far away from the city that no one from your past would be able to find you. Except one. You had one link left to your old life, Seokjin. Seokjin was the one who had shown you this cottage hidden in the forest that spilled into his hometown. When the incident had happened and you were desperate for an escape, he had been your savior and he had swore not to tell anyone about your whereabouts. Seokjin was also Yoongi’s friend.

The dots were connecting. Seokjin and Jimin were the friends Yoongi and Jungkook were visiting. 

You grabbed two forest green towels and paused in the hallway. Seokjin hadn’t told you. The few times you had seen him in the past weeks, he hadn't mentioned anything about Yoongi. A twinge of hurt scraped at your heart. He should have told you. If he knew Yoongi would be visiting, why wouldn’t he tell you? He knew who Yoongi used to be to you. Had he thought you wouldn’t be able to handle it? No one was supposed to know you were here but that was all over now.

You took a deep breath and returned downstairs. Yoongi was where you had left him, a small puddle of rainwater pooled at his feet. Jungkook’s clothes were also a little wet from their embrace but it was nothing compared to his sire.

“Here,” you said, handing him the towels.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for your floor.”

“The floor can be cleaned. You will catch your death like this.”

He rubbed his hair with the towel. “I’m already dead.”

You scoffed. “That doesn’t work on me. I know vampires are not as indestructible as you would like to think. I have a spell to get all the water out of your clothes but I haven’t tried it on clothes that are currently being worn.”

Yoongi looked down at his drenched clothes. “It’s not that bad.”

“You are making a small lake on the floor,” you pointed out. “You didn’t even take an umbrella with you?”

“It was no use against the wind.” 

The wind wasn’t so bad now but you guessed it must have been worse when he set out to find Jungkook. He could have been looking for hours before he stumbled upon your house. Usually, the forest helped along the ones who looked for you but the storm was messing with its energy.

Yoongi gave you permission to use the drying spell on his clothes, his face scrunching up when the water was removed. You didn’t use it often because it left the clothes stiff and weird to the touch for some time. They turned too dry but in the present situation, you didn’t have many options. 

Jungkook was still looking between the two of you in confusion as he held on to Yoongi’s arm, although witnessing the spell had put a smile on his face.

“Now that you’re dry, let’s move to the living room,” you said. “I’ll get the fire going and make some tea. None of you are going out in the rain.”

Yoongi studied you and you felt naked under his eyes. He was the only person from your past, other than Seokjin, that you had seen since you fled. He knew a version of you that no longer existed and you hadn’t been prepared for that. In the end, you should have known. The past always comes knocking regardless of how long and how far you run from it. 

Yoongi didn’t pretend to turn you down to be polite but silently followed you to the living room. Jungkook pointed to the armchair by the fire that he had claimed for himself and gushed about how comfortable and soft it was. However, he didn’t sit there in favor of staying close to Yoongi on the couch. It was clear he had missed his sire and he needed to be as close to him as possible.

You picked up a few logs of wood from the metal box near the fireplace and stacked them inside. You added two layers of kindling and reached for the matches.

“How do you know each other?” Jungkook asked, breaking the fragile silence. 

Yoongi looked at you, staying quiet. He was going to let you share as much as you wanted. You were surprised that he wasn’t asking more questions himself. Maybe he hadn’t cared as much as Seokjin had told you. Maybe it was the shock.

“I used to live in the city,” you started. “I went to the Academy of Magical Arts and Sorcery and we met on campus. Yoongi was visiting a friend of his.”

“Namjoon?” Jungkook asked and Yoongi nodded. 

Namjoon was another person who you hadn’t seen in years. He was a powerful witch but he had chosen the academic route and didn’t practice magic much. You hadn’t been very close but you could have got there. You enjoyed his company and you could talk for hours. You would see him in the library and around campus and you had coffee together a few times and talked about magic theory and how energy flowed through living things. Seokjin was your only link to him as well and you had learned from him that he was still teaching at the University and he had been promoted from assistant professor to professor. When the news reached them, Seokjin and Jimin had traveled to the city to celebrate with him.

“We haven’t spoken since she left the city,” Yoongi said it simply like you had decided to leave one day instead of fleeing in the night, taking the last train to a town in the middle of nowhere. That had been five years ago.

You lit up a match, the action familiar and comforting, and threw it between the logs. The fire spread slowly, enveloping the wood. You stroked the flames with the poker, pushing and pulling the logs until the fire was burning strong.

You got up and wiped your hands on the soot-stained towel that hung from the same hook as the poker. “I’ll make some tea to fend off the cold.”

In the kitchen, you put on your apron with the embroidered mushrooms and marigolds, taking a moment to pull yourself together. It felt like everything was spinning out of control. The ghosts of your past never disappeared but they hadn’t been more than ghosts until now. 

You focused on the task at hand, setting the water to boil and opening the cabinet that housed your tea jars. Echinacea and elderberry tea with dried angel lotus leaves was the most effective for preventing colds and boosting the immune system. Its taste was also nice and soothing. 

You were putting spoonfuls of the tea blend into the strainer when Yoongi walked inside. His footsteps were soundless and you felt his presence before you saw him. Vampires’ energies were different than most creatures. They weren’t alive, not exactly, and energies were tied to a creature’s life force. Therefore, for vampires, their energies were unique and as a witch who could feel life and death very acutely, you could detect them easily.

“Have you been here all this time?” he asked after a few moments of silence. 

The sounds of boiling water caught your attention, steam was coming out of the kettle’s spout. You removed the kettle from over the fire and poured the water into the teapot. 

“I have,” you replied. There was nothing else to say, any explanations you could offer were useless. 

“That’s it? That’s all after all these years?” Yoongi asked. 

You couldn’t look at him, fiddling with herbs there was nothing to do with and glancing at the large clock on the wall for the brewing time. “I don’t know what else to say. You know why I had to leave. I couldn’t stay after what happened.”

“And you chose to disappear without a word?” When you didn’t answer, he continued. “I was sure that Seokjin knew where you were but he swore he didn’t. He said you disappeared without telling him anything and that he hadn’t heard from you since. Regardless of how many times I asked, it was always the same answer.”

“I asked him to say that to anyone who asked,” you admitted. “I didn’t want anyone to know where I was.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Yoongi shake his head slowly in disbelief. “Why? Why didn’t you want me to know?” 

It hurt to keep quiet but there was no way to make this better. You couldn’t tell him that you had been afraid although a part of you knew Yoongi wouldn’t judge you, like Seokjin wouldn’t judge you. But your fear had been too big and all-consuming, fear of what he would think and also fear of what you could do. Your magic had proved to be much stronger than you had believed and you needed to regain control of it to ensure you wouldn’t make the same mistakes.

And Yoongi was too strong of a link to the city. Your feelings were too much and too complicated. If he had known where you had run to, there was a chance he would have followed and it wouldn’t be only Seokjin you had doomed to a life in a small town he hadn’t wanted to return to. 

Yoongi sighed. “That's all then. I came here to thank you for taking care of Jungkook,” he said, breaking the silence. “I will forever be in your debt. Jungkook told me of how you found him and how you cared for him. I was out of my mind when I couldn’t find him and I realised he was out in the storm alone. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if anything had happened to him, I would never forgive myself. Thank you for being there for him when I couldn’t.”

“I will tell you what I told him, there is no need for thanks or debts. I wanted to help him and I did. The fact that he is a very cute bat also helped, I couldn’t resist.”

Your attempt at a joke was rewarded with a weak chuckle. “It’s those big eyes. It’s impossible to tell him no.”

“I can imagine that.” You glanced at the clock again. The tea was ready. “I guess you are visiting Jin. Now that the weather won’t interfere as much with my magic, I should send him a fire message to let him know that you are both here and safe. Knowing him, he will be fretting over where you are and driving Jimin crazy.”

“That’s a good idea. I didn’t tell him I would be leaving in the morning,” Yoongi confessed. It made sense, Seokjin wouldn’t have let him leave while the rain was still this heavy and definitely not without an umbrella. “Should I take this to the living room?” He gestured to the tray you had set up with the teapot and the three mugs.

“Yes, go ahead. The tea is ready.”

Yoongi picked up the tray and left the kitchen without saying anything more. There was a painful tightness in your throat as your shoulders slumped. You had to send that message to Seokjin but your feet were rooted to the ground and your knees were weak. You had thought you would never see Yoongi again and although it hurt, after years you had made peace with it. All that was [changed] by the storm and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

You opened one of the drawers and pulled out a crinkled loose leaf of paper from the stack you kept there. On the counter, there was a pen next to the old witchcraft recipe book you had been studying the day before. You gripped the pen and debated how you should start the letter. He had known Yoongi was coming to town and yet he had told you nothing when he knew why you had run away and why no one should know where you were. He was supposed to be your best friend and best friends looked out for each other. For the first time during your friendship, that wasn’t true.

Suppressing your stupid anger, you wrote a quick message letting him know that Jungkook and Yoongi were safe in your house and that you would send them back to town once the rain and the forest’s magic calmed down. Towards the end, you added that you would like to know about any future guests of his from the city. You considered crossing over the bitterness that bled into the page but you let it be. Using black chalk, you drew the sigil for the fire message at the top right corner.

You lit up a blood-red candle and burned some thyme over the flame first. You recited the incantation while you held the message over the fire and watched it consume the paper. The magic was a lazy tingle at your fingertips and a warmth curled in your chest.

Yoongi and Jungkook were talking in hushed voices that were swiftly silenced when you walked back to the living room. The tea had been poured into the mugs but they were untouched. You picked up one of them on your way to the armchair. Conversation was stilted. Jungkook tried to alleviate the awkwardness but was soon shrinking into his sire’s side, clutching onto his mug of tea with both hands. 

“The rain is growing weaker,” you observed. “The forest’s magic is settling, it can be unpredictable during storms and it’s dangerous to tread through it when it is like that. It will be best for you to return to the town before it picks up again.”

There would be another spike in a couple of hours before it broke in the night. That’s how storms like this one worked and what your senses were telling you.

You accompanied them to the door and they thanked you again. It felt like you didn’t deserve it with your past mistakes clinging to you like vices. Jungkook was quieter than last night when you were practically a stranger.

“Here,” you said, handing Yoongi the only umbrella you owned. It was a black one with little mushrooms Jimin had painted on it and enchanted them not to be washed away by rain. “I don’t use it much and I won’t be going into town for a few days. Seokjin can bring it back when he finds time.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi said.

You picked up your cloak from the coat stand and offered it to Jungkook. “And this is for you. It’s charmed to protect you from rain.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, making him look like a baby deer. “I can’t take your cloak,” he said, shaking his head. “You might need it.”

“Don’t worry about that. I don’t have anywhere to go.” You would have to go to the farmhouse later in the day but it was only a short distance away and a little rain wouldn’t phase you. You took it up to yourself to wrap the cloak around him and pull the hood over his head. “I didn’t nurse you back to health for you to get sick now.”

Suddenly, there was a blur of movement and strong arms were wrapped around you. Jungkook was hugging you and, when the shock wore off, you hugged him back.

“Thank you for finding me,” he said, his voice sounding a little wet.

“If anything, you found me,” you joked. You pulled back, although you didn’t want to let go of him. “Go now. The forest will lead you to the town.”

“I will bring the cloak back to you,” Jungkook promised before he and Yoongi left. On the path, Yoongi glanced back at you over his shoulder but you averted your eyes and closed the door.

Five years and your heart still fluttered. But it was different. There was guilt tainting everything surrounding him. You had imagined meeting him again countless times, of course, you had, mostly during restless nights and too quiet mornings, but it hadn’t played out like this in any of your scenarios. It was too… simple, too mundane, even though your heart was still racing, but it also felt a little like the end of the world. 

Their mugs were sitting empty on the coffee table. You placed them on the tray to take everything back in the kitchen and you realized that you had forgotten to at least put some cookies in a plate for them. Vampires didn’t eat much human food but it was simple courtesy to offer.

There was a spark in the air, followed by another, before flames erupted and formed a letter. You caught it before it floated to the ground. The loopy handwriting belonged to Seokjin. The first line was an apology, the second line was an apology as well. He promised to visit as soon as he could to explain and that you had every right to be angry at him. He thanked you for letting him know that Yoongi and Jungkook were safe since Yoongi had taken off in the morning before Seokjin had woken up, otherwise, he wouldn’t have let him go off in the rain. Reading his letter, the jagged edges of your anger smoothed but Seokjin would have to explain himself in person.

You picked up the tray and set yourself to tidying up. It was strange, you had lived alone for five years but the house felt emptier than ever before.

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HYBRID - ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA - OTHER CREATURES

✨IRIDESCENT LOVE - page Alpha/beta/omega AU - ONGOING

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for.

Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

✨YOU BELONG - here Alpha/beta/omega - Sugar daddy AU - ONGOING

Some say you only have one chance at love, others believe that the first one is always meant for failure, but it's a widely spread belief that mates are meant to be together, that they are perfect together, the ideal union.

Not mine. My mate was a narcissistic manipulator, but I didn't know, he hid it well. I was foolish for believing that he married me for love and not only for my body, so foolish.

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✨IN YOUR CARE - here Alpha/beta/omega AU

They took one look at me, and it was as if they could see everything that made me into who I am, as if they could tell how to heal my pain, and their offered hand was proof of their kindness.

After all, who would watch over alphas, if not for other alphas themselves?

"How about some tea at our place? Our mate here makes the most delicious tea while I bake the most delicious cookies, you ought to try them at least once. It'll cheer you up instantly, I promise".

SOULMATE

FANTASY WORLD WHOLE WORLD IS INVENTED

✨THE FIRST MEETING - here Soulmate AU - ONGOING

I was alone, and then I wasn't anymore.

I don't know why I was expecting to be the last soulmate to appear in a group of seven, because I happen to be the first instead.

I don't end the circle, I make it begin.

✨ETERNALLY THEIRS - here Soulmate AU - NEW

The Order of Fire is the oldest and strongest generation of knights to exist in Faywyn, a line of pureblood dragons that keep watch over the Stainad Empire.

It's every knight's dream to fight by their side, to be noticed by them, because it sometimes happens - though rarely - that a talented human becomes a dragon's partner and gets promoted to the castle.

Such is my dream, though I know better than to take it seriously. The knights who receive that honor are amongst the best in the Order of Steel and I am far from their level as of now.

But I digress, let me introduce myself properly.

I am a new knight recruit and my name is Y/N Aithne Shields, at your service.

REGULAR WORLD & MAGIC/MAFIA/SUPERNATURAL

☀️UNCONTROLLED - page Soulmate/Magic AU - ONGOING

Dangerous. That is what I am. A user of destruction.

☀️FOUND YOU - here Switch of universe AU - ONGOING

Hope is futile when all signs point at the truth, the obvious reality that hurts.

A choice pushed by despair, a decision that should bring the end, yet instead, a new beginning was brought to life. What happens now?

✨FRUITS, DAISIES AND A SPRINKLE OF LOVE - here Soulmates AU - NEW

A soul bond's archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part.

But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands…

Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it's a good thing if you don't have any.

✨ YEARNING FOR YOU - here Vampire/Mate AU - ONGOING

Watching everyone around me meeting their fated, their mate, seeing the yearning in their gaze as they stare at each other, I want that too, so dearly, whoever they are, I would love them without hesitation, with all of my heart.

But has my life ever really been my own?

When all that matters for my parents is safety, safety in choices, safety in the familiar, how do I convince them to accept that who I want is not the one I can choose, but the one the universe has paired me with, the other bearer of that white strand of hair?

✨YOUR BEAUTY IN RED - soon Mafia/ghoul/soulmate AU

I always imagined meeting my soulmates as a happy event.

I guess it was the old romantic in me who was wishing for the impossible, but I wanted to believe that love could be possible for me.

That must be what happens when you spend your whole life hidden in a cold cage, a monstrous creation that no one wants to acknowledge. They thought it would be fun to tamper with old blood, unaware that they were creating a killing machine by doing so.

I didn't choose to be made that way, so why am I being punished for their mistakes?

I don't mind being hidden away if that's what the world requires, I just want to be loved.

Is that asking for too much?

SLICE OF LIFE THE MOST NORMAL SETTING

🌤️BLOOMING STAR - here Normal life AU - ONGOING

We all met as a whole around the same time, without knowing that it would eventually lead towards the greatest joy that life can give.

DISCONTINUED

☀️BABY DOLL - page Mafia/Magic/Soulmate AU - INDEFINITELY DISCONTINUED

I fled from home, a place filled with suffering. I saw the opportunity and took it, a last attempt at freedom, but in a world where the light is as dangerous as the darkness, where can I hide? Where can I feel safe again?

☀️THE ACADEMY - here Soulmate/Fantasy AU - INDEFINITELY DISCONTINUED

Being the only one with no power is a disgrace as one of many magical beings. You do not get born with magic blood without having magic. Which is exactly my situation. Born from a powerful family, yet powerless. Could circumstances change this?

🌤️LONGINGLY, LOVINGLY YOURS - here Hybrid/Soulmate AU - INDEFINITELY DISCONTINUED

A life of misery, pain and fear. How could it ever change to something happier?

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IRIDESCENT LOVE - page

Alpha/beta/omega AU

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

YOU BELONG - here

Alpha/beta/omega - Sugar daddy AU

Some say you only have one chance at love, others believe that the first one is always meant for failure, but it’s a widely spread belief that mates are meant to be together, that they are perfect together, the ideal union. Not mine. My mate was a narcissistic manipulator, but I didn’t know, he hid it well. I was foolish for believing that he married me for love and not only for my body, so foolish. (more)

IN YOUR CARE - here

Alpha/beta/omega AU

They took one look at me, and it was as if they could see everything that made me into who I am, as if they could tell how to heal my pain, and their offered hand was proof of their kindness. After all, who would watch over alphas, if not for other alphas themselves? “How about some tea at our place? Our mate here makes the most delicious tea while I bake the most delicious cookies, you ought to try them at least once. It’ll cheer you up instantly, I promise”.

THE FIRST MEETING - here

Soulmate/fantasy/horror AU

I was alone, and then I wasn’t anymore. I don’t know why I was expecting to be the last soulmate to appear in a group of seven, because I happen to be the first instead. I don’t end the circle, I make it begin.

ETERNALLY THEIRS - here

Soulmate/fantasy/dragons AU

The Order of Fire is the oldest and strongest generation of knights to exist in Faywyn, a line of pureblood dragons that keep watch over the Stainad Empire. It’s every knight’s dream to fight by their side, to be noticed by them, because it sometimes happens - though rarely - that a talented human becomes a dragon’s partner and gets promoted to the castle. Such is my dream, though I know better than to take it seriously. The knights who receive that honor are amongst the best in the Order of Steel and I am far from their level as of now. But I digress, let me introduce myself properly. I am a new knight recruit and my name is Y/N Aithne Shields, at your service.

UNCONTROLLED - page

Soulmate/Magic AU

Dangerous. That is what I am. A user of destruction.

FRUITS, DAISIES AND A SPRINKLE OF LOVE - here

Soulmates AU

A soul bond’s archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part. But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands… Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it’s a good thing if you don’t have any.

BLOOMING STAR - here

Slice of life AU

We all met as a whole around the same time, without knowing that it would eventually lead towards the greatest joy that life can give.

YOUR BEAUTY IN RED - soon

Mafia/ghoul/soulmate AU

I always imagined meeting my soulmates as a happy event. I guess it was the old romantic in me who was wishing for the impossible, but I wanted to believe that love could be possible for me. That must be what happens when you spend your whole life hidden in a cold cage, a monstrous creation that no one wants to acknowledge. They thought it would be fun to tamper with old blood, unaware that they were creating a killing machine by doing so. I didn’t choose to be made that way, so why am I being punished for their mistakes? I don’t mind being hidden away if that’s what the world requires, I just want to be loved. Is that asking for too much?

THE SOLSTICE COVEN - here

Magic/soulmates AU

Freedom is a peculiar thing. To earn it, someone else must lose it. It should be bad, regretful, but what if both parties had to gain from that arrangement? And what if their future was forever changed thanks to what was a blind step in a world of uncertainties?

THE CHOICES THAT WE MAKE - here

Soulmates/hybrids/angst AU

Some things don't always go according to plans. In my case… it was my entire life. I fell in love with my soulmates, got betrayed by my own family, and everything went downhill from there. Hearts broken, souls now incomplete, every days now feel like a ghost of what they could've been. I made my own choices, thinking them the best at the time. There's no going back now, and so I move forward, alone.

NAMJOON

LOVING HYBRIDS - WATTPAD - complete

HYBRIDS AU - NAMKOOK X READER

My whole life feels out of control, something I can’t grasp. Nothing ever goes my way, so trying to change it feels hopeless, useless. I’ve been told that hybrids can help, that having my own could give me a new reason to live, a new purpose for life. I guess there’s only one way to know.

HIS PUP - here

Hybrids AU

Namjoon is lonely, he lives a solitary life as a hacker and couldn’t be any more bored when he isn’t forgetting himself in his job. So what does he do to fix that? He adopts a dog.

SEOKJIN

MY LOVE - WATTPAD - complete

Soulmate AU

Meeting my soulmate, my real one for the first time did not happen the way it should have. But that doesn’t mean it can’t become something beautiful. Love takes time, patience and work, but that’s exactly what we can do, what we will do. Because love is a wonderful journey to experience with the one it’s meant to be shared with.

WHEN I’M WITH YOU - here

Alien AU

When a certain alien’s spaceship starts falling apart among the stars, he doesn’t have much choice but to do an emergency landing on the closest planet. Now in a world where no one pays him attention, this unknown terribly lonely and dark, his saving light eventually appears in the shape of a young woman. If someone had told him that he would find on this planet far away from his homeland the second half of his soul, he would have never believed them, yet here he is, standing in front of you.

YOONGI

FROM COLD TO LOVED - soon

Soulmate AU

Yoongi never believed what he heard about soulmate bonds. A perfect love that would bring him eternal happiness… he didn’t even know what that felt like, to be loved, so the thought of loving someone to that extent? It makes him want to scoff. Ridiculous. So it’s just his luck when the barista of his usual coffee shop gets replaced with someone new who doesn’t know his preferences, a young lady who just so happens to bear his mark - heterochromia eyes.

HOSEOK

THE EXILED PRINCE - soon

Magic/soulmate AU

Hoseok once lived his life for the people of his Kingdom - the Kingdom of Narva - that is, until he was banned and exiled by his frightened parents. His incredibly strong powers always scared the Royal Family, and even with his extensive training to get it under control, no harm done to anyone ever since, they remained cowards and sent him off to the Moonlight Death forests, a land that, as far as he knew, held no life except for those of dangerous creatures. His family surely wanted him dead, he easily understood that much, but they’d forgotten the fact that Hoseok could control every single particle of air around him to fuel his magic, such a precise control and power emanating from him that upon his arrival, the monsters didn’t attack him - they bowed at his feet. Or that is what he believed, until he was proved wrong. What waited for him from there was unlike anything he could ever imagine, with you standing in your glorious beauty right in front of him. Who would’ve known that his exile would send him straight to his mate?

JIMIN

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TAEHYUNG

DARLING - here

MYSTERY AU - TAEKOOK X READER

These two strangers, who I’ve met in the randomness of fate, so incredibly handsome and fascinating, seem to have set their sight on me. They’re already together, yet it seems like there’s a space free just for me. But… am I ready to handle the both of them at the same time? Is there more to this than the eye can see?

HIS POCKET FAIRY - here

Fairy AU

Everyone thought Taehyung would never care about anyone else but himself, he’s never given men and women alike more than an annoyed glare in all of his life after all, so he shocks more than one when he suddenly claims that he now has a fairy and that anyone that dares get too close shall face his wrath. “If I see you put a hand on my baby once more, I will ruin your life in ways that you have never imagined possible”.

JUNGKOOK

LOVING HYBRIDS - WATTPAD - complete

HYBRIDS AU - NAMKOOK X READER

My whole life feels out of control, something I can’t grasp. Nothing ever goes my way, so trying to change it feels hopeless, useless. I’ve been told that hybrids can help, that having my own could give me a new reason to live, a new purpose for life. I guess there’s only one way to know.

DARLING - here

MYSTERY AU - TAEKOOK X READER

These two strangers, who I’ve met in the randomness of fate, so incredibly handsome and fascinating, seem to have set their sight on me. They’re already together, yet it seems like there’s a space free just for me. But… am I ready to handle the both of them at the same time? Is there more to this than the eye can see?

SPARKLES OF FIRE - soon

Dragon AU

The fascinating little human that you are, Jungkook can’t help himself when he follows you through your town one day, his only hope being to strike up a conversation with you after he’s gathered enough courage. It sure wasn’t in his plans to protect you from kidnappers, and he especially wasn’t expecting to bring you to his home after finding out that your parents were the ones to sell you to those scumbags. Needless to say, Jungkook already knows he wants to make you his. He just doesn’t know how you’d feel about waking up to his mark on your neck. Yeah… maybe he was a little impulsive on that one.

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HIS PUP

Namjoon is lonely, he lives a solitary life as a hacker and couldn’t be any more bored when he isn’t forgetting himself in his job.

So what does he do to fix that? He adopts a dog.

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HORNS, BLOOD AND TAIL - OT7 - Supernatural/soulmates AU

Being a half-breed with vampire and dragon blood is a rare thing in this world, and it comes with its share of struggles. Moving out of home is a little scary, but apparently, the place where I'm going is already waiting for my arrival. We both hadn't expected what would happen upon our meeting, though.

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AMBER STARS - OT7 - Idols/soulmates - Chubby reader

Far from home, I always wished to become someone my parents would be proud of. But things don't always go according to plans, and mine failed miserably despite all my efforts. It's time to go back home, to a new life that's waiting for me.

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YOU BELONG

ALPHA! 0T7 (YOONMIN CENTRIC) X OMEGA!CHUBBY! READER A/B/O - SUGAR DADDY AU

CHAPTER 26 (4.2k words)

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Your POV

I turn in bed, knots filling my stomach and heart as I rethink over and over again about the fight. Did I perhaps go too far in my accusations? Gosh, I didn’t mean to be so mean. I don’t know what came over me.

I only wanted to let them know that I didn’t like them deciding everything for me, but instead ended up throwing a bucket of simmering anger over their head without warning. Namjoon’s reaction only fuelled that, and I lost sight of myself.

Now… what now? What happens if I’m not within their pack’s protection? Does that mean we can’t spend time together again? Will everything get awkward and stiff between us? Did I ruin everything by trying to speak up my mind?

I sigh deeply, then move out of bed to reach the kitchen, eyes glancing briefly at the time on the oven to find that it’s only three in the morning. I don’t even know if I managed to sleep an hour or two since, my mind unable to stop going over the fight again and again.

I make myself a glass of water and slowly drink it down, knowing very well that sleeping won’t be possible tonight.

Looking over the counter to find the cupcakes I’d made in Bora’s class left untouched makes me feel even worse, and I drop my weight over the counter, glass set aside and head in my hands. I’d made those thinking of the pack.

I foolishly hoped that I could have made them proud by giving them something that I made, to show them that I too could be good in the kitchen, if given the chance. It all sounds so stupid now, that I’m almost embarrassed about it.

None of what I’d hoped for happened, in the end, other than the fact that I indeed made something edible in a kitchen.

Oh well. What happened has happened, and I need to move forward. Today, I’m going outside again. I need to look for a job and that means pushing myself out of my comfort zone a whole lot more than I did yesterday.

I don’t know what kind of job someone like me can get, but I shouldn’t be too picky if I want to earn money. I’ll have to make myself presentable and wear something clean and formal. I don’t know how it’ll go, but unless I try, I’ll never find out.

Nodding to myself as I stand tall again, I move to the bathroom to get showered despite the early hour. Success won’t wait until I’m ready to live normally, so I’ll show my mates that I can be an omega they can be proud of, at all cost.

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The woman looks me up and down before pursing her lips, a hand to her chin before she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, you’re not exactly what we’re looking for here. Your makeup looks great, if maybe a little simple. Your clothes are perfect, but the body… our customers won’t feel comfortable if we hire you. Good luck in your search”.

I bite down a bitter remark, then bow before leaving the store. What has my body to do with selling their products? Why would my body shape make people uncomfortable? If anything, it’s their mindset that should make them uncomfortable!

Since I got here, I’ve visited a couple stores that had a job application on the front door. It didn’t look like any of their requirements would get in my way, but what they don’t say is that in the end, it’s not your skills that get you a job, it’s your face.

Or body, in my case. That’s been used a few times to reject me and I’m getting more offended than I am hurt. I look at the time on my phone to find that it’s already nearly ten in the morning, which acts as a bit of a shock to me.

Time went by so fast, I’ve been walking around here for three hours already? How did I not notice? To think that I haven’t found anything yet… how ridiculous. I huff on the sidewalk, then glare back when a human stares at me weird.

It’s possible that my not eating breakfast could have a say in why I feel particularly bothered by every looks I’m given right now, but after all that I heard so far… I don’t really want to eat. I look down at my body, a frown on my face.

I could handle not eating until tonight. Hell, I could probably starve for a whole week and still be fine.

Finding a park nearby, I cross the street before walking to a lone bench beneath a tree, then sit down with a droop to my shoulders. What kind of job can someone like me do that I haven’t attempted yet? Is there even one place out here that would accept me?

What did I do with In-yeop and Dal before my amnesia? I wonder if I could try to get my job back there… I haven’t tried any of the convenience stores either, maybe that would be easier for someone like me. I don’t think they really care who they hire as long as the job is done.

But how is working at a convenience store something my mates would be proud of? Maybe I’m trying to set the bar too high for what I’m able to achieve, but I really don’t want to get their pity by working a job they’d consider… lowly.

Damn it. I did say that I shouldn’t be too picky. I should start by re-evaluating my priorities. What is most important to me? Making my mates proud, or earning money? Priorities, Y/N. You can’t have everything at the same time.

I hear a car slow down behind me then, and I twist my neck slightly to find a police car parking on the side of the road, exactly where I am.

Great. This is just great. Did someone call the cops on me because I sat in the park? Is that forbidden for fat people too? Is there nothing I’m allowed in this city? I’m starting to feel very bitter, I would probably bite someone if given the chance.

Maybe I shouldn’t bite a cop, though.

With my eyes trained on the police car, mind already conjuring the worst scenarios possible, I can only tense up when the door opens to Hoseok the very next second, eyes widening when his gaze falls on me with a tight smile.

His scent of strawberry pie is sweet, though, and I relax a little as he comes over to sit next to me in his work uniform.

“What are you doing here, sweet bun?” he asks with a gentle voice, as if he’s afraid of scaring me off were he to talk a little louder. “I saw you crossing the street from one of the stores looking…” he pinches his lips lightly, “dejected? Angry? Did something happen?”

I look down, fingers twisting together nervously at his question. “It’s my first time seeing you in your work uniform. It looks good on you” I mutter instead of answering him. He just had to go straight to the point, huh? I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.

He hums, hands patting his pants to adjust some minor detail in the creases.

“Thank you, baby” he murmurs, lips pursing in unease. “Do you need me to drive you anywhere? Can I be of help to you? Or is leaving you alone what you need? I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, I can go if that’s better”.

I unconsciously grab his hand when he makes a move to stand up, and only then does he find out how cold they are. He scoots closer, both of his hands wrapping around mine to warm them up, eyes furrowed in thoughts as he tries to figure out what it is that I need most right now.

I sigh softly, knowing that I’m the one making things difficult at the moment. He just wants to help, there’s no reason for me to push him away.

“I’m sorry, Hobi. I’m just… it’s embarrassing, really. I was out looking for a job, but they keep using my body to refuse hiring me and I don’t know how to feel anymore. I want to make the pack proud, but it seems I keep failing no matter what I do, be it at home or out here”.

Hoseok’s eyes widen, seeing the shame in my eyes now that I’m not hiding it anymore. “They what?” he gasps while looking back at the store with new anger. “Baby, I’m sorry, that’s awful, no one should be treating you like that. How… how long have you felt this way?”

“Soon after I left the hospital, I guess” I admit quietly with a shrug. “At first, I was impressed by how great my mates were, I was proud. I mean, I still am. My mates are amazing and I’m so lucky to have them. I thought… once I’m back home, once things settle after a day or two, I can work hard too, I can be someone just as great, an omega that makes her alphas proud”.

Hoseok’s fingers tighten around mine, eyes downcast as he listens intently.

“My mind keeps telling me that part of doing so is by making you food, but none of you would let me help in the kitchen and… I don’t know. That made me feel like a failure. Like… I don’t know. I have only one spoon at my disposal, and it keeps breaking under my touch. When someone else uses it, it works just fine, but never when I do. I really want to make it work, though”.

“That’s why you signed up for that cooking class” he whispers, only now understanding why I did it. It should’ve been obvious, he saw how pained I was that they kept me out of the kitchen day after day, but he didn’t think it would have affected me that much.

“Maybe it’s linked to the past I can’t remember” I say with another small shrug. “Maybe my wolf has made links where they didn’t need to be made and now I’m stuck that way. Omega equals cooking equals worthy. I don’t know, but until I figure that out, I know that I want to deserve a place in your pack, and I’m just… not there yet”.

Hoseok wants to say so badly that I don’t need to be anything more than who I already am to deserve the pack, but he also understands my need so strongly, because he was the same, once. A young alpha with the desire to make his mates proud, to deserve the pack.

He wouldn’t have become a police chief if it wasn’t for them. Who else was going to protect them from silly laws otherwise? Many would say that such a way of thinking isn’t what a person of his rank should have, he should put the population’s safety first and his pack second, but Hoseok couldn’t do that even if he wanted to.

No, his job is there solely for his mates. He simply doesn’t care if he has to use his power and money to get them out of trouble, not that it would ever be needed. Either way, he understands more than anyone else the need to find a place that will make me belong by their side.

“What do you think will make you feel like you’re finally good enough for us?” he voices out his question after a minute of pondering, to which I hum as I look at the birds in the trees.

“That’s a good question, Hobi. Honestly, I know deep down that no matter what I do, I might never feel like I belong. That sense of belonging isn’t born out of something I own or do, it comes from inside, from here” I say as I tap a hand over my heart.

“I need to believe that I belong, but for now, I feel like I don’t even have the minimum criteria to make it there. That’s why I thought a job could be a nice place to start. That, and being a good cook. I want to see your faces light up when you eat my food. I don’t know where that need comes from, I just know that it’s very strong”.

Hoseok stares at me in silence, then speaks up softly, “Bun… could it be… is it something you feel like you would love doing every day? Not just for the pack or because you have to, but because you truly enjoy making food?”

It doesn’t even require any thinking for me to nod my head. “I think I would. Yesterday, during Bora’s class… you know, it felt good to make something under her guidance and end up with a result that made me happy. I felt accomplished for a moment, it made me want to do so much more”

His eyes blink softly, and a smile melts on his pink lips. “Bun, I think it’s possible that this could be a dream of yours. Just like Jimin dreamed of making clothes, and Jungkook dreamed of making video games. What if your dream is making food?”

I stare at him with round eyes, the words he just spoke sound almost too grand for someone like me and yet… something has never hit home as much as this does. “A dream… that sounds really nice, Hobi” I murmur quietly. “Bora and the others all said that I didn’t like cooking before, but it’s actually very enjoyable. I don’t know yet what I’d do with a dream like that, but I want to try more things, Hobi. I want to find out what I like, what I’m good at doing. No, even if I’m bad at it, I want to get better at the things that matter to me. Do you think it’s possible?”.

Hoseok’s face lights up with pure joy at my words, and he nods quickly, his eyes creasing beautifully. He holds my hands tight, squeezing them to encourage me. “Everything is possible, Y/N. Hearing you say that makes me very happy. Would it be asking for too much, for us to be there as you grow?”

I stare at him, heart twisting as I understand that my speech from yesterday made them believe that I didn’t want them near me at all. That’s not what I’d wanted to convey. It seems yesterday’s conversation wasn’t really understood that well after all, just as I’d feared.

“I would love for you to be there as I grow, Hobi” I muse softly. “Yesterday… I don’t think we understood each other the way we should have. It’s hard to figure things out, not just for me but for all of us. Namjoon was very mad… do you think he’ll want to see me again?” I let out with a worried frown that he’d immediately kiss away had yesterday night not happened.

“Of course Namjoon will want to see you again. You just have to know, bun… we had a talk together yesterday, and we figured out that it was best to not include you in the pack right now. Hear me out first” he says the end before I can counter his statement, a finger gently pressed onto my lips.

“It’s really not as terrible as it sounds. It’s a decision we made to give you time to figure out who you are, and I know how it sounds. We decided something without asking you first, again. We did hear you, though, which is exactly why we made that decision”.

I purse my lips, brows furrowing heavily as I try to not let it hurt me. He sighs deeply, hand patting mine lightly.

“We keep thinking that everything will be fine if we do what we’re used to doing as a pack with you, but that has always ended up going wrong. We thought about it, Y/N. Why does it always go wrong? Then I realized that with us, you have no space to grow. Why would we let you do anything when we can do it for you? Why would seven alphas allow their only omega to struggle when we can keep her in a comfortable nest all the time?”

He releases a dry chuckle then. “It’s restricting, being surrounded by us like that, isn’t it? That’s what we realized, yesterday. We keep you from learning and we justify it by saying that it’s only our way of caring for you. It’s second nature for us to do everything for you. But it’s not what you need, right?”

I sheepishly shake my head to answer him, and he smiles kindly. “This is why we decided to exclude you from the pack for now. By doing so, you’re not expected to listen to pack rules, Y/N. You don’t owe the pack anything, and you can do whatever you want without worry”.

Oh, so that’s why.

“What about you, though?” I ask, knowing that it can’t be that simple. “For me to get my freedom and do things however I want, what does that mean for you? Are you pulling back from being my mates as well?”

His eyes widen. “What? No, not at all. In reality… this is good for all of us, since it gives us time to get to know each other individually as mates. Forming a pack with a new wolf… it’s usually kept at the end of months of courting. We were just too fast” he explains seriously, body facing me and hands holding mine close to his heart.

“Had we done things the right way, we would have slowly gotten to know you. We would have brought you little presents, first scentless, to share our affection with you. Then, after a while, we would’ve brought some scented items like clothes and candles, to let you know that you have a home in us, should you want that. We would’ve asked for permission to scent you, a few days later. Never taking a yes for granted, because you’re to be treasured.

“From time to time, we would’ve taken you out on dates, the seven of us, to show you what it’s like to be loved and cared for by us. To show you what a life by our side could look like every day. We would have mentioned cuddles in a nest to entice you and our hugs would have lasted a little longer, hoping to get your scent on us. Then, and only then, would we have offered you a place in our pack”.

He kisses my knuckles softly. “Any normal pack would have done so from the moment they met you, but we are seven alphas who’ve never had to deal with another second gender intimately. We’re used to going straight to the point because that’s what alphas do”.

He snickers a little. “You’re an omega to seven alphas who don’t know anything about your second gender other than the fact that you need to be protected and loved. That makes for very eager and impatient mates, don’t you think?”

I share his amused smile, feeling a little better already. There’s something about Hoseok that feels like peace, it’s never complicated with him. “Considering that I was particularly traumatised back then… yeah, that does sound like a chaotic mess waiting to happen”.

He chuckles, fingers tender as they caress my cheek.

“Exactly. It seems we’re slow to understand things when it comes to you, and I’m sorry that you had to suffer so much because of us. We’ll do better. That’s why we intend to start over, from square one. We’ll earn your consent, one day at a time. If you say no, we make a step back and wait.

“That means we’ll need you to let us know when you need anything from us. The biggest change you’ll see, bun, is that we will no longer take you for granted. You are an omega to be courted by us, by your mates. Your pace will be our teacher, and your words, our master”.

I breathe in slowly as I process what he’s saying. “That means… you won’t do anything that I haven’t explicitly consented to, right? You won’t seek cuddles, you won’t scent or even stay the night, not unless I ask you to”.

“That’s right” he hums softly, hand still on my cheek and stroking it with love, the only affection he allows himself right now as my mate.

We’ve already cuddled so it’s hard to pretend like this isn’t something we both want, but he also holds so dearly the process that he and the others are attempting to start, which is to do what they should’ve done back then, when Jimin and Yoongi first met me.

“I had that conversation with Jimin, on the day I left the hospital. He’d said that you guys would not initiate anything anymore, that only what I want to happen would happen. I told him that I didn’t want that, that it wasn’t the right way to do things”.

He nods. “I remember. I know why you’re bringing that up, sweet bun. It’s not the same this time. We’re not going to pull back and never initiate anything ever again, it’s just that we’ll do things differently. You don’t have to be scared, we’re not putting all the decisions on you”.

“Yeah… yeah, okay. That’s good, then. I just didn’t want everything to fall on my shoulders, I think that would have been too much for me to deal with” I admit, relief making my next breath easier to take.

“It won’t come to that” Hoseok reassures me, forehead bumping softly against mine as he leans in.

“See it that way, if it helps. We’re now requesting your attention, rather than expecting it. We’re requesting to spend time with you, and if you can’t, we contemplate another day that would work better for you. If I crave cuddles, I will ask you if we can cuddle, the same way that you can ask for company during the night if you’re uncomfortable on your own. We’re not taking everything away from you, that wouldn’t do any good to either one of us”.

“Thank you for taking the time to explain everything to me, Hobi” I murmur, eyes closing to better enjoy this intimate moment. “If you’d only told me that I wasn’t included in the pack anymore without saying why, I would have panicked and expected the worst”.

“Of course” he says softly. “Don’t see what’s happening as a loss but as a gain. We all gain from this”.

He pulls back after giving us a few more seconds, then tucks some strands of hair from my face. “I have to get back to work, baby. Will you be fine here on your own? Are you sure you don’t need me to drive you anywhere?”.

I purse my lips lightly. “I’m not going home until I’ve tried all of the shops around here. I’m sure there ought to be one out there that could be good for me. Maybe I can ask In-yeop or Dal if they know of any places that are hiring”.

He hums softly. “Alright, you do that, baby. Let us know if we can do anything to help, okay? Anything at all”.

“I will” I assure him, now feeling so much better than when I woke up this morning. I feel stronger, more confident. His trust in me and their efforts to give me what I need to grow as well as our bond, it’s pure fuel for the power that feeds my soul.

Before he can stand from the bench, I wrap my arms around him for a tight hug, head resting on his chest where his heart is beating loudly. There is no need for words as his arms hug me back just as strongly. Silence can communicate love just as well.

“You’ve got this, baby. Show them who you are, and make them regret not hiring you if they ever turn you down” he encourages. “Don’t forget that your mate is a police chief. I’m here to take you out of jail if you ever make it there, but you have to make it count. Don’t go down without giving one heck of a good punch in the face, otherwise I’m leaving you there”.

I giggle against his shoulder. “Hobi! You shouldn’t abuse of your power like that!”

He grins. “Oh but baby, that’s precisely why I gained this power. To protect my mates”.

He pats my back before standing up. “And time is ticking. Give me a call if someone’s giving you trouble, I’ll be there in a flash” he says with a wave of the hand as he hurries back to the car, leaving me right where I was in the first place, but feeling so much better.

I hum to myself, then raise my fists at my sides in an encouraging manner. I’ve got this.

I’ll say though, asking my friends for help is a very good idea, I don’t know why I didn’t think of asking them sooner. Grabbing my phone, I make a group chat with the three of them before typing in my current situation. Hopefully that gets me somewhere.

NEXT

Bookverse - BTS × HP Fic's

Sobre as histórias: Todas as histórias acontecem no Universo Harry Potter | As histórias de todos os membros se conectam, mas é possível ler os membros isolados | apesar de ser no universo de HP, o próprio menino de ouro nem é tão relevante assim | Personagens que estão mortos na saga original podem aparecer (só vamos seguindo.)

📜 Escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts

Prezado/a Sr/a

Temos o prazer de convidar v.Sa à escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts, para acompanhar alguns de nossos alunos em suas aventuras pelo castelo.

Estamos anexando a lista dos jovens que irão conviver, e suas respectivas casas.

Atenciosamente,

Minerva McGonagall, diretora.

🦁 Kim Seokjin • 🐍Min yoongi • 🦨Jung Hoseok • 🐦‍⬛Kim Namjoon

🐍Park Jimin • 🐦‍⬛Kim Taehyung • 🦁Jeon Junghook

0.1 Jeon Jungkook Grifinório x Leitora Sonserina

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK¹ 🔮 Amortentia | J.JK²

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK³

0.2 NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ¹ 🔮Poção do Ódio | K.NJ²

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ³

0.3 Coming Soon

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Amortentia | J.JK³

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.

Palavras: 1.329

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

Avisos: Nenhum 😊

N/A: Esse é o último do J.k, então rezemos para Deus do criatividade nos ajudar com os próximos, amém? Amém!

J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³

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"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem" o loiro diz, fazendo com que a sonserina o encarasse com pior ódio. Se olhares matassem, o de S/n definitivamente seria um Avada Kedrava.

"Fofocas não me interessam, mas já que temos dois nomes, Sr. Jeon e Senhorita S/S, por favor, venham" Dessa vez  a garota não conseguiu controlar sua feição de desgosto, quando Jeon saiu de seu lado, e tomou o lugar do professor.

"O que sente, Sr. Jeon?" O mais velho pergunta, e os olhos de jabuticaba do rapaz a encaram intensamente a morena que infelizmente ficou bem a sua frente "Livros, café, madeira e cereja ." Um silêncio mortal se ascentou na sala, e Sn não conseguia parar de o encarar. Aquele não poderia ser o seu cheiro... Os livros café e madeira são completamente justificáveis, e bem, talvez ele gostasse muito de cereja.

"Senhorita S/s, por favor, venha" Snape a chama, e colocando um sorriso educado e trocando de lugar com o grifinório.

Conforme se aproximava o cheiro já familiar, se aflorava, mas mesmo assim, ela resolveu se inclinar sob o caldeirão e dramaticamente inala o perfume.

"E a senhorita, o que sente?" O professor pergunta, fazendo seu coração acelerar, e voltar a sua posição normal, antes de responder, também olhando para Jeon, que parecia incrivelmente nervoso.

"Professor Snape" a voz de Dumbledore soa na sala quieta, e silenciosamente a garota solta o ar que não sabia que soltava. "Preciso que libere nossas queridos alunos mais cedo..." O tom do diretor indicava que tinha alguma coisa muito séria acontecendo , mas no momento isso não importava.

    Então livres do professor, a classe toda pega seus pertences saindo em um alto burburinho de vozes, os Fazendo Soar como um caldeirão efervescente. Estavam falando sobre o que acabou de acontecer? Sobre Dumbledore? Jeon realmente sentiu seu perfume? S/n não sabia, mas também não pretendia ficar para descobrir. Rapidamente o garoto pegou suas coisase saiu do sala, que já começava a licar pequena sobre ela.

   Enquanto caminhava, torcia para que Jean não estivesse atrás delo, enquanto tentava entender: A) Por quê seu coração batia tão forte e rápido; B) Por quê se incomodava tanto com Jungkook, sua presença, suas piadas, sua beleza, seu cheiro...; e é Claro C) Por quê raios ela sentiu o cheiro dele no Amortentia?

Quando enfim chegou à biblioteca Sentiu -se relaxar um tanto, afinal poderia tentar se entender. Porém antes de conseguir chegar em uma mesa qualquer, seu corpo sofre com forte sobressalto, e tudo que consegue fazer é fechar os olhos, e soltar um gritinho de surpresa.

Os abrindo novamente, S/n vê Jeon Jungkook, o corpo grande e musculoso à sua frente, uma feição de urgência, com as sobrancelhas juntas, e seus olhos castanhos o olhando pedinte.

"Cobrinha..." sua voz era baixa, tanto pelo local quanto pela proximidade, e ele tinha aquela mesma cara de sofrido da primeira vez que viu sua pilha de livros "vamos conversar"

"Sobre o que, Jeon?" Ela tentou manter sua mesma cara de sempre, enquanto procurava um modo de escapar, quando o rapaz apoiou uma de suas mãos na prateleira, bem a altura de sua cabeça, conseguindo a prender. Pelo menos foi isso que pensou, esqueiramdo-se rapidamente como uma cobra, a sonserina vai dali, e passa a caminhar como e se estivesse em busca de algum livro, qualquer um.

"É sério?" Ele estava praticamente balbuciando atrás da garota. "Eu falei pra sala inteira que senti seu cheiro, no amortentia e você vai falar nada?"

Suspirando, a garota decide agir de modo que sabe que irá afastar, assim sendo, como alguém esnobe e sem apresso algum ao rapaz, s/n se vira pra ele, e com um sorriso falso barra educado diz, coma mão no altura do peito, para efeito dramático "sinto muito", mas isso só faz com que Jungkook apenas gruna. Suspirando ele continua atrás da menor, que continuava a fingir que não encontrava um exemplar específico.

"Sn, espera!" Ele a segurou pelo pulso, e teve que pensar rápido. Se teve algo que percebeu sobre a garota, é que S/n é tão competitiva quanto ele, e ele tinha que trazer esse lado dela à tona. Suspirando o moreno finge mudar de ideia, e mostra suas mãos em sinal de paz, "tudo bem, já entendi, não precisa admitir." Jeon observa uma das sobrancelhas da garota se erguer, e ele se vira para voltar para seus pertences, sorri convencido, mas ele mal consegue dar um passo sem sentir a garota o agarrar os braços.

"Desculpa, admitir? Admitir o quê, Jeon?" Foi a vez então do rapaz olhar distraído para as lombadas dos livros.

"Você sabe, que está caidinha por mim..." O rapaz aperta a ponte do nariz, em uma excelente encenação, o que começou de fato, a irritar. "Tudo bem cobrinha, seu segredo está seguro comigo."

"O que te faz pensar, que tenho uma quedinha por você?" A sonserina então cruza os braços, e o moreno sabia que só precisava a apertar mais um pouquinho.

"Achei que uma sonserina tão inteligente como você, soubesse" o sorriso de Jeon era irritante, Sn não acreditava que aquele grifinório realmente acreditava que você sentisse algo romântico por ele.

Jungkook se aproxima da menor, que da passos para trás, ficando encurralada entre ele e os livros mais uma vez. "O jeito como me olha, como finge não gostar quando te chamo de 'cobrinha', como você mascara todo esse sentimento com raiva, e hoje, quando fugiu pra não dizer que sentiu meu cheiro..."

Aquela proximidade não fazia nada bem para alguém como ela. Definitivamente foi o cheiro de Jeon que sentira no amortentia, mas ela jamais iria admitir. Aquele corpo que ela podia sentir com seu, claramente bem definido em baixo do uniforme, e aquele rosto convencido muito perto do dela, com seu hálito de menta, e lábios bem definidos.

"... Mas tudo bem querer me beijar, várias querem..." O rapaz termina, com sua mão próximo a cabeça da garota. Ela ri pelo nariz, desacreditada. Ambos os corações batiam forte contra seus peitos, mas as bochechas avermelhadas da garoto a denunciavam muito mais que ela gostaria.

"Escuta aqui Jeon, acho que depois dessas semanas, você saberia que..."

"Que você quer me beijar? É eu sei" Jungkook a interrompe, a fazendo respirar fundo para não perder sua postura. Merlim, como ela queria tirar aquele sorrisinho convencido dele daquele rosto.

"Quer saber, acredite no que quiser" é o que ela diz, antes de o empurrar levemente - já que o corpo do rapaz era mais pesado, que parecia. Mas tudo o que ele faz é rir levemente, e a segurar novamente pelo pulso, nada forte, apenas para a segurar.

Jungkook aproxima lentamente seu rosto da garota, vendo como os olhos femininos passeiam por seu rosto, sua respiração falhando conforme ele chegava mais perto. O moreno finalmente junta os lábios, sentindo a respiração de s/n falhar, e a própria tomar a iniciativa de aprofundar o ósculo.

Uma das mãos de Jeon segurava a cintura da menor, e a outra, ele mantinha em seu maxilar, segurando o rosto da garoto, conforme controlava seus movimentos. S/n por sua vez, guiada pelo desejo puxava o corpo do rapaz para colar ainda mais contra o seu.

"Então a hortelã é do seu hálito..." a garota comenta distraída, quando se solta do rapaz, e ela o observa ficar confuso apesar do sorriso nos lábios, agora levemente inchados "hortelã, madeira, sabonete e roupa limpa" o sorriso de Jeon aumenta ao perceber que era seu cheiro que ela sentiu no Amortentia, e estava o descrevendo.

"Viu? Não foi tão ruim, admitir não é?!" As sobrancelhas de Jeon brincam, quando ele ri, a apertando mais contra si, quando sentiu que ela tentou se afastar, rolando os olhos.

"Você fala de mais Jeon" ela conseguiu reclamar, e ele se abaixou, falando contra os lábios dela "mas você adora", antes de a beijar novamente.

E de novo...

E de novo...

E de novo...

Poção do Ódio | K.NJ¹

NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Palavras: 1.316

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

Avisos: um duelo ali,e só.

N/A: Eu deveria escrever uma dinâmica diferente de enemies to lovers? Sim. Eu consigo? Aparentemente não. Mas vamos fingir que esse é estrangers enemies to lovers, e tentar escrever uma dinâmica diferente.

K. NJ¹ | K.NJ² | K.NJ³

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Assim que pisou em hogwarts, Kim Namjoon soube que sua vida de trouxa estava ficando para trás. Todos os dias em que alguém o tinha xingado, olhado torto, e o julgado como estranho não o incomodariam mais. Pois até onde ele sabia, todos ali eram um pouco como ele.

Conforme os recém-chegados conheciam o castelo, Namjoon fazia anotações mentais sobretudo o que aprendeu sobre a escola: os fantasmas, os professores, os quadros, e as casas. O lugar é famoso por dividir seus alunos em quatro caras distintas, baseando-se em personalidade. Não que a ideia o agradasse, mas o que poderia fazer?

"Essa é a coisa mais idiota que já vi..." um rapaz resmungou com escárnio ao seu lado. Namjoon concorda com acabeço, e o menino com olhos de gato continuou: "Que tipo de idiota sádico separa crianças e faz elas competirem entre si?"

Namjoon descobriu depois que o nome do garoto era Min Yoongi, e o Chapéu Seletor o mandou para a sonserina, sem muito rodeios. Poético, Namjoon pensou.

"Hum... eu te vejo rapaz..." Disse o Chapéu quando a professora Mcgonagall colocou sob a cabeça de Nam, após o chamar para a grande cadeira. " Você possui uma grande mente curiosa, mas ainda muito ordinária... É preciso sair da sua zona de conforto, jovem. Para onde você vai, você conhecerá o extraordinário... Corvinal!"

Kim Namjoon não pode dizer que o Chapéu estava errado. A torre onde residem era bonita, a cor azul e pássaros podiam ser vistos, mas rapidamente os espaços foram preenchidos por adornos de outros corvinais. Namjoon acabou dividindo o quarto com Taehyung, e logo os dois se tornaram grandes amigos.

Um grupo logo se formou: Kim Namjoon e Kim Taehyung (Corvinal), Kim Seokjin e Jeon Jungkook (Grifinória), Park Jimin e Min Yoongi (Sonserina) e Jung Hoseok ( Lufa-lufa). E conforme os anos foram passando, seus nomes foram ficando cada vez mais conhecidos pelo castelo. De algum modo Nanijoon se tornaram "famosos" entre os alunos de hogwarts, cada umse destacando ao seu modo, e de acordo com um dos comentários de Jimin, as garotas de todas as casas estavam caidinhas por eles.

Mas Nam nunca dera atenção para tal fato. Até uma aula específica da professora Trelawney, onde eles deveriam aprender a ler o futuro em folhas de chá. Ele nunca gostou das aulas da professora, sempre pensando em si como um homem dos pensamentos críticos, o completo oposto das aulas de "Adivinhação" do escocesa. Porém para seu descontentamento a professora gosta muito dele, e por isso vive em sua cola. A mulher ruiva observava atentamente a xícara de chá que Kim acabara de tomar.

"Eu vejo..." sua voz era baixa, como se estivesse vendo algo horrendo no futuro do aluno. "Uma garota... n-não, são. duas! Duas garotas!" Namjoon observou o espanto nos olhos da professora, aumentados por suas grossas lentes de óculos. "Mas você deve ter cuidado..."

Quando comentou sobre com Taehyung na mesa do almoço, o rapaz apenas deu de ombros, observando que dados os acontecimentos de hogwarts, qualquer coisa pode acontecer. E Namjoon aceitou suas palavras, uma vez que seu amigo não estava completamente errado.

Foi durante uma das aulas de feitiço com o professor Flitwick, que Kim Namjoon a notou. Ela estava junto aos outros alunos da lufa-lufa, ao lado de seu amigo Jung Hoseok, e para sua surpresa, a garota já olhava, com as sobrancelhas franzidas e o rosto contorcido em uma careta nada feliz, mas quando alguém ao seu lado percebe, a cutuca, e ela se vê obrigada a desviar o olhar. Mas Nanjoon continuou a observar; Seus olhos pareciam mudar de cor conforme a luz do Sol os tocava, e sua pele parecia tão viçosa, que ele começava a se perguntar se ela era dali, ou se era de fora, como Lisette Moreau da frança.

"Tudo bem crianças," o pequeno corpo do professor surgiu à visão de Kim, que finalmente começou a se perguntar o motivo de estarem fora de suas salas, e ter uma enorme mesa no meio da sala. "Hoje nós teremos uma aula diferente... Nosso querido diretor, Dumbledore e o professor charmoso Gilderoy, me pediram para dar asegunda aula de duelos."

Após passarem pelo básico dos duelos, como "Como se comportar ", "Como segurar a varinha", que na verdade consistia apenas em Hermione respondendo tudo a toda hora. Finalmente Flitwick solicitou pelo menos uma pessoa que quisesse duelar. Namjoon observou ma lufana que observava, levantar as mãos ansiosamente.

Assim que a garota subiu a mesa, tirou sua capa e parecia àvida para começar. Conforme ela arregaçava as mangas da camisa, Namjoon observava boquiaberto. Ele nunca tinha visto um ato tão...mundano, parecer ser tão atraente.

"Senhor Namjoon, por que não duela, uma vez que o Senhor parece bem investido no duelo ?!" Professor Flitlick chama a atenção de todos para o corvinal. Kim apenas confirma envergonhado, subindo à mesa, e repetindo os mesmos gestos da garota.

"Muito bem, Senhorita S/S, você focará em feitiços de ataque, e senhor Namjoon, você focará em feitiços de defesa, certo ?!"

Os dois alunos concordam, e se posicionam do modo correto. Eassim que o professor dá as ordens para que o duelo se inicie, a lufana inicia de prontidão, lançando um forte "bombarda " sob seus pés, o assustando. Kim demora para se reerguer, e é atingido em seguida por um "Diffindo" entre seus pés, criando uma enorme rachadura na mesa.

Completamente perdido, Namjoon tenta pensar em algum feitiço de defesa, mas tudo o que consegue, é perceber que sua parceira de duelo parecia incrivelmente prova com ele. A garota para de lançar feitiços esperando Kim Namjoon reagir. O moreno olha em volta e percebe todos o olhando com expectativa, e seu professor parecia encantado com a garota.

"Fumus!" Namjoon lança, e em seguindos uma cortina de fumaça surge pela sala. O rapaz que acreditou ter sido uma boa ideia, cegar a sua oponente, mas o moreno não pensou que no processo, ele também perderia sua visão.

O corvinal sente suas pernas se colarem, e percebe que foi atingido pelo feitiço "Locomotor Mortis". Os dois esperam pela fumaça se dissipar em silêncio, e Namjoon aguarda com o feitiço de defesa na ponta da língua.

Kim nunca se sentiu tão pressionado em toda a sua vida, e ele estava apenas em uma aula. Se concentrando para proferir as palavras certas, ele escutauma risadinha zombateira. A lufana então surge vociferando três feitiços seguidos:

"Confundo!"

" Expelliarmus!"

"Everte Statium!"

Kim Namjoon então se perdeu em pensamentos, esquecendo das palavras que profeceria, sua varinha ser arrancada de suas mãos à força, e então seu corpo ser jogado no ar, e rodar por conta própria. Ele sentiu tudo dentro de si se contorcer, e tudo o que ele começou a desejar que seu corpo atingisse o chão logo, para que sua tortura acabasse logo.

Porém seu corpo não o atingiu como esperava. Quando tudo e todos paravam de girar, o moreno abre seus olhos mesmo com medo de vomitar todo seu almoço, e se espanta ao ver sua oponente abaixando lentamente sua varinha, e ele pode finalmente relaxar.

"Muito bem... isso foi..." Professor Flitwick surgiu os observando, mas o corvino, e a lufana se encaravam intensamente. Ele tentando entender o motivo da sua clara e mortífera raiva, enquanto ela tentava controlar sua respiração e sentimentos. "Acho que podemos dizer que a Senhorita S/S ganhou, certo? 50 pontos para a Lufa-lufa!"

O salão que estava em silêncio irrompeu em comemorações amarelas. A "Senhorito S/s" desapareceu, enquanto Namjoon ainda tentava não vomitar, mas logo Hoseok estava ao seu lado, o ajudando a se levantar com calma, para o levar à enfermaria

"O quê você fez para S /n te odiar tanto assim?" O menino perguntou fazendo uma careta, sem receber uma resposta clara, mas ele conhecia o amigo, e entendeu que ele mesmo não fazia ideia. "Olha se eu fosse vocês descobria logo..."