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☯️STRAY KIDS☯️

CHAN:

Cheeky Little Lover Boy:

you playfully tease Chan with kisses, sparking a lighthearted and loving exchange between you two.

tease;

chan introduces you to his industry friends but also teases you a bit when you get shy to meet your ult bias: niki - enhypen

REACTIONS:

S/O with ADHD/forgetful

walking out in an argument

🔯BTS 🔯

REACTIONS:

S/O who is not scared by scary things

reading flushed part two

Word count:

Pairing: x {/reader}

Genre:

Rating:

Warnings:

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all throughout the day namjoon clung to you, and now you were in the living room, you on your phone and him reading, the same book from this morning, with your legs on his lap, his hand on your upper thigh. suddenly he stumbled upon a sex scene, and the more he read it, the more he thought, thought of you both in place of the characters.

the more he read the more"invested" he got, completely subconsciously, squeezing your thigh. when he had reached the end, where both the characters had reached their climax, where they were catching their breaths, namjoon zoned out while staring at the pages of the book, appearing to still be reading when in actuality he was envisioning all the other things he would do to you, and soon his mind wondered to edging. he imagined using his tongue to drive you to your climax just to rip it away, again and again, until you are a sobbing mess, all with his tongue alone.

until you are literally begging him to fuck you. the more he thought about it the more his grip on your thigh would tighten. as a fellow reader you had read the book he was currently reading, and had recommended it to him. you had known about the sex scene before. it confused you why he was SO affected by such little things, when you both had read worse and hotter stories. as you were pondering as to why he was so affected by this, you heard the ever so soft whisper of your name, followed by another squeeze of your thigh, then it hit you, you were shocked when you realized that you were the reason he was so horny and you didn't even have to try.

you looked at your phone to check the time seeing it was 10: 00 p.mm namjoon closed his book, setting it aside, and using his left hand that was previously holding the now set aside book, he took your phone out your hand turning it off and setting it aside as well before looking at you and asking

"you've been doing this on purpose haven't you. "

"What?" you asked innocently

"that " he replied pointing at your face .

"those innocent eyes, looking up at me as if begging me to make them roll, and those pouty lips just begging for my dick between them." he continued with a lustful look in his eyes, and a deep husky voice, leaning in as he spoke. his eyes were now on your lips, your faces just centimeters apart, his right hand on your thigh, then he kissed you hungrily. he licked your lower lip, requesting entrance, to which you granted. after the kiss was over and you pulled apart a string of saliva remained, connecting you both. he used his grip on your thigh to pull you onto his lap and immediately started kissing your neck, causing you to giggle.

he looked up at you "what, did i do something wrong?" he asked. "No I'm just ticklish." you replied giggling.

PART - 3

“Cursed” Main Preview

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together.

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, light smut as in making out, BITING, sucking blood, Jimin being a vampy asshole.

Word Count: 810

Summary: Jimin has hired you as his new club’s bartender, and now he wants to see if you’re up for the job. You might be able to handle pouring and making drinks, but can you handle being the drink?

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Jimin made himself comfortable on a stool. “Let’s take a break, shall we? Pour me a drink?”

“What would you like?” I asked, knowing he was actually testing me.

He hummed, tapping a finger to his chin like he was actually thinking about it. “How about a cojinganmek?” he said.

“Please. Give me a challenge,” I said, rolling my eyes. I quickly made the drink, set a napkin down, and presented it to him.

“Very nice,” he said, smiling once more. He downed the drink easily, dabbing at his mouth with the napkin once he was done.

“Want anything else?” I asked, not being serious. He did have to drive home, after all.

Jimin leaned over the counter, putting his chin in his hand delicately, eyeing me closely with amusement dancing in his eyes. “A kiss.”

I did a double-take, nearly dropping the glass I was holding. Jimin laughed outright, standing up. He placed a hand on the bar counter and vaulted over it easily, light and graceful. I stepped back, suddenly nervous. He came close anyway, placing a hand on either side of me, effectively trapping me with my back to the bar. “That’s what I want,” he said, his voice deepening. “Is that what you want?”

I opened my mouth but no words came out. He smelled so good, and he bit down on his bottom lip, making the offer doubly enticing. I couldn’t explain how he drew me in despite all my misgivings, but he’d managed to do it. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since our non-date, and I’d secretly hoped he’d invite me out again. Sure, I’d play hard-to-get, but at least then I’d know it was for real and not some ploy. Either way, even if he wasn’t planning on sticking around, I still wanted him. Whatever I might have with Jimin might draw me out of my bitter shell and allow me to finally move on and start dating again.

Jimin leaned in, and I couldn’t help turning my head to the side, squeezing my eyes closed. “I won’t ask again, y/n,” he breathed into my ear. “Do you want this?”

All my resolve and logic screamed at me to say no, but I threw all of that out the window with one shaky syllable. “Y-Yes.”

Jimin let out a deep chuckle, the pride of victory dripping from his voice. “I knew you would.”

He turned and kissed my cheek, leaving feathery kisses along my face until he reached my lips, fully enveloping them with his own. He agonizingly took his time, feeling my mouth with his, drawing a palm upward to rest on my cheek. Impatient, I slipped my fingers through the belt loops on his pants and snapped his hips into mine, to which he groaned and grabbed my waist with both hands, squeezing tight. Suddenly he lifted me onto the counter and shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting me from all angles. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, tugging him as close as possible. We broke apart, panting, and I gasped as he started kissing my neck, going further and further down until he reached my sweet spot where my neck and shoulder connected.

I let out a moan. This was exactly what I needed. “Jimin, oh Jimin, that feels good,” I groaned incoherently.

He growled in response. “Agreed.”

Suddenly, I felt teeth on my skin, and he lightly nipped up and down my neck which I knew would blossom into small bruises later. “Careful,” I sighed, not wanting hickeys everywhere.

He didn’t stop, though. He bit at my sweet spot, hard, and sucked. “Jimin, wait, that kind of hurts,” I murmured, putting my hands on his chest and giving a light push. He didn’t budge, merely grunting in response.

His lips came apart from my skin with a pop, and I thought he was done, but then I felt something graze my skin once more before he bit down on my neck, hard. “Ouch!” I yelped, pushing him backward. Despite my use of force, his body didn’t give way, his hands around my waist firmly keeping me in place.

“Jimin, stop! Let go!” I cried out, feeling warm liquid drip down my neck. Slurping and sucking sounds were the only thing I got in response. Was he… drinking my blood? I cried out, struggling as hard as I could to no avail. I started feeling light-headed and nauseous as he continued feeding on me, gulping down my blood as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

My vision started going spotty, and the last thing I saw before everything went black was him pulling back, gasping. Bloody, pointed fangs protruded from his mouth, the color matching his eyes which were now a deep, cold red.

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Master List

Main Preview (Angst, Light Smut)

Not-A-Date Date with Jimin (Angst, Fluff)

First Time with Taehyung (Fluff, Smut)

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Main Preview (Angst)

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Here is my Prompt List you can choose from if you wish.

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“Becoming His” Part One, Part Two (with Smut), Part Two (without Smut), Part Three, Part Four (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut

You just moved in, and your new neighbor is not only incredibly handsome but also unbelievably friendly. Could there be something real there, or will the fact that he’s slowly taking control of every aspect of your life threaten the love blossoming between you two?

“Red Flame” Part One, Part Two ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

Your boyfriend forgot date night. Again.

“Good Enough” ~ Drabble, Fluff

It’s exam season and you are feeling all kinds of overwhelmed. Luckily, your sweetheart of a boyfriend is here to cheer you on.

“Always Loved You” ~ One-Shot, Fluff

Memories of your childhood sweetheart reappear as you walk through the town you used to vacation at, filling you with happiness. That happiness is nothing compared to when your childhood love himself reappears.

“And Then He Was Gray” Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six (End) ~ One-Shot, Smut, Fluff

Your best friend brings you to a kick-back, insisting on setting you up with one of her friends. You begrudgingly comply until he enters the party, forcing you to reveal a secret side of yourself.

“Make This Work” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

You have to move away from your idol boyfriend, who is already plenty busy. Will your relationship survive?

“Paint Me Over” ~ One-Shot, Smut

It’s the height of the Renaissance in Italy, and Yoongi keeps getting distracted from completing his latest painting by none other than you.

“I Need U Girl” ~ Drabble, Angst, Fluff

Yoongi begins to grow distant so you do the same, hoping it will make your inevitable break-up less painful.

“I Missed You” ~ One-Shot, Smut

Your sugar daddy idol Hoseok has come home, and he missed you like hell.

“Pillow Talk” ~ One-Shot, Smut

You come home to find your roommate in your room doing unspeakable things to your pillow.

“Tears and Tulips” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

Hoseok just wants a guys’ night and you just want to spend time with him.

“Summer Portrait” Part One, Part Two ~ One-Shot, Fluff

Vampire Jimin invites you to his summer villa to paint a portrait of him since he can’t see his reflection in mirrors.

“Through Hell” ~ One-Shot, Angst (Trigger Warning)

Your abusive boyfriend has hit your for the last time, thanks to an orange-haired stranger.

“It’s Crazy” Part One, Part Two (End) ~ Drabble, Angst

You and Jimin used to be the loves of each others’ lives. And now? You’re nothing more than strangers.

“Caught” Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three (COMING SOON!) ~ Mini-Series, Yandere, Angst, Smut (Trigger Warning)

Based on the plot of “365 DNI” paired with inspiration from the “Save Me” BTS MV universe/webtoon, Kim Taehyung was the absolute love of your life… until he became a murderer. With him serving a life sentence in prison, you were finally free to live out the rest of your life however you wanted. Just when you thought you were at the top of your game, ready to take on the world, Taehyung reappears like a monster not even your worst nightmares could dream up. He gives you a year to fall in love with him, but now the question is, can monsters even be loved?

“Never Really Over” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

Your ex-boyfriend Kim Taehyung seems to be everywhere these days. Will the feelings you had for him ever go away?

“Buzzed” Part One, Part Two, Part Three (COMING SOON!) ~ One-Shot, Smut, Angst

Bartender Jungkook eases you through a painful break-up with a little alcohol and a whole lotta sexiness.

“Connect Two” ~ One-Shot, Angst, Fluff

You were in love with Jeon Jungkook the entire three years of your high school career, but he paid you no mind as another girl captured his interest. Now, reunited at a party years later, you try to avoid him.

(COMING SOON! Submit those requests!)

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Here is my Prompt List you can choose from if you wish.

Rules: No abuse, no weapons, NO SMUT. They are too young of a group for smut requests at this time. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the angst, romance, and fluff!) If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

Note: All rights reserved.

Do not re-post, copy, steal, take excerpts from, change, spin-off, or translate my work (including all my writing, original headers, pictures, and gifs) without my express permission and involvement in the project (including communicating with, tagging, and crediting me properly).

I do not own the people and/or certain settings in my fanfiction.  I do own original characters, locations, and plots.

I do not own the people, the photos, or footage I use for headers, pictures, and gifs. I do own the edit(s).

(COMING SOON! Submit those requests!)

"PS5″ (Yeonjun Version) ~ One-shot, Angst

Your boyfriend Yeonjun is obsessed with his new PS5, and you are fed up.

(COMING SOON! Submit those requests!)

“PS5″ (Taehyun Version) ~ One-shot, Angst

Your boyfriend Taehyun is using his brand-new PS5 to avoid talking to you, and you’ve had it.

“Cutie Pie Kai” ~ One-Shot, Fluff, Romance

Everyone in the entire world can agree on one thing: Huening Kai is cute as hell. But he’s maturing and doesn’t want to be seen as just cute anymore.

Bless Kim Taehyung for having this live stream last night, therefore giving me this amazing gif to use for my new chapter 🙏 (He knows what he’s doing)

I JUST REALIZED HE’S EVEN WEARING A BEIGE SWEATER LIKE IN MY FIC F&*%

Bless Kim Taehyung for having this live stream last night, therefore giving me this amazing gif to use for my new chapter 🙏 (He knows what he’s doing)

First Time with Taehyung

Disclaimer: The above gif was made and/or edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. It’s from one of Taehyung’s live streams. Feel free to use it however you want, just give me credit for the edit. Thanks 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+ (Please follow this, I’m begging you 🥺)

Warnings: Smut C; swears, fluffy relationship-y stuff, Taehyung being a total sweetheart, oral (f receiving), red lingerie, nicknames, slightly dom Tae.

Word Count: 2,185

Summary: It’s your one-month anniversary with your boyfriend Taehyung, and he has a spicy end-of-the-night surprise for you.

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I pulled out my phone and dialed my boyfriend’s number. My boyfriend. I would never get used to the euphoric feeling that exploded in my gut every time I thought that.

“Where are you?” his voice said.

“Thirty seconds away, I swear. I took too long to get ready.”

He chuckled. “Jagiya, you didn’t need to doll up just for me. You always look beautiful.”

Warmth spread all the way down to my fingertips at his words despite the chilly weather. “Well you always look handsome,” I retorted, spotting the top of his head above the crowd. “But it looks like you dressed up, too.”

And indeed he had. Taehyung looked absolutely scrumptious in a long dark coat, dark jeans, black Doc Martens, and a plaid beige over-sized scarf he had wrapped around his face. His breath was creating condensation on the round glasses he’d decided to sport today. So cute.

I tackled him from behind in a hug, and he laughed, hugging me eagerly back. “Finally!” he teased. He held me back at arm’s length, then reached inside his coat and pulled out a red rose.

My mouth parted in surprise at the unexpected gift. “For you,” Tae said, smiling. I blushed and took it, bringing it to my nose and inhaling its scent.

We ducked our heads against the wind and went inside the restaurant where we were immediately seated at our reserved table. The restaurant was amazing, with sparkling crystal glasses, white tablecloths, and a gorgeous chandelier setting a romantic mood. We shrugged off our coats, and I took a moment to appreciate the beige sweater he wore which showed off his body in all the right places. I caught him looking at me just as appreciatively and blushed. I still couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend. We’d done nothing but go on dates and hang out with each other outside of work and school for the past month, and Taehyung told me just how much he cared about me every single day, yet I still felt like this relationship was too good to be true. Soyeon was right. I really had to stop self-sabotaging.

He pulled out my chair for me and gestured. I shyly sat down, scooting the chair inwards with his help, then he sat down across from me. “Don’t worry about the cost,” Tae said. “Order whatever you want.”

I glanced at the menu, suddenly uneasy at how pricey everything was. I knew Taehyung wasn’t hurting for money. He told me his older brother owned a large business, and between that and Tae successfully selling a lot of his photos, I knew he was pretty well off. Apparently my boyfriend didn’t have any other family outside of his brother. I asked him once where his parents were and he simply shrugged and said, “Dead.”

I didn’t press him for details, but instead chose to share something personal about me so he wouldn’t feel so pressured. “My parents aren’t around either,” I murmured. “My dad passed away when I was little, and my mom is in a psych ward right now.”

He looked up at me suddenly, chocolate-brown eyes boring into mine. “I’m so sorry.”

That was the moment I knew I was falling hard for him. Taehyung didn’t ask why she was in a psych ward or look at me with raised eyebrows. He simply empathized. That’s what I needed. Someone who would see all the dark parts of me and not see a monster, but the human I was.

Taehyung ordered a bottle of wine for us, and we clinked glasses before taking a sip. “To us,” he said. “And our first month together. May there be many more.”

I bit my lip, biting back a huge smile. How the hell was he mine?

Dinner was absolutely amazing. He never took his eyes off me, and at one point I was laughing so hard, people were starting to look at us. Finally, we finished eating and the waiter cleared our plates away. “Any dessert for the lovely couple?” the guy asked, taking out his notepad.

“Not tonight,” Taehyung said before I could get a word in. “Just the check, please.”

The waiter bowed, and I looked at Tae in disbelief. “You know, that dessert menu was calling my name,” I teased before pouting. “And besides, aren’t we celebrating?”

My boyfriend leaned over the table, a glint in his brown eyes I’d never seen before. It spelled trouble. “Oh you’ll get dessert tonight, kitten, don’t you worry about that,” he said, a mischievous smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “It’s waiting for you at my apartment.”

My mouth dropped open. Kitten? Was tonight the night? I kind of hoped it would be. Our makeout sessions were getting hotter and heavier, and my sexual frustration was like an ocean built up behind a weakening dam, ready to burst at any given moment.

These days, every time I spent time with Taehyung, I’d made sure to keep myself well-groomed and secretly wear matching sets of underwear just in case. I hoped he’d like the red lacey ensemble I’d chosen for tonight.

We paid the bill and left in a hurry, his large hand keeping mine warm as we trudged through the streets. His hand snaked from my hand to around my waist, tugging me close. He tilted his head down towards mine, and we kissed, our cold lips warming as we sighed into each others’ mouths.

A block later, he couldn’t hold back anymore, leading us down an alley where he crashed his rosy lips against mine, feverishly shoving his tongue into my cavern and tasting me. I held him close, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist and he groaned, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I felt moisture gathering in my panties, the way he was making me feel turning me on even more. After a time, Taehyung released me, his lips swollen and red, his pupils blown beautifully wide. “My place is only two blocks away,” he panted. “Let’s run.”

We jogged, giggling like a pair of kids, all the way to his apartment, and he hurriedly punched in the pin that would let us into the building and dragged me inside. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me once more, one hand tightly wrapped around my waist, the other tugging on the back of my neck so we could be as close as possible.

“Taehyung,” I murmured as he peppered kisses down my neck. “We’re still in the hallway. Let’s go inside.”

He didn’t stop, sucking gently on the skin of my neck. I suddenly got flashbacks to my feedings with Jimin and pushed Taehyung back roughly.

There were no fangs, no red eyes. Just him. Just my sweet, warm Tae. “You okay?” he asked. I slowly nodded.

“Hnnggnh,” he groaned, pressing the lower half of his face into my shoulder. “I need you, kitten. I need you now.”

I had no idea where this ‘kitten’ nickname came from, but I was living for it. “You can have all of me,” I breathed into his ear. “Just not in public.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, eyes locking mine in. “Deal.”

We stumbled towards his apartment and he fumbled with his keys, swearing at how long it took to get them in the lock and open the door. We practically fell inside, wrapped in each other's arms. Taehyung slammed the door behind us and we collapsed on the couch, lips intertwined, hands roaming everywhere. He helped me take off my coat then let his hands cheekily slide up my thighs underneath my dress, pulling it up until my panties were exposed and his large hands rested on either side of my bare hips.

He hummed in appreciation of my lingerie, his gaze roaming down my heaving tummy towards my core. He sat me up and knelt on the floor in front of me, raising the dress above my head until he slid it off my arms and tossed it aside. He also slid off each of my stockings, unpinning them from the garters attaching them to my bottoms.

“You know,” he said, his deep voice sultry and low. “I really loved that dress on you. It showed off your body in all the right places, but this…” He nodded in approval. “This is much better.”

I giggled, but stopped the second he leaned in, blowing lightly against my clothed core. “Here’s dessert, jagiya. Hope you like it.”

He mouthed at my pussy then, making the wetness drip down as I moaned out his name. “Just like that, kitten,” he murmured, stopping for only a second. “Moan my name. Cry it out. Scream it out.”

Taehyung licked a long strip up my core, making me shiver, before hooking two fingers underneath my panties and yanking them down. Making eye contact with me, he slowly slid them down my legs and over my ankles, taking his time.

I whimpered. “Taehyung, stop teasing.”

“Hush, kitten. You’ll get what you want.”

He leaned in once more and started eating me out with vigor. I gasped in surprise, my juices coating his face as the sight of his long tongue pushing inside of me turned me on even more. After a bit, he stopped tongue-fucking me and pushed his middle finger inside, wrapping his lips around my clit.

“Taehyung, nnnggh, fuck!” I cried out, my hips bucking, my hands kneading my breasts which were still encased by my bra.

He grunted and merely pumped his finger faster, soon after adding a second one. I was in heaven. It wouldn’t be long before all that sexual frustration found relief. My moans got louder and higher in pitch until my orgasm crashed into me, waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of my body, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.

My boyfriend worked me through it, not stopping until I whimpered from overstimulation. He slowly pulled his fingers out and I clenched around nothing, gasping for air. “I’ll give you a couple minutes jagiya,” he said, smirking and lifting his sweater over his head to finally reveal his toned torso. “But after that, I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

A shiver went through me at his words. I got up, legs still shaky, and accepted a glass of water Taehyung poured out for me. Gulping it down, I reached around my sweaty body and unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, slowly letting it fall down my chest. Taehyung groaned at the sight of my naked form, reaching to undo his pants.

I grabbed his hands, stopping him, and undid his belt buckle for him, slowly lowering the zipper.

“Kitten,” he moaned, his eyes dark and hooded. “Quit teasing.”

I smirked. “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t she?”

Taehyung growled then swooped me up and carried me to the bedroom, tossing me on his bed. He ripped off his trousers and boxer-briefs then crawled over me, pressing his full, hard length into my core and rubbing it between my legs. I gasped, my hands scrambling all over his back, pulling him close. “Ready?” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

I wanted to say yes, but common sense stopped me. “Wait… condom?”

“Oh, right!” Taehyung stood up and opened his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapper and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled the condom on, and I took a moment to appreciate just how thick he was. He looked like he could fill me up for days.

Once again, my boyfriend crawled on top of me and started teasing me once more. I reached down to push him inside, but he playfully smacked my hand away. “Relax,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pushed his full length inside, going slowly so I could adjust to the stretch. Once he bottomed out, he kissed me hard, tongue swirling around mine. He slowly started to rock his hips, and I tore my mouth from his, gasping out. It wasn’t long before he was sliding his cock all the way out and quickly slamming it back in, the speed causing both of us to pant.

“Oh god, there, right there,” I gasped as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Taehyung grunted. “So… fucking… tight,” he said, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust. “Gonna… cum… soon.”

“Me too,” I whimpered, feeling my muscles start to spasm.

My second orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave, the force of it so strong I couldn’t help but dig my nails into his back, crying out his name. “Taehyung! Taehyung! Oh god, Taehyung!”

“That’s it, kitten, scream my name,” Taehyung huffed, going faster and faster until he too grunted, pushing deep into me, his cock twitching with the force of his orgasm.

He pulled out of me and kissed me deeply. “Happy anniversary, jagiya,” he panted before rolling over and cuddling me to his wide chest.

I sighed happily, still a bit out of breath. “Wow. Happy anniversary indeed.”

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“Surrender Me” Main Preview

Disclaimer: The image from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited it to make this cover.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: None...? Well, no, I lied. Extra feminine confidence coming your way *hair flip* Maybe some swears?

Word Count: 653 (wow this is short, it doesn’t feel like that tho?)

Summary: Imagine an alternate universe where Bangtan Sonyeondan are a group of notorious thieves, and you've been hired to take them down from the inside.

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00 ~ Prologue

“You have everything?” my best friend and partner, Lee Chanwook, asked as he handed me my wallet containing my new ID.

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

 I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Yes, Chanwook. I know what I’m doing.”

“Sure you do. Let’s go over it one more time, shall we? Name?”

“Kwak Mikki.”

“Age?”

“Twenty-three.”

“Occupation?”

I smirked. “Which one?”

Chanwook gave me an exasperated look. “Your official one, of course.”

“Executive Assistant to the CEO of Bangtan Enterprises,” I shot back, cockiness dripping from my words. “Now, can I catch my flight, or are you going to make me miss it with more pointless questions?”

“I suppose you’re as ready as you’ll ever be,” he sighed.

“To say the least.”

Chanwook stepped close to me, and I unconsciously took a step back. Annoyance crossed his face. “I just want to hug you. I’ll miss you, you know.”

“You’ll be on the flight after mine,” I replied, waving him off. “No sentiment, remember?”

“That rule’s only for targets, not for old friends like me.”

“Is that what we are?” I joked. “Twenty years together constitutes friendship, does it?”

Chanwook shoved my briefcase at me, acting annoyed, but the sparkle in his dark eyes said differently. I took the handle, letting our fingers briefly brush against each other. “Thanks. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

“One more thing,” he said. “This guy is known for being a player… don’t forget to leave your feelings at the door.”

I scoffed. “There is no chance of that. I deal with guys like him all the time, and I’ve never gotten emotional. Trust me, I’ve got this.”

I turned and walked away, not bothering to look back. My suede pumps clicked on the tiled floor of the airport as I hurried towards my gate, knowing boarding would begin any minute.

My name isn’t Kwak Mikki, although that will be my identity for the next few months. Back in Busan, I have a real life that doesn’t include any secret identities. However, my job requires me to completely change my appearance and persona every so often in order to go undercover and infiltrate criminal organizations. I work for a company called Adjunct Mission Institution, or A.M.I. for short. They cooperate with the Korean government to provide highly-qualified, well-trained individuals to send on dangerous undercover missions.

The name of this particular crime group was one I’d heard in passing. Bangtan Sonyeondan. Over the past seven years, they’d managed to steal some of the world’s most precious valuables. Works of art, jewelry, and precious stones were all fair game to the Bulletproof Boyscouts, no doubt sold for millions of dollars apiece.

About a month ago, I learned the identity of one of the members of Bangtan Sonyeondan. I don’t know how many members there are, or how high up in the organization he is, but if my calculations are correct, this guy will be the loose thread I need to pull on in order to unravel their entire operation.

Bringing back proof of the rest of their identities won’t be easy. Discovering just the one had been more of a stroke of luck than anything, and that was only because he was a high-profile public figure who couldn’t hide as easily as the rest could. I was chosen for this mission because he’s known to be a bit of a hedonist and, well, research shows I am exactly his type. I knew I was more than capable. I’d prove I could do this assignment because I was good at my job, not just because I have a pretty face.

Determination flowing through me, I handed the flight attendant my boarding pass and she directed me to my first-class seat. I settled in, buckled up, and smoothed down the legs of my tasteful-yet-tight black pencil skirt. No matter what this mission would try to throw at me, I was ready.

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Prompt List

Dislaimer: Pretty much none of these are mine. I took them, or inspiration for them, from Tumblr and the rest of the net.

Rules

1. I only write these one-shot imagines/drabbles for BTS. Occasionally, I’ll throw in another kpop idol as a minor/side character, but I’ll be honest I’m not very knowledgeable about any other group besides BTS.

2. Give me only 2-3 prompts, no limit on number of members though. I’ll write OT7 imagines all day, every day if that’s what you want.

3. No word count limit. I’ll make it as long or short as the prompt demands ;)

4. If you’d like more or less smut/angst/fluff than the prompt implies, add that in your request and I’ll make it happen.

5. My set of Masterlist rules applies. No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

Fluffy/Romantic Prompts

Tell me again/Say that again.

I could get used to waking up next to you.

Can I kiss you?

It’s lonely here without you.

You’re comfy. You’re my pillow now.

You make me happy.

You’ve shown me what love truly looks like.

Don’t be ridiculous, I want to stay up with you.

It was you the whole time.

Look at us, we’re basically a couple already.

I didn’t think you could get any more romantic.

I really want to kiss you.

You talking in your sleep is fucking cute.

Can we just lie here for a moment longer?

It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.

How about a kiss?

Your hugs are the best thing ever.

I can’t imagine a world without you.

You’re so cute when you’re still half-asleep.

You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.

Do you know how beautiful/handsome you are? It’s making me crazy.

Do you need a place to stay tonight?

You are my one and only true love.

I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.

We’ll do it together.

You seem shy, but you’re so damn cute.

If you don’t tell me to stop, I’ll end up kissing you.

Do you trust me?

Here, let’s share the blanket.

You’re the only person I want to be with right now.

You’ve always felt like home.

Why haven’t you kissed me yet?

I’ve been falling for you since the day we met.

You own my heart.

Can I keep this? It smells like you.

Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.

I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.

Is that my shirt?

I’m right where I belong.

You smell so damn good.

You’re cute when you’re grumpy.

C’mere you, I’ll rub your back.

I’m not going anywhere.

You’re the most beautiful/handsome thing I’ve ever seen.

You make every day a dream.

I’m only me when I’m with you.

You seem quite nice for such a good-looking a girl/boy/person.

This party was boring ‘til you got here.

I wonder why everyone keeps trying to set us up?

I can’t take my eyes off of you.

I wouldn’t want to be trapped with anyone else.

Come back, it’s too early to get out of bed.

I’m not going to stop annoying you until you give me attention.

Hush, baby, you’re safe. I won’t ever let you go.

Just pretend to be my date/boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other.

It’s not a double date, we’re just third- and fourth-wheeling.

What made you say yes to this blind date?

I like the way your hand fits in mine.

I love that your voice is the first thing I hear each day.

You can call me whenever... even if you don’t have a reason to.

You look so cute, I could kiss you right now.

You’re my inspiration.

Your hair is so fucking soft.

Don’t get up baby, I’ll do it.

Star-gazing was such a good idea.

I think I love you.

You look amazing in the moonlight.

Shut up and kiss me.

It’s always been you.

Marry me.

Angsty/Sad Prompts

You mean way more than just a one-night stand.

Are you even listening to me?!

I thought I could trust you.

Not everyone is going to hurt you.

I want to believe you, I do.

Fuck you.

You broke my heart, and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry?’

I can’t stand the very thought of you.

I don’t trust myself around you.

That’s not what I mean and you know it.

You’re going to just leave me here?

I think you’re just afraid to be happy.

How much of that did you hear?

I like me better when I’m with you.

We need to talk.

Can’t you stay just a little longer?

You were always too good for me.

I don’t want to be alone right now.

Don’t you dare leave me.

Don’t. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses any more.

I can’t keep fucking these random girls/boys/people and pretending they’re you.

I don’t know if I want to love or hate you.

I tried my best to not care about you, but I failed.

You expecting someone?

It’s not that easy.

He/she/person is hot, but evil.

I’m too sober for this shit.

I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.

We’re more than friends, and you know it!

I can’t sleep.

Do you really think that little of me?

Fuck, I’m lonely.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

You love yourself more than you could ever love me.

Compliments don’t mean shit.

Tell me I’m wrong.

Why am I not surprised?

I can’t stand the thought of you.

You’re not going anywhere.

I might never get a chance to say this again.

You drive me fucking crazy.

There’s no us. There never was.

I’m sorry things had to go down this way.

You’re in love with someone else?

I can’t stay away from you.

Am I too late?

You couldn’t handle me even if I came with step-by-step instructions.

You make me want things I can’t have.

I know I’ve screwed up, but I can make it right.

You’re a terrible liar, you know.

I’m not gonna lie, this isn’t how I wanted things to go down.

I still believe there’s a good person in you.

You’re making me think they were right about you.

I’m taking a chance on you here.

I made a mistake.

I never hated you... you just made me feel things I didn’t understand ‘til now.

No, I’m not letting you go.

Please look at me.

Is he/she/person really just a friend?

Space is the last thing I want with you.

I know you still love me.

I can’t think straight when it comes to you.

Why are you so damn stubborn?!

Don’t do this.

You never had a problem with it before.

I know I shouldn’t be here.

You deserve better.

Can we just kiss one last time? For memory’s sake?

I swear I’ll do things different/better this time.

He/She/Person is beautiful/handsome. I hope he/she/person makes you happy.

Smutty Prompts (18+ only)

You seem like a bad boy/girl/person.

Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?

Watch me.

Come sit on my lap ‘til I’m done working.

If you insist.

Steal the covers one more time, and I’ll use your body to warm me up.

You’d better watch your fucking mouth.

Behave... or else.

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

Like what you see?

Look at you, you’re already shaking.

I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.

Yes, I’m a bad boy, so I like bad girls.

What are you doing in my bed?

You better shut that pretty mouth before I put it to work.

Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.

I’ve never needed to be fucked this badly.

If you don’t stop, you won’t be able to walk for a week.

Don’t tease so much.

Is that a promise?

Could he/she/they make you feel as good as I do?

I don’t give a fuck. You look hot enough to fuck right here, right now.

Don’t force my hand, or I will punish you.

First one to make a noise loses.

If you’re going to act like a brat, then I’ll treat you like a brat.

I’m sorry, does that feel too good?

I wonder what they’d say if they knew what you were doing right now.

Who said it had to be on the bed?

If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.

Try to be quiet, okay?

You want to do this now? In public?

Make me.

You’ve got to be quiet or else every will know what a naughty girl/boy/person you are.

I can’t wait to be inside you later.

See that mirror? I’m going to make you watch me fuck you.

I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet.

Quit teasing, or else.

If you don’t like what I’m doing, why are you moaning so loud?

Oh, you’re in trouble now.

If you keep moaning like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.

You’re mine now.

If we get caught, I’m blaming you.

If you leave the house wearing that, I’ll bend you over the bed the second you get home.

I’ll race you.

Quit distracting me.

Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.

If you keep acting like a brat, you’ll give me no choice.

Come here, now.

Make a sound and it’s game over.

Okay, but we’ll have to be quiet.

On your knees.

Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?

Say it. Use your words.

Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours.

There are people around, though.

I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.

Do it. I dare you.

I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder.

Oh baby, you know you shouldn’t tease.

You’ll never, ever take me to bed.

I won’t touch you ‘til you beg me to.

I’ll bet you money that he/she/person is a beauty on the streets, but a beast between the sheets. (Or some variation of this lol)

You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat here until you walked in.

I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.

Let me show you what happens when you don’t follow the rules.

Spread your legs baby, I want to see how pretty you are.

Against the wall.

Fuck, just like that.

Suck.

Can you feel how turned on I am?

Hi, could you do #26 from your angst prompt list, plus #46 and #56 from the smut one? Jungkook please!

AHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST! Yes, of course, I will write whatever your sinful heart desires C; I kind of ran with this and created a whole-ass two-part imagine, so I put it in a separate post. Hope you like <3

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I did not create the gorgeous edits in my header, but I did edit them together into the frames, add my title, and my name. Credit for these amazing edits (from left to right) go to @jixio, @yeonkiminsgirl, and @kookbite. I did not touch their edits in any way, and their watermarks are intact. Please check them out, they do great work.

Age Recommendation: 21+

Genre: Bartender AU w/ Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swears, JK being the sexy, manly man that he is, very soft dom JK, making out, angsty feels

Word Count: 1,847

Damn, why is JK so fucking sexy? C;

You can find the original request here. They used my Prompt List:

Angst #26 He/she/person is hot, but evil.

Smut #46  Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.

Smut #56  I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.

So I kind of took this and ran with it… enjoy C; Part 2 (with smut) coming soon!

Preview: Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil. We sat in silence for a moment before Jungkook took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”

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I rested my cheek on my hand, taking another swig from the beer bottle in my other hand only to find it empty. “Hey, can I get another?” I asked, trying to keep my words from slurring together.

The bartender glanced at me as he filled a shot glass. “You okay over there, sweetheart?”

I nodded slowly before resting my head on the bar counter, looking up at him through the strands of hair that had flopped over my eyes. “‘M fine, whadda mean?”

He chuckled, striding over as I sat up, setting a glass full of liquid in front of me. It was clear, but it wasn’t in a shot glass. It was in a tall one with ice in the middle. “What’s this?” I asked, sitting up.

“Water.”

I grimaced. “This isn’t what I ordered.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m cutting you off. You’re done for tonight.”

“The fuck?” I muttered. He tossed a smirk at me that made my insides flutter. Damn this bartender. He was extremely good-looking, with raven-black hair parted down the right side of his head, shiny from a bit of gel. His white shirt stretched over his toned torso, and his tight, dark jeans left almost nothing to the imagination. And if that wasn’t enough, he had lips that were a perfect shade of pink, his top lip half the size of his bottom lip, coming together in the middle to form the most perfect cupid’s bow I’d ever seen.

I blinked, shaking myself out of my stupor. “The fuck?” I said even louder. “Where do you get off?”

“Lower your voice, sweetheart,” he said, pointing to the glass. “And drink up.”

I reluctantly obeyed, wincing as I the cold drink hit the back of my throat. I downed the water in one go. “Can I have another beer now?” I asked.

“Nope.”

Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil.

“Fine,” I muttered, leaning my head against my cheek once more.

I watched as he served the rest of his customers, biting my lip every time his muscles shuddered whenever he picked up a glass or pulled on the handle of the beer tap. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I got dumped, what, only two hours ago, and I was already checking out another guy? Shit, I was pathetic.

That was nothing new, though. Just last week my best friend had told me she thought I had issues with being alone. Apparently that’s why I decided to stay with my asshole boyfriend even though I knew damn well he was fucking my other so-called best friend behind my back.

Once he finished serving everyone else, the bartender walked back over to me and refilled my water glass, setting it down in front of me before crossing his arms over the bar counter and leaning over it towards me. I flushed, not-so-subtly noticing the way his biceps flexed.

“So tell me, sweetheart,” he said. “Why are you here tonight?”

“No reason,” I mumbled.

“Uh-huh.”

“Just… needed a few drinks, y’know?”

He tilted his head, the black strands of his bangs falling into his eyes. “Sure. What’s your name?”

“None of your business.”

He chuckled. “Awwww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

“Nothing cute about it,” I muttered, downing my second glass of water.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

I could feel the effects of the alcohol slowly ebbing away, and I sat up even more, feeling more coherent than I had all night. “Fine.”

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Y/n.”

“So… y/n. Wanna tell me the real reason why you’re here?” he asked, looking me up and down.

I sighed. “My boyfriend’s a jerk.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“He’s a cheating, lying bastard,” I replied matter-of-factly. “Hey, can I trouble you for another water?”

Jungkook grabbed my glass and filled it once more. “If he’s such a bastard, why are you still with him?”

“I’m not,” I said, gratefully taking the now full glass and taking a sip.

“So you dumped his ass?”

“No,” I sighed, slumping over. “That’s the sad part. I should’ve dumped him, should’ve made him feel bad for doing that to me… but I didn’t. I kept struggling with what to do, and before I could figure it out, he broke up with me.”

My voice cracked towards the end of my story, and Jungkook looked at me with concern in his large, dark eyes. His mouth had tightened as he listened, his large hands now gripping the edge of the bar so hard his knuckles turned white. “I hate cheaters,” he growled. “You know, it seems every week, I get someone in here, drinking themselves half to death, so wasted they don’t even know their own name… all because their significant other couldn’t be faithful.”

“I believe it,” I croaked, my throat thick. “People can be assholes.”

“Agreed.”

Jungkook sighed before leaning back. “Look, do you have anyone to take you home?” he asked. “So you don’t have to be alone tonight?”

I shook my head. “Nope. My two best friends are unfortunately out of commission. One is out of the town, and the other… Well, she was the one my boyfriend was fucking.”

Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “Wow.”

“I know.”

We sat in silence for a moment before he took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”

I hesitated before nodding. It was quite late, I did need a ride, and although he was a stranger, something about him seemed trustworthy.

(Author’s note: Please, for the love of god, don’t accept rides or get in cars with random strangers irl)

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at the other customers, some of whom were starting to pack up and stumble drunkenly out into the street. “We close in fifteen, then I’ll need half an hour to clean up, is that okay?”

I nodded once more. Nearly an hour later, I found myself out in the parking lot, scuffing my shoes against the pavement as I waited for Jungkook. The bar’s lights flicked off, and he came out, wearing a black leather jacket and making sure to lock the doors securely behind him. He turned, a smile spreading over his lips when he saw me. “You’re still here.”

“I still need that ride.”

He chuckled as he pressed a button on a key fob, a black SUV lighting up as it unlocked. “You feeling sober yet?”

“Sure am, thanks to you,” I teased as we clambered into the car. He started the engine and drove down the streets, following my directions until we came to a stop in front of my apartment.

Jungkook shut the engine off then looked at me. “You sure you’ll be okay tonight?”

I swallowed, the lump in my throat returning. “Well, if I’m being honest, no, I’m not sure.”

He gripped the steering wheel. “What can I do?”

“Nothing,” I said, swiping at a stray tear that had leaked out.

Jungkook unbuckled his seat belt and leaned towards me, tentatively reaching out a finger and caressing my cheek, wiping away a second tear. “You’re lying,” he murmured. “I think there is something I can do.”

He lunged towards me, crashing his lips into mine, surprising the fuck out of me. I shoved him back. “What the hell?!” I gasped.

Sitting there, with his large eyes staring at me, pupils blown beautifully wide, mouth parted as he held his breath, waiting for my next move, only three words came to mind. “Awww, fuck it.”

I took hold of his shirt collar and yanked him back towards me, pressing my lips feverishly to his. He shoved his tongue into my cavern, tasting it, exploring it, forcefully dominating my tongue with his in a way that brought my buzz flooding back, no alcohol needed. I began to push back, swirling my tongue around his before drawing back just enough to wrap my lips around the muscle and suck. Jungkook grunted and kissed my cheek, my jaw, then my neck, stopping to nip at the skin right where my neck and shoulder connected, drawing a loud moan out of me.

I clambered over to his seat, straddling him, and I could feel his hardening member even through both of our jeans as we continued our heated make-out session. Jungkook pulled back to once more kiss his way down my neck, and my senses came to as he started unbuttoning my shirt and mouthing at my cleavage. “Wait,” I panted. “We… We can’t do this.”

He groaned before leaning back in the seat. “Why, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… I don’t know you, and I’m probably doing this just because I’m emotional, and I don’t want to be even more pathetic than I already am.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed at my words. “You’re not pathetic,” he said. “You were hurt. You didn’t know what to do, that’s normal.”

I looked down at our laps, letting my hair fall around my face. “I was… I was weak,” I mumbled, my voice husky as my throat once again grew thick.

“No, you weren’t. So you don’t have some crazy revenge story… so you’re more careful in your decision-making than other people… so you took some time to figure out your next move… so what?” Jungkook said, lightly grasping my jaw and lifting my chin so we were looking at each other. I was surprised to see his wide, dark eyes so full of determination. “That doesn’t make you weak,” he growled. “That makes you rational and thoughtful… traits I like in a girl.”

A blush spread over my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. “Yeah, and that’s another thing,” I said. “I don’t want you to just be a one-night stand or a rebound fuck… If I’m gonna sleep with someone, I want it to be real.”

Jungkook leaned forward, our noses nearly touching, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I was still straddling him. He reached up and combed his hands through my hair, the strands falling between his fingers as I closed my eyes at his touch. “Who says this isn’t real?” he murmured. “You caught my eye the second you walked in my bar. We have a real connection, y/n. I don’t want you to be just a one-night stand, either.”

I didn’t know if what he was saying was true or not, but if I were to ever fall in love again, I knew that was going to be a risk I was going to have to take. I reached over Jungkook and pulled on the handle, popping open the car door and clambering off of him to the ground. I grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers between mine. “Come on,” I said, nodding towards my apartment. “I have a bed up there that’s dying for some use.”

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Part Two coming soon!

Never Really Over

Disclaimers: I made and edited the above gif myself. That’s why I’ve used the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use, just please give me credit for the edit! I used some of the lines from Katy Perry’s lyrics to inspire and write this, but they belong to Katy.

So this imagine was inspired by the Katy Perry song “Never Really Over,” which, when I heard it for the first time, reminded me of the way my bias works. Yes, I am a Taehyung bias, but every two weeks or so, one of the other members of BTS wrecks me, and I mean WRECKS me to the point where I think, “This is it. This is when I change my bias.” But then Taehyung does something or posts a picture, and I instantly zip right back to him. I’ve been this way since I started stanning BTS, idk why, low-key, I think I’m secretly an OT7 fan.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Sweeeeaaaaars (like always), ANGST with a happy ending, Taehyung being a sweetie-pie, no smut, might make a part two with smut idk, honestly, I hope this makes you laugh more than anything.

Word Count: 2,187

Summary: It had been two years since you broke up with Taehyung, and you were finally at the point where he stopped randomly popping into your head. But that didn’t stop him from randomly popping up on your social media, wrecking you into oblivion, and making you do stupid things.

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Oh no. Not again. I’m not falling into this rabbit hole again, not today, not ever. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again, that I’d draw the line and never think of you again, and I did. Or so I thought.

I tentatively scrolled down my feed back to the video of you singing your heart out to a sea of adoring fans, feeling a twinge in my chest as your voice reverberated throughout the stadium. How I missed that deep rumble, the one that drew me out of sleep each morning with a chuckle and a kiss.

Shaking my head, I attempted to push all thoughts of you out of my head. I didn’t miss you. I didn’t miss anything about you, no-siree, I was over you. Ugh, who was I kidding? I couldn’t even go on the internet without seeing you. I was losing it.

“Fuck this,” I thought, standing up from the bench and heading towards my favorite cafe. The bell over the door tinkled, bringing a memory to the forefront of my mind.

We sat in the booth in the far corner so we could have as much privacy as the cafe would allow. “It’s happening, jagiya,” he murmured, taking my hand. “I’m going on tour. I won’t be back for nearly a year.”

“I know,” I muttered in reply, looking down at my lap. I couldn’t be angry, hell, I couldn’t even be sad. We both knew this was coming. Ever since BTS’s popularity shot through the roof, he’s been getting more and more busy, constantly at practice, song-writing, or travelling.

“Hey, we can make this work,” he said, his voice soothing over the pain I was beginning to feel. “I’ll always come back to you, jagi.”

He reached over and grasped my cup, taking a sip from it before squinching his eyes up cutely. I laughed and playfully grabbed for it back. “Hey, that’s mine!”

“I don’t even know how you can drink this,” he said, still grimacing. “Coffee is so bitter.”

“It’s an acquired taste,” I said, giggling.

“Miss?”

A voice brought me back to reality, and I blinked a couple times before looking at the barista. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

She gave me an amused smile. “I asked what you’d like to order.”

“Oh, uh… Hmmm, an iced Americano for today, thanks.”

“You got it. I’ll have it ready in a moment.”

“Thank you.”

I paid then sat down in a booth to wait, fiddling with my phone. My finger touched the fingerprint pad, powering on my screen to show that video once more. Cursing, I closed the app and jammed the thing back into my pocket.

“Miss? Your Americano is ready.”

I stood and took the cup from the girl, walking quickly back outside and sitting down on the bench again. I just couldn’t escape you. It’s like no matter what I did, you were there. You were always there… and not just because your face covered the internet the way clouds covered the earth. You were always in the back of my mind.

I felt my self-control slowly trickling away as I drew my phone out of my pocket, clicked it on, and opened a new message, typing in your name as the recipient. I never deleted your number, scared of breaking the last possible tie I had to you.

Ugh, no, stop. It’s done. It’s been done for two years now. I left my phone in my lap, trying and failing to concentrate on drinking my coffee instead. We parted amicably, with both of us acknowledging that our relationship was over due to you not being able to be the boyfriend I needed. Still, for weeks after we separated, I couldn’t help jumping every time someone knocked at my door, thinking it was you, or stopping guys on the street who even slightly resembled you. That had all faded away, though, so why were my nerves on fire once more?

Our relationship was terrible, or at least it was towards the end. You were constantly gone, and didn’t have time to call or video-chat me. You had to send me text messages on the down-low, scared your company would find out about us and force us apart, or that delulu fangirls would find out about me and come after me. We only spent time together twice in the last six months of our relationship, and I was beginning to get sick of explaining to my friends and interested guys why I was unavailable to date. The second time I saw you, you came over to my apartment wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a baseball cap.

“Sorry,” he said apologetically as he shed his disguise. “I had to circle the block a couple times… make sure I wasn’t followed.”

I threw my hands up. “This is insane!”

“What is?”

“This! This relationship! Taehyung, I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t normal!”

His mouth dropped open at my proclamation. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more serious,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away.

Taehyung grasped my arms with his large, soft hands. “Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Let’s just talk about this.”

And talk we did. For hours. And we both came to the same conclusion: That our relationship was no longer working and in order for us to both be happy, we needed to let each other go. I reached up and touched my lips, remember the way you kissed me for the last time. Hard and deep, with both large hands on either side of my face, you kissed me until my heart broke cleanly in two.

Yet, even after all the pain I went through, I was surprised to find myself missing you even weeks after our break-up. Yeah, we were a mess, but it was the best mess I’d ever been in. By the time I figured out that life with you in it, as seldom as that actually was, was still better than life without you entirely, it was too late. You had moved on, and were becoming one of the biggest names in k-pop, no, in the world, ever. I had moved on, too… or so I thought.

Sure, I dated other guys. I even had a relationship that lasted a good six months… but none of it ever felt right. I broke up with the guy after he hinted he wanted to move in together, realizing it would never feel right no matter how much I tried to force it.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked it open, staring at your name at the top of the text. What would happen if I just sent a simple, “Hey?” I let myself indulge in my imagination, thinking about the way you’d ecstatically respond, instantly sparking a conversation and lighting up my deadened heart. After a few days of texting, you’d ask to video chat, and I’d see the face that cracked my heart and soul into pieces, but this time, you were intent on mending all that. You’d come over just like old times, and we’d spend night after night together, intertwined so close we practically become one… But then you’ll leave. Again. Work will call, or your manager, or one of the other members, and you’ll leave spouting useless apologies and empty promises. Then I’ll have to get over you again.

Draw the line, I told myself. Draw it. No more. Yet even as I was thinking it, the side of me that missed you put a toe over that line, inching towards completely diving headfirst into the shit show I knew we’d forever be.

I opened the social media app again and watched that video of you singing for the third time. “Fuck it,” I thought, switching back to my messaging app and typing out a message.

Me: Hey. Just caught myself thinking about you and wondered how you’ve been. I miss you.

I stared at it for a good thirty seconds, my thumb hovering over the send button the entire time. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed down, slowly opening them to see the circle going ‘round and ‘round, trying to send.

Wait, no. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t trip up after two whole years. I frantically tapped on the message, trying to delete it, but then the dreaded check mark appeared. Sent.

“Fuck!” I cried out, startling the closest passerby.

“Sorry,” I muttered, looking down at my lap, my cheeks flooding with warmth. How the hell had you trickled back in? I drew that line, I did, I did, but now I’d tripped up. I sipped from my coffee cup, keeping my eyes on my phone screen the entire time. Nothing. You were probably busy. Hell, you’d probably changed your number for all I knew.

With that thought comforting me, I threw my cup into the nearest recycling bin and began the five-minute trek back to my apartment. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with studying, my fingers hovering over my phone every now and then, tempted to check it. At around the same time the sun was going down, my phone finally beeped and I snatched it up.

Damn. It was just my classmate asking a question about the essay we were assigned. I rolled my eyes and chucked my phone somewhere on the floor before flopping backwards on my bed. It was over. Has been for quite some time. I didn’t know why I expected anything more.

My phone beeped again, and I sat up so fast I made myself dizzy. It beeped again, and I yeeted myself off the bed and frantically began searching through the ocean of clothes that littered my floor. Shit, where did that damn thing go? I hadn’t chucked it that far, had I?

I dug through the random piles of my belongings, making even more of a mess as I hunted my phone down. It started ringing, and I whirled around at the sound, seeing my screen shine through a random tank top. I stumbled towards it, hands outstretched, and grabbed at it, the phone slipping through my hands like soap and falling back to the floor.

“FUCK!” I yelled out just before a knock at my door made me whip my head around.

Leaving the damn phone, I stumbled out of my bedroom and towards my front door, taking a second to run a hand through my curls in an attempt to smooth them down, before I whipped open the door.

My mouth dropped open in a gasp, eyes widening as I took you in, one hand still holding the phone to your ear, the other shoved sheepishly in your jean pocket. “Hi,” was all you said. Mouth still open like a gaping fish, I wordlessly stepped aside to let you in.

Closing the door behind you, I finally managed to get some words out. “How… Wait, why…?”

You chuckled, the buttery-smooth deep bass of your voice causing tingles to break out all over my body. “I got your text, Y/n.”

“Wait, was that… that was you calling?” I asked, my voice coming out strained. “Sorry I didn’t pick up, I was-”

“It’s fine,” you said, waving my apology off. “I know you’re probably busy… and honestly, I don’t know why I’m here other than the fact that I…”

You trailed off, and I swallowed, anticipating the dreaded words. You were here because you needed to remind me that we were done. That there was nothing between us anymore. That you had a girlfriend.

“That I… Well, that I miss you too.”

For the second time that evening, my mouth dropped open. “You what?” I squeaked.

You chuckled once more, but this time, you had a trace of uneasiness in your chocolate-brown eyes. “I miss you, you dork.”

I didn’t bother trying to speak anymore, I just acted. I rushed towards you, grabbing both of your cheeks, and kissed you with everything I had. You grunted in surprise before grabbing me by the waist, steadying both of our stances, and moving your lips around mine, fully kissing me back. The second we separated, you drew me back in, even going so far as to swipe a mischievous tongue over my bottom lip, causing me to groan in pleasure.

We finally pulled apart, panting a little, your eyes bright, a wide smile on your face. “It’s been two whole years, though,” I said.

“Yeah, and the entire time, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” you murmured, peppering light kisses along my cheek. “I won’t let you get away this time.”

I sighed and curled up against your chest, once again falling hard for the way my head seemed to fit perfectly in the crook of your neck, and the way your hands seemed to meld with my love handles. It was like we were made for each other.

Well then. I thought we were done, but I guess it’s never really over, is it?

He calls you clingy with hoseok? I'm love him🌻🌻, angst with fluff please :))

Alright, kutie anon, you asked for it. Please don’t hate me, it’s a lot of heated angst 💜 Btw, I love Hoseok too! He so kute 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Sweeeeaaaaars (like ALWAYS come on now, y’all know the drill), mentions of alcohol consumption, Jin being an ass, Hoseok being an ABSOLUTE BUTT HOLE. I love him no matter what, but PLEASE don’t project and create toxic situations the way he is doing, ‘kay? Yelling, screaming, and crying 😭 When you ask for angst, I give you ANGST. You’re welcome 😈

Word Count: 2,663

Summary: You feel like you haven’t seen your boyfriend for a while, so you decide to go over to his place and surprise him despite him insisting on a guys’ night. Thanks to Jin mixed with alcohol, things do NOT work out well.

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Tears and Tulips (Hoseok One-Shot, Angst, Fluff)

You hesitate before knocking on the door. There’s music coming from inside, along with several muffled explosions and male voices yelling. He’ll appreciate you coming over, right? After all, you did bring food.

With that thought giving you courage, you rap your knuckles on the door. It takes a couple minutes before it opens to Jimin. His eyes go wide with surprise. “Y/n h-hi,” he stutters. “I didn’t realize you were invited over.”

You give him a weak smile. “Technically, I’m not, but… I brought food?”

You held up the bag full of take-out containers, but Jimin still hesitated before stepping aside. “I’ll let Hobi hyung know you’re here,” he muttered.

Nodding, you walked inside the apartment, inhaling the distinct scent of pizza and sweaty boys. “You cheated!” Jungkook shouted, reaching over and playfully punching Taehyung.

“You’re just mad ‘cause you suck,” the elder teased. His eyes flickered over to you. “Oh. Hey Y/n.”

“Hey.”

“Didn’t know you were coming over.”

“So I’ve been told,” you said under your breath, turning to head inside the kitchen.

Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi were all in there, talking loudly with slurred words. Each one held a cup in their hand filled with liquid you were sure wasn’t juice. Jin’s windshield-wiper laugh rang out. “And then…” he gasped, slapping Namjoon on the chest. “And then she fucking went, ‘Oh, okay, didn’t realize you had such a huge-’”

Joon nudged Jin, cutting him off, the second he caught sight of you. “Y/n!” Namjoon said, his voice too loud, his smile too wide. “What a surprise!”

Your pathetically fake smile came back. “Hey, guys. Sorry to drop by unannounced… But I brought food.”

“Wow!” Jin exclaimed as you dropped the bag on the table. “Damn, Y/n, you’re such a good girlfriend. No girl I know would bring me a meal, let alone one for my roommates too.”

He threw you a cheeky wink. “If you and Hobi don’t work out, you should go out with me, ‘kay?”

You bit your lip and shoved your hands in your hoodie pocket, looking down at the ground as you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You hated when he did this, but you didn’t want to start drama with your boyfriend’s friends. You looked up as Jin stepped close, stumbling as he did so, and pressed his hands into your shoulders. “Seriously, I could kiss you for bringing us food,” he mumbled, his words still heavy and slurred. Your mouth fell open as he actually puckered his lips and leaned in towards you.

“The FUCK!” a voice cried out as a pair of hands reached out and roughly shoved Jin backwards. Hoseok grabbed the front of Jin’s jacket and pressed him against the wall, teeth bared, anger blasting from his dark eyes.

Namjoon and Yoongi, drunk as they were, had a hell of a time wrestling them apart until the younger three came in and helped. Taehyung tugged Jin to the front room and Jungkook held a struggling Hoseok back, pinning his arms behind him. “LET ME GO!” your boyfriend roared.

“ENOUGH!” Joon bellowed.

A beat of silence followed his thundering voice, in which all the boys froze and looked at you. You didn’t realize you were holding your hands to your mouth until that moment. Slowly, you dropped them to your sides. “I’m… I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Fuck off!” Hoseok growled, shoving Jungkook away.

He grabbed your hand and led you wordlessly to his bedroom, fury rolling off him in waves. You jumped as he slammed the door shut. “What. The. Fuck,” he hissed, turning towards you.

You backed away, suddenly feeling a bit frightened. “Hobi, I’m sorry-”

“No! No more ‘sorries!’ No more making excuses!” he shouted, pointing towards the door. “I’m sick of you all defending him! He’s been drunk-flirting with you for weeks now, and I am two seconds away from kicking that pretty boy’s ass!”

You held your hands up. “I get it. I do, Hobi, I really do-”

“No, I don’t think you do!” Hoseok ran a hand frustratedly through his dark locks. “Watching him think he can just… just have you, like he does every other girl who comes his way is… Well, it makes me sick!”

“It makes me uncomfortable, too, I’ll be honest-”

“Then WHY?!” he roared. “WHY DO YOU PUT UP WITH IT?!”

Your mouth parted open at his words. “What am I supposed to do?” you scoffed. “He’s one of your best friends, and you know I’m not the type to start shit-”

“Well you certainly let it end in shit, don’t you?!” Hoseok spat. His chest heaved as he spoke.

“I don’t let anything happen,” you said through clenched teeth. You felt your defensive walls rising and wrapped your fingers into fists, prepping for the inevitable fight. You knew Hoseok wasn’t really mad at you, he was just projecting, but you had a terrible day and were completely fed up with his shit.

“Yes, you do,” Hoseok growled, stepping towards you. Despite you wanting to stand your ground, you wavered and backed away from him until your back hit the wall. Hoseok pressed his palms into the wall on either side of you, trapping you.

“You know exactly what you do,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Always wearing those skimpy little outfits, showing as much skin as possible…”

“Those are for YOU!” you yelled, shoving him away. “And wearing shorts and the occasional tank top does not make my outfits SKIMPY!”

You stomped to the other side of the room, still shouting as you went. “And how do my clothing choices warrant Jin flirting with me?! What, don’t have an answer?!”

You whirled around, looking your boyfriend full in the face. “Well, here it is: THEY DON’T!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, tightening his mouth into a pout. He already knew he was in the wrong for saying that. He was just angry and wanting to blame someone for how hurt he was feeling. You didn’t begrudge him that. You did, however, resent the fact that his ‘someone’ was nearly always you. Your boyfriend could really be a child sometimes when it came to taking responsibility.

After a beat of tense silence, Hoseok snorted. “Why did you come over tonight, anyway? I told you tonight was guys’ night, Y/n.”

“Yeah, I know you did,” you replied impatiently. “But I hardly ever see you, Hobi. You’re always at work or dance practice, and I thought since you were home tonight, maybe we could spend at least a little time together.”

“Well, you thought wrong,” he snapped.

Your mouth parted open once more, taken aback. “Seriously? I even brought food for you and the guys! I just wanted to see you!”

Hoseok grabbed his hair with both of his hands, the look in his eyes unhinged. “Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to see you?!” he shouted. “I mean, god Y/n, you can be so… so…”

Your entire body tensed up as you waited for that next word to drop, your eyes widening as tears pricked at them.

“Clingy.”

And there it was. The verdict you didn’t realize you’d been waiting for. The one word that caused your muscles to unclench and the tears to finally spill over. You angrily swiped at them.

“Y-You think I’m clingy?” you stuttered, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself. “F-Fine. Then I’ll give you space.”

“Y/n…” Hoseok said weakly, his eyes already filling with regret.

“No!” you said, your voice suddenly strong again. You gulped. “I’ll give you as much goddamn space as you want.”

And with that, you whirled and wrenched open the door, running down the hall, through the kitchen, and into the living room. “Y/n, please!” Hoseok called after you.

Your breath came out in gasping sobs as you struggled to unlock the door. Someone lay a hand on your shoulder, and you jumped, turning to see Namjoon looking at you. Concern filled his eyes. “Y/n, are you okay? I don’t think you should-”

You didn’t bother letting him finish. You ripped the door open and bolted down the hall, sobbing loudly as you sprinted away from all of the hurt, all of the humiliation, and most importantly, all of him.

The next few days passed in a daze. You barely spoke at your job, causing your coworkers to repeatedly ask you if something was wrong. You shut your phone off, sick of getting texts and phone calls from everyone but him. You spent most of the day sleeping, but at night, you lay awake, tears streaming from your eyes. Nothing could make you feel better, not even your favorite tv shows or movies.

Finally, the weekend came. You were wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, gorging on a gallon-size bucket of ice-cream as you watched your favorite romantic comedy for the umpteenth time. You reached over and chucked a pillow at the screen the two main characters kissed and the credits rolled. “That’s not how it ends!” you shouted.

You got up and put the ice-cream back in the freezer, dumping the spoon unceremoniously in the sink. Meandering into the bathroom, you splashed some water on your face and stared at your reflection for a moment. Dark circles covered the skin below your eyes, and your hair was a rats’ nest. You sighed and ran a brush through it, nodding in contentment as it lay at least a little more flat on your head.

You jumped as someone knocked on your door. Who could that be? You shuffled over to the door and pulled it open, eyes widening when you saw who it was. “Hey,” his voice said, cracking on the single syllable. Wow, he must be nervous.

“Hobi,” you said before shaking your head. “I mean, Hoseok. What’re you doing here?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, giving you a half-hearted smile. “Whaddya mean? I came to see you, of course.”

You looked down at yourself in horror, realizing you were wearing an over-sized t-shirt with several stains on it, leggings covered in cat hair, and… had you even showered today? Not to mention the state of your apartment.

Then again, Hoseok looked nearly as bad as you did. He had on a bucket hat over his hair, which meant it was likely unwashed, and you noticed he didn’t have a speck of color anywhere in his outfit. He must be really depressed. He also had dark circles under his eyes, and his mouth was turned down in that famous shiot frown.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, sure.” Fuck it. Let him think your place was messy. You had nothing to hide.

He stepped inside and sat on the couch you were just burrito’d on. He motioned for you to sit, and you did so, pulling your blanket over your legs and facing him. “What’s up?” you asked, suddenly nervous.

“I just wanted to say…” he said, and you braced yourself. He wanted to break up. You just knew it.

“...That I was wrong.” You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. His dark eyes roamed over you, filled with guilty remorse, one corner of his mouth turning up in a hopeful smile.

“I was so wrong, baby girl,” he murmured. Tingles shot down your spine.

Hobi earnestly grabbed my hands with his. “You weren’t to blame for any of it.”

You gently took your hands back, not ready to let him off the hook just yet. “You sure made it out like it was,” you muttered.

Hobi furiously shook his head. “You weren’t. At all. You can wear whatever you want, and it doesn’t give anyone, not even me, the right to make a move on you.”

He scooted close, his hands frantically reaching up and stroking my face. “And please, baby girl, please believe me when I say this,” he begged. “You aren’t clingy. You can come over whenever you want. I never, ever want you to feel like I don’t want you… like I don’t love you… again.”

You bit your lip before turning your face and kissing his palm, tears pricking at your eyes. “I love you too.”

Hoseok let out a sigh, a wide smile forming over his face before he leaned over and pecked you on the lips. “I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me?”

“I already have,” you choked out before throwing yourself in his arms.

He peppered your forehead with kisses, letting you sob into his chest. “I know baby, I know,” he murmured, rocking you back and forth. “These last few days have been hell for me too.”

Once you cried it out, Hobi stood up, got a box of tissues and began wiping and kissing your tears away, the way he’d always done and would always do. “I’ll never make you feel like that again,” he promised, his voice determined. “I promise.”

“And I promise to put Jin in his place if he ever tries that again,” you replied, tossing him a watery smile.

Hoseok grinned. “Yeah, about that. The rest of the guys agreed… If he hits on you again, they’re gonna kick his ass out.”

“No shit,” you said, slightly taken aback. You weren’t too surprised, though. The guys were probably pretty sick of all this drama.

“Speaking of them,” Hobi said, standing up and holding out a hand to you. “I have a surprise for you.”

You let him pull you upright, dropping the blanket as you stood, and lead you out into the hall. You gasped as you saw all of the guys standing there, each holding a bouquet of different-colored tulips and grinning. “We’re sorry things got so crazy,” Joon said sincerely. “We promise it won’t happen again. Right, Jin?”

He playfully wacked Jin right in the stomach, causing him to grunt. “Right,” he wheezed, holding his stomach. “I’m sorry Y/n. I promise I’ll never flirt with you again, no matter how drunk I am.”

“You’d better not,” you warned, feeling your heart swell.

Each of the guys traipsed into your apartment, setting down the tulips on the kitchen table until it was full of the beautiful flowers. Namjoon dropped off violet ones, Jungkook had purple ones, Taehyung had green ones, Jimin had yellow ones, Jin had pink ones, and Yoongi had maroon ones. Finally, you turned to see Hobi smiling and offering a single, red rose to you. “My beautiful girl deserves beautiful flowers,” he said. You took the rose and deeply inhaled its scent.

“Awwww,” Taehyung teased. You all laughed and the guys circled around you, wrapping you in the sweetest group hug you’d ever had.

“I love you guys,” you sniffled. “Thank you.”

“We love you. We don’t ever want you and Hobi hyung to break up,” Jungkook said, and the others murmured their agreement.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Hobi said, waving his roommates off. “You guys gotta get out, she’s gotta get ready.”

“For what?” you asked, blinking in surprise.

He waggled his eyebrows mischievously. “For the best date ever.”

You laughed, then pressed your hands to your mouth, feeling happy tears well up once again as the guys left and shut the door behind them. Hobi clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Uh-uh, none of that,” he murmured, drawing your chin up and brushing your lips with his. “You’ve shed enough tears.”

He hugged you tight, and you let him hold you, pressing your face into his chest as you inhaled his familiar, sunshine scent. Even though things had looked completely shitty before, you knew that this was a huge stepping stone in your relationship to bigger and better things. You knew this fight would lead to nothing but happiness, and that in a few weeks, you probably wouldn’t even remember what you fought over. You loved Hoseok, and he loved you, and there was nothing else in the world that mattered.

Hey! Can i have vampire au with jimin please? No smut just fluffy :*

Hey ARMY, listen up! See this??? ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️

I made and edited this gif. In fact, I make and/or edit a lot of the gifs I use myself. You may have noticed that I use the tag #btsgif in some of my posts, even if they contain writing. That’s because I want ARMY to see all of my creations, including the gif I make as a header. Therefore, I think the tag is relevant.

In addition, not only do I want ARMY to see my gifs, I want to encourage ARMY to use them. Yep, that’s right! Feel free to steal this gif, I just ask you give me credit for the edit. After all, it’s not even my content I make/edit the gifs from, it’s obviously the property of BigHit and BTS.

However, in the future, I will be sure to be very specific in my posts, and post a disclaimer that I’m not just using the tag for clout, I’m using it so ARMY can find the gif I made and use it however they like. It’ll look something like this:

Disclaimer: This gif was made and/or edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just give me credit for the edit.

Hopefully this way, the 🚨tumblr police🚨 will leave my kute ass alone. Okies? Everyone happy? Good.

And with that out of the way, let’s continue on to this request. When it came in, it made me a tad apprehensive because it gave me a CHALLENGE, kutie anon. I mean, fluffy vampires? Fluffy JIMIN vampire? I’ve only written brooding, mysterious, playboy Jimin vamp in my book “Cursed,” so I had to take a couple days and really think about how I could make this work. I hope you like what came out of my brain. Much 💜 to you for challenging me in new ways, therefore improving my writing 😊

Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast belongs to Disney, just in case 😉

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Swearz for dayz. A bit of angst. Vamp Jimin being extra. Soobin from TxT magically appears. A little bit o’ flirting.

Word Count: 2,845

Summary: You’re an artist trying to obtain a university degree. One day, you get the strangest phone call asking you for the strangest commission you’ve ever had: Come live with this rich recluse and paint his portrait all summer. What could go wrong?

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Summer Portraits (Jimin One-Shot, Fluff, Vampire) Part One

You looked up at the large house, a feeling of intimidation creeping over you. It just looked dark, even in the bright sunlight, and most, if not all, of the windows were covered. What kind of person lived here of all places? In the middle of nowhere? Seems pretty sketch.

You’d gotten the call last week. “We’ll pay you a handsome commission,” the smooth voice said. “And we’ll cover the costs of travel.”

You pressed the phone closer to your ear. “That sounds great, Mr. Choi, but… it’s still a strange request.”

The voice on the other end chuckled. “Yes, well… Mr. Park is the very definition of strange, Miss L/n.”

Mr. Choi was very clear in his proposal. You’d spend the three months of your summer with this man, living in his house, to paint a series of portraits for him. As many as you could get done in three months. You initially found the request absolutely ridiculous. Give up your entire summer? No way. You already had plans to see friends and family, and were keen to get away from the stresses that University brought. However, the request became more interesting as Mr. Choi described how you would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement and not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing. That piqued your interest. Who was it? A celebrity? A famous CEO? An idol?

Looking at the large, foreboding mansion, you couldn’t see any of those three living here. The place reeked of old money. This estate had probably been passed down through the generations, and now someone, likely a young heir, was keen to stretch the limits of what ridiculous things their money could buy.

Sighing, you stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell. It clanged through the house loudly and you cringed, thinking maybe you should’ve knocked. A tall guy dressed in a suit and tie cracked it open. “L/n Y/n?” he asked.

“That’s me,” you said.

He stepped out onto the porch. “I’m Choi Soobin,” he said, bowing. “Please, come inside. I’ll show you to your room.”

“Thanks.”

Soobin was much younger than you imagined. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, at the most. Yet he acted well beyond his years, more refined, more mature. It was disconcerting to say the least. Soobin picked up your bags and led the way up the curving staircase. You both went down a hall, then turned right, then down another hall before he stopped at the third door on his left. “Here we are,” he murmured, pushing it open.

Your mouth fell open. The room was large, spacious, gorgeous, and surprisingly modern. The walls were painted a soothing lavender, your favorite color, and the king-size bed was covered in a matching coverlet and pillows. There was even a couch and television, and a large bay window filled with pillows that looked out onto the grounds. A perfect reading nook. “This is your closet and bathroom,” Soobin said, opening a set of double doors. The closet was humongous and chic, with plenty room for your clothes and then some, and the bathroom looked more like a full-out spa. It was like something you’d only seen on TV.

Soobin strode over to the other side of your bedroom and opened another door. “This leads to your studio,” he said. Your mouth fell open once more as you walked through. The space was open and had so much light, you had to squint from the sudden brightness. There were shelves upon shelves of supplies, everything you’d ever need, stacks of blank canvases, and a large, wooden easel. It was like an artist’s wet dream.

“This is amazing,” you breathed.

Soobin grinned. “It is, isn’t it? Mr. Park wanted to make sure you’d have everything you need. If you run out of supplies, please let me know, I’ll order more. Feel free to make a mess. The floors are a cheap vinyl flooring only made to look like wood. We’ll rip it out and put carpet back in once you depart.”

You nodded, amazed at the way Soobin said that so casually. Not everyone could afford to re-carpet on a whim. Did your benefactor really have that much money? “Dinner’s at seven every evening,” Soobin continued. “Don’t be late, and dress in something other than jeans, please. For your other two meals, you may have them whenever you like, just give me ample time to prepare them. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, feel free to help yourself to a snack. You may go wherever you like in the house, except the west wing. Mr. Park lives on that side and spends most of his time there, and unless you are specifically invited, I’d prefer you not disturb him.”

“S-Sounds good,” you stuttered. Who was this guy anyways, the Beast?

“Now, Mr. Park is waiting for you in his study. You’ll probably paint a few of his portraits there, is that alright? Or do you need to work in your studio?”

“I can work anywhere,” you replied.

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

Soobin led the way through the various hallways until you stopped at a set of dark wooden doors with intricate carvings in them. He knocked and pushed one open. “Jimin hyung?” he asked. “She’s here.”

A chair behind a desk turned to reveal the most handsome man you’d ever seen. Like Soobin, he was much younger than you’d imagined. His skin was pale, making his dark hair stand out in stark contrast. It was parted on the right, and his bangs hung over his left eye giving him a mischievously sultry look. He wore a bright jacket with a pattern of palm trees over a black dress shirt, dark ripped jeans, and black boots. His full, rosy lips were too perfect to be true, and his tawny eyes smoldered as they looked you over.

“Welcome!” he said brightly, holding out his hands and grinning. His eyes disappeared into cute crescent-moon slits. “I’m Park Jimin, but you can just call me Jimin. I’ve been waiting so long for this day, Y/n.”

Your mouth parted in surprise. Well, that’s not at all what you were expecting. And you were already on first-name basis…?

“Shall we get started?” he asked eagerly.

You closed your mouth and nodded. “Uh, sure. But I’ll need my supplies…?”

“Of course, of course. Come, I’ll sit in your studio for today.”

He wrapped your fingers in his and led you back down the hall to your studio, swinging your hands as you went. “What the hell?” you thought. To say Jimin was the opposite of what you were expecting was an understatement. The house screamed dark and brooding, as did his weird butler/servant person, and the mysterious circumstances under which you were brought. Yet Jimin was nothing but smiles and sunshine.

“Ah, here we are,” he said, pushing the door open to your studio. He got a stool from the corner and sat on it. You set everything up, placing a blank canvas on the easel and choosing a couple different colors of paint from the shelves. Soobin slipped through the door, hands behind his back, silently watching.

“How do you want me to pose?” Jimin asked, crossing his legs. “And smiling, not smiling?”

“Well, that depends on how you want the portrait to turn out,” you replied. “So just pose… however you want.”

“Better do not smiling,” he said. “For the first one at least. I want a range of my facial expressions, seeing as how I haven’t seen them for over thirty years now.”

“Sir,” Soobin said, a tone of warning in his voice.

Jimin waved him off. “Please, she’s signed a non-disclosure agreement. She’s fine.”

You were taken aback by the strange exchange, but shook your head, brushing it off. Whatever they were talking about didn’t concern you. You were here to do a job, get paid, and move back home without incident. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat as you took a drawing pencil and started sketching out what you wanted to paint. What you really desired was to capture the way his hair swept over his eyes, the mischievous look he wore, and those gorgeous lips turned up in a smirk.

“You can feel free to move a little if you’re uncomfortable,” you said to Jimin who sat as rigid as a statue.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I can sit still for quite a long time. Years, in fact. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Right, years,” you muttered as you continued sketching. This guy could really exaggerate.

You found you were enjoying yourself as you continued doing what you loved. This was why you became an art major. The bright, airy light, the way your pencil slid across the canvas, the only sound being that of your breathing as you inhaled and exhaled. It was perfect.

“So, how old are you?”

You blinked in surprise. “Twenty-three, almost twenty-four.”

“I expected as much. I look twenty-four, but I’m actually nearing my two-hundredth birthday.”

You scoffed a little at Jimin’s proclamation. “What, are you some kind of immortal?” you asked.

“Actually, yes,” he answered, actually serious.

You moved out from behind the canvas to give him an incredulous look. “Oh, I see. The scary mansion, the brooding butler… I get it.”

Jimin tossed a smile at you, biting his lip as he did so. “You do? Oh, I’m glad. I’m so tired of having to hide what I am.”

You snorted and kept sketching, trying to capture that irksome smirk he was giving you. “Whatever, dude. If you wanna pretend you’re immortal or some sort of metaphor, I say go for it. I’m just here to paint and get paid.”

Jimin tilted his head. “It’s not a metaphor,” he said, a trace of hurt in his voice.

“Sure it’s not,” you muttered. You were beginning to see why your commission was so high. You were sketching Jimin’s torso now, trying to capture the lines of his toned waist and the palm trees embedded on his jacket. He certainly chose an interesting outfit for his first portrait sitting.

“I’ve seen your work online,” Jimin said, still trying to make small talk. You rolled your eyes. You kind of wished he wouldn’t. Part of the magic of painting was the silence it brought. The most sound you allowed while you worked was a bit of soft music in the background.

He continued even though you didn’t answer. “It’s very good. That’s why I chose you, you know.”

“Well, I appreciate it,” you said. “It’s hard trying to be an artist and make a living, unfortunately.”

“I understand that. I knew Da Vinci back in the day, and he always said-”

“Done,” you said loudly, interrupting him. You could flesh out the colors with paint later. Right now, all you wanted to do was get away from this insanity.

“Already?” Jimin said, pouting.

“Yes. I mean, it’s not all finished of course. I can do the rest later. I just need to take a photo real quick.”

Jimin chuckled. “You can try.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your phone and aimed your camera at him still posing on the stool. “Alright, I’ll get-”

You stopped short as your finger hovered over the screen. There was the stool placed in front of the window, but Jimin was missing from it. “The hell…?” you muttered. You closed your camera app and reopened it.

Once again, there was the window, the stool, the floor, everything in the background that was supposed to be there… but no Jimin. “You see, Y/n,” Jimin said, standing up and walking slowly towards you. “That’s precisely why I brought you here. As a vampire, I don’t show up in photos, or even in mirrors. I haven’t seen what my face looks like in nearly thirty years. That was the last time I had my portrait done.”

You backed away from him until your back hit some shelves behind you. Jimin reached out and tenderly wrapped a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his eyes hooded and dark.

You, however, were fucking terrified. In all your years of artwork, you’ve obviously never, ever encountered someone, no, something, like Park Jimin. “Wh-What the fuck are you?” you stuttered.

Jimin sighed, grasping the shelf behind you. “I told you, Y/n, I’m a vampire.”

“N-No, that’s not possible, they don’t exis-”

“Exist? Am I not proof to the contrary?”

“Please,” you whispered, a tear leaking out of the corner of your eye.

“Shhhhh,” Jimin said. He stroked your cheek, wiping the tear away, and you shut your eyes, tensing up at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not why you’re here.”

“And will I be allowed to leave when I’m done?”

Jimin frowned. “Of course. Y/n, I think you misunderstand my intentions. I don’t want to drink your blood or keep you prisoner or anything. Besides, even if you did go home and tell people, who would believe you?”

You considered his words. What he said was true. Even your closest friends and family members would think you were crazy. That thought, however, didn’t help you feel any less frightened.

What did ease your feelings was the tender gaze Jimin was giving you. He didn’t look like he intended to hurt you, although his close proximity was making you uncomfortable. You stepped out of his grasp and held up your hands. “I just… I need a moment,” you said.

“Of course.”

Soobin bowed as you exited the room and ran down the hall, holding a hand over your mouth to keep the screams from coming out. Was it possible? Was every nightmare you had, every scary story, real? You stopped once you reached the top of the stairs, bending over and panting.

You sat on the stairs and curled your knees up to your chest. What the hell were you thinking? You should just run out the door and never look back. Still, something was stopping you. Maybe it was sheer curiosity, or maybe it was how you couldn’t get the way he looked at you out of your brain. Either way, it couldn’t lead to anything but disaster.

“If you want to leave, you may,” a voice said. You looked up to see Jimin walking towards you.

“I’ll think about it,” you muttered, turning away from him.

“Please don’t hate me,” he begged, reaching out. You shied away from him, and he withdrew his hand, closing it into a fist. “Once people find out what I am, they just stereotype and assume. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is for someone to accept me.”

You let out a shaky breath and finally looked at him, into those smoldering tawny eyes. “I’ll stay and paint your portraits… but on my terms. Don’t touch me, don’t come near me, and I need some guarantee of protection.”

Jimin thought for a moment, pressing a finger to his chin, before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small velvet bag that clinked as he brought it out. “Here.” He grabbed your hand and turned it so your palm was upright. He dumped what was in the bag in your hand.

You stared incredulously at the coins in your hand. “The hell is this?”

“Protection,” Jimin replied seriously, his eyes wide as they looked at you. “Silver. It burns me.”

Your mouth dropped open before you laughed out loud, completely overwhelmed by the entirety of the situation. The corners of Jimin’s mouth went up, but he looked mostly confused as he watched you laugh, arms folded over your stomach. You laughed until you cried, wiping your tears away and sniffing once your giggles had subsided.

“Are you done?” he asked pointedly.

“Yes,” you muttered, realizing how unhinged you looked. “Thank you for the coins.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and slung an arm over your shoulders. “Now, come on. You’ve got a painting to finish.”

Somehow, you found yourself not minding his touch very much, if at all. He didn’t seem so scary, even if he was a monster straight out of the movies. “Is Soobin a vampire too?” you asked suddenly as you walked back to your studio.

Jimin hummed in response, nodding. “I’ll need more coins then,” you joked.

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s on the bag diet, just like me.”

“Bag diet?”

“Yeah, you know, blood bags? We steal them from hospitals and such.”

You furrowed your brow. “That’s not cool, Jimin.”

He sighed. “I know… but it’s better than the alternative, right?”

You had to agree with that. Both of you reached your studio, and Jimin sat back on the stool as you started to paint. Soobin brought you a sandwich as the afternoon turned into evening and you started to lose light. For obvious reasons, neither he nor Jimin ate.

It was disconcerting, for sure, being stuck in a large mansion with two vampires, but one thing was for certain: this summer would be the most interesting one you’d ever have.

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As I said above, I hope you like this, kutie anon! Also, yes, I made a Part Two in which Y/n reflects back on the summer she had with Jimin and there is def more fluffy romance in that. Much 💜, as Taehyung would say, I purple you!

You are such an amazing writer!! Need pt 2 with jimin :(

Well, well, what a coincidence! You are an amazing person, kutie. Wish granted!! 😘

Apparently Necessary Disclaimer: I don’t own Netflix, but wbk. Also, the above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use it however you want, just give me credit for the edit. Thanks 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Swears, a bit o’ angst, mostly glorious fluffiness, Jimin badly procrastinating, kissing, brief (hella light) mentions of the frick frack. Nothing more than you’d hear about in a PG-13 movie. This was so fun to write, I hope you like 😘

Word Count: 2,281

Summary: You reflect back on your summer you’ve spent with vampire Jimin, getting closer and closer as you continued painting his portrait. But now summer’s over and you have to go back to university. How will Jimin react?

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Summer Portraits (Jimin one-shot, Fluff, Vampire) Part Two

You sat in your bay window, staring at the way the wind whipped through the trees and wound through the grass, creating swirls of hypnotizing green. You were leaving Jimin’s mansion tomorrow and going back to Seoul where, in only three days, another term at your university would begin. Feelings of unease and doubt crept through you. You knew this was the way things had to go, things had to end… but what if you didn’t want them to? After all, this summer had been one of the most interesting ones you’d ever had.

After Jimin confessed to you that he and Soobin were vampires, you were extremely apprehensive around them. The only time you felt relaxed was when you were painting, allowing the mixtures of color to settle your nerves. As time wore on, you realized their intentions probably weren’t malicious, and you found yourself enjoying the company of the eccentric vamp and his brooding butler.

“I love it,” Jimin said, coming up behind you and examining your work one sunny afternoon. He sighed. “Am I really that handsome?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned closer to the canvas, trying to detail his full lips with one of your smaller brushes. Jimin suddenly chuckled, causing you to lean away and toss him a glare. “Sorry,” he said, seeing your look. “It’s just… the last time I saw what my face looked like was thirty years ago. You would think things would’ve changed, but…”

He trailed off, giving you a small smile before continuing. “I’m a vampire. My face has never, and will never, change.”

“That is true,” I murmured, catching the trace of sadness in his gorgeous tawny eyes.

“No matter. Good work, Y/n,” he said, patting your shoulder and turning to leave. You were shocked to feel tingles shooting down your nerves from the place where he touched you.

Shaking your head roughly, you brought yourself back to reality with a harsh thought. “Never in a million years.”

A couple weeks later, Jimin announced at dinner that he was going to head out on a business trip and would be gone for the next few days. “Soobin will be here to attend to your needs,” he said. You shrugged in response, a strange feeling of disappointment settling over you. Were you going to… miss him? You supposed you were. The hallways would feel empty without Jimin’s laughter and his bright-yet-tasteful outfits.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he murmured, tracing his finger over the rim of a glass filled with dark red liquid. You had felt strange, eating full meals while Jimin and Soobin didn’t eat anything. As long as Soobin put it in a glass, you could just pretend they were drinking wine instead of blood and it didn’t make you squirm nearly as much.

Forty-eight hours later, you realized you were definitely missing him. Soobin was fine to have around, but he was so… so… professional. Always “Yes Miss L/n,” or “No Miss L/n.” He refused to call you by your first name, and except for the occasional game of chess, he didn’t have much talent in the way of entertainment.

Bored of browsing Netflix, you got up and went into your studio. A blank canvas sat on your easel just waiting to be turned into a beautiful work of art. You absentmindedly picked up a brush and squirted some paint onto your palette, swirling the bristles lazily in the color and brushing it onto the canvas. By now, you’d memorized the perfect, pale tone of his unblemished skin, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the soft curve of his lips that met in a barely-there cupid’s bow… every detail was yours to paint. You painted for hours, not even noticing when the room started to darken.

“Miss L/n?”

You jumped, the brush stroking across the canvas as your hand spasmed out of control. You turned to see Soobin looking at you in horror. “Oh my, I’m so sorry,” he said, pressing his hands to his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it,” you sighed, setting the brush down. You’d been using a dark brown color for the eyes, and now it was streaked across the portrait’s cheek. Whatever. This painting was kind of just for fun anyway.

“Is anyone here?” a voice called out.

Your heart soared at the sound of his melodic voice before falling and crashing in a fiery explosion. The painting. You couldn’t let him see it. Couldn’t let him see how you truly felt.

You hurried to take the canvas off the easel, placing it just inside the door between your studio and your room before closing it hurriedly. Soobin shot you a look of confusion and you shook your head at him just as Jimin entered the room. “Hey there,” he said, taking you in with a smile.

You smiled back, placing your paint-covered hands behind your back. “Hey. You’re back.”

“I am.”

“How was it?”

His tawny eyes bored into you as his smile turned into a small smirk. “Productive.”

The next day found you painting Jimin in his study. He dressed in just a normal black suit and tie today, claiming he wanted to see how he looked. His dark locks were swept backwards from his forehead, making him look more refined, and he chose to pose with his hands in his pockets, leaning against his large oak desk.

His sultry gaze seemed to pierce right through you as you did your best to capture it. “Can you do something for me?” he asked. You looked up and nodded.

Jimin smirked and you gasped as his eyes flooded a deep red. “Can you paint me like this?”

You took a step back, suddenly nervous, before regaining control of your emotions and nodding. Jimin leaned back against his desk once more, and you picked up a bottle of red paint, adding it to your palette before brushing the color onto the portrait’s eyes.

“Y/n,” Jimin said. You looked up once more. He beckoned you over with a long, pale finger.

You put down your brush and stepped towards him. Jimin’s mouth parted slightly open, and you caught a glimpse of pointed fangs. “Do I make you nervous when I look like this?” he asked. You hesitated before shaking your head.

“Why not?”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“How do you know?”

You swallowed hard. “Because you told me you wouldn’t… and I trust you.”

“You do?”

You nodded then let out a little shriek as Jimin grabbed you by the waist and tugged you close. Your face was only inches away from his as he looked down at you, an amused smile dancing across his lips. You watched in amazement as his eyes faded from red back to that tawny brown. “How about now?” he murmured.

You clutched the collar of his suit jacket and glanced down, a heated flush rising to your cheeks. He chuckled, the sound low in his throat. “Tell me, Y/n… did you miss me while I was gone?”

Your eyes widened. He knew. He knew how you felt. How you saw his face even when your eyes were closed. How you fantasized what it would be like to be with him.

Jimin impatiently squeezed your hips, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I-I-” you stuttered.

He closed his eyes and rolled his neck, opening them only to give you a quizzical look. “Well? Did you?”

“Yes,” you finally admitted.

Jimin smiled. “You know, I haven’t let myself get close to anyone in years. Soobin and I have just stayed out here, away from everyone and everything… You’re the first person I’ve ever let in here, and I half-expected you to run the first chance you got.”

“I almost did,” you confessed.

“What stopped you?”

You smiled. “You.”

“Me?”

You stared up into his tawny eyes. “Yes, you. I couldn’t… I mean, initially I was just curious and wanted to know more, but as you and I got to know each other, and as I continued painting your portrait, I…”

Your voice cracked and you stopped talking, afraid you’d already said too much.

“I feel the same way,” Jimin murmured, gently grasping your chin and bringing your lips to his. They were as soft as you’d imagined they’d be. He drew back, but you wanted more, wrapping your fingers through the belt loops of his trousers and yanking him back in. You kissed him with all of the pent-up feelings you’d had since the day you met him, hoping that one action could convey them all.

Jimin didn’t hold back either, angling his jaw to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting you, desiring you, adoring you. You drew back for breath for only a second before diving back into him, drowning in the exhilaration that covered you from head to toe. He was finally yours.

Until he wasn’t.

The next few weeks were filled with nothing but heat, passion, and dreams coming true. You spent your days tangled up with Jimin in between the sheets, painting him, going on long moonlit walks with him, and fully indulging your nearly-perfect summer.

The only shadow looming over all these serendipitous events was your leaving. In the week leading up to now, you’d kept waiting for Jimin to say something. Anything. Would he come back to Seoul with you? Would he visit? Were you two even official enough to expect that kind of thing? Or was this all just meant to be a memory, eventually forgotten?

You sighed and stood up, dragging your suitcase from out of your closet and throwing things haphazardly into it. He hadn’t said anything, just acted like you two would go on forever. Maybe that was literally possible for him, but for you, it was not realistic in the slightest. You would just have to move on. Throw yourself into schoolwork. Maybe find someone else.

Who are you kidding? There is no one else. Even if you searched the entire planet, no one else would compare to Jimin.

You continued packing, trying to distract yourself with the repetitive task of folding and placing. “This is such bullshit,” you muttered.

“Yeah. It is.”

You looked up to see Jimin leaning in your doorway, looking down at your partially-packed suitcase with an apprehensive look on his face. “What are you doing?” he asked.

You placed your hands on your thighs and squeezed. “Packing.

“Why?”

“My term at University starts in four days, Jimin,” you muttered, grabbing another blouse and folding it up.

“You’re leaving?”

You looked up to see Jimin biting his lip, his brow furrowed. “That was always the plan. I stay here for a summer, get paid, then go back to finish my degree.”

Jimin stepped close then slipped down to his knees, kneeling on the ground next to you. “Is that what you want?”

You didn’t answer. Jimin suddenly placed his palms on the ground and leaned forward, getting so close he caused heat to rise to your cheeks. Even after weeks of being together, he still gave you butterflies. “Tell me, Yn,” he murmured, tilting his head. “What do you want?”

“D-Depends on what you want,” you stuttered.

Jimin let out a scoff, yet a smile still lingered over his full lips. “I thought that was obvious,” he said. “I want you.”

He leaned forward even more and pressed his lips to yours, softly engulfing you in the sweetest kiss. Your lips separated and Jimin smirked, his face still hovering close to yours. “I’m coming with you, you know.”

Your mouth dropped open. “You are?”

His smirk widened. “Of course. I got a nice apartment close to your university. Close to you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“You dork,” you said before wrapping him in your arms.

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, his nose nuzzling into your hair. “I know nothing I do could match this summer, but I can try.”

“You’re already succeeding,” you murmured, holding him tighter.

You felt Jimin tense up. “What’s that?” he asked.

You turned to see where he was pointing and felt embarrassment rush through your body. “That? Oh, that’s nothing, just-”

Jimin pulled out the portrait you had painted of him while he was on his business trip. “I don’t remember you painting this.”

“I-I, well, I painted it while you were… while you were…” You seemed to have trouble getting the words out.

Jimin tossed you an amused grin. “You painted this… from memory?”

You nodded, clasping your hands behind your back

“Y/n, that’s… this is… I mean, this is amazing,” Jimin said.

You pointed to the dark streak that marred the portrait’s complexion. “Soobin made me jump,” you explained.

“That’s alright. I know you can fix it. In fact, I’ll pay you to fix it. Out of all of the portraits you’ve painted of me this summer, I think this one is my favorite.”

“Okay, but you don’t have to pay me with money,” you said, taking the painting from him and propping it against the wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Just promise me I’ll get the real you.”

“You already have me,” Jimini murmured, leaning down and kissing you.

You sighed into the kiss, a feeling of contentment working its way through you. Everything would be alright. This summer wouldn’t be just a flash of a memory, left unfinished and marred by regret. It was the start of a painting detailing the rest of your life. Despite the unknown future plaguing you, you knew one thing for certain. You and Jimin would finish that painting… together.

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Lone blue egg || Penguin Hybrid Jungkook x Bird Female OC | Hybrid au || @foxymoxynoona

Summary : Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he's a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. At least he's good at one thing: taking care of his precious egg. A comfort egg, not a real egg, he's not a real penguin, just a man with penguin DNA and behavioral tendencies. Just like Yoongi isn't actually an owl, even if he does stay up all night and sometimes hoot to fuck with their roommates. But this is a real love story, even if a slightly odd one.

Summer Nights || Rabbit!Hybrid Jungkook x Y/N | Hybrid au || @marginalmadness

Summary : A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

Evocation || Dragon!Jungkook x human?Reader | Hybrid au || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.

4-7-8 || Jungkook x reader | marriage au || @jiminrings

Summary : you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you. alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

Love sewn || Jungkook x reader | boy next door au || @jvnghxope

Summary : You’ve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything –from his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.

Sweet tooth || Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook x Cat hybrid!Reader | Hybridau || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Alpha jeon || Jungkook x reader | werewolf au || @pbandjk

Summary: You’ve been raised to be a Luna since you were born. You’ve always had an idea of how your future would be, there was little room to imagine anything different. You’d meet your mate and fall madly in love, and the two of you would take over for your parents once they got older. But what happens when a certain wolf comes in and throws all of your plans on their head?

i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane || Jungkook x reader | college au || @taexual

 Summary : jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

Please love me || Jungkook x reader | childhood friends au | arrange marriage au || @ahundredtimesover

Summary : As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

Rattled || Jungkook x reader | guy next door au | single dad au || @gukslut

Summary : "Jeongguk?" His chin quivers and he bites at his bottom lip, clenching his jaw as his eyes flood with tears, meeting Jin's questioning gaze as he collapses against Jin's broad shoulder, sobbing. Jeongguk struggles to make words come out of his mouth.Jin holds him tightly, not speaking, just waiting, trying to put the mess of puzzle pieces together in a way that might make sense. Finally, Jeongguk sucks in a heaving breath."I had a baby," he sputters out. "That's my baby.""I didn't know this baby existed eight hours ago," he chokes out, sniffling.

Lacrymaria olor || Alien!King!Jungkook x Human!Reader | alien au || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : In which you've survived on this foreign planet for more than two years until you're caught and brought to the King, who will decide your fate.

Bitchin || fratboy!jungkook x reader | 1980s au || @kinktae

Summary : The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

Under your skin || tattoist!jk x fem!reader | tattoo au || @armpirate

Summary : You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Unstable || Alien!Jungkook x Human!Reader | dystopian AU || @bonny-kookoo

Summary : Wrong place, wrong time, wrong everything. And yet, maybe it's not as bad as you thought.

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Idealizations concerning real life relations || jungkook x reader | fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc | fwb au || @venusiangguk

Summary : jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

Night After Night || Fuckboy bf! Jungkook x Reader | Established relationship au || @brown-bi-beautiful

Summary : "Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is".... You broke up with your boyfriend because he couldn't let go of his fuckboy antiques now he's gonna win you back whatever it takes.

If i told you || two-shots | Jungkook x reader | friends to lovers!au | college!au || @gukyi

Summary : in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

Scattered stars || two-shots | Jungkook x reader soulmate!au | fantasy!au || @taegularities

Summary : “And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.“

Welcome to the heartbreak show || kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | college au || @numinousher

Summary : you’re in love with your partner in class that everyone fears (and loves) due to his stoic facial expression and the way he rejects girls rather harshly. as you get to know him, will he be able to handle your heart that you so willingly gave him to care for or, will he break it due to his hatred for people who are in love with him?

In which she's done with him || Jerk jungkook x reader | unrequited love || @minstrivia

Summary : Jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone !! happy ending!

Angel in the marble || michelangelo!jungkook x servant!reader | high renaissance au || @venusjeon

Summary : after you fail to pickpocket him, the famous yet arrogant artist Jeon Jungkook takes you off the streets to make you his servant, and the more you know him, the more you realise he's not as detestable as everyone claims he is.

i can't wait to tell you, "i told ya'." || Single dad Jungkook x reader | Best friend au || @serendipitous-seven

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, a nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?

Los Angeles Laker || nba player jungkook x reader | nba au || @xpeachesncream

Summery : being one of the most popular players in the nba, jungkook takes absolutely no shit from anybody. he could give a fuck about the press, what people think about him, serious relationships. it’s a personal hell getting wrapped up with jeon jungkook— and you can’t help but fall into the same trap as every other woman who crosses paths with him. the more you fall, the more you realize that you will never be able to change a man who doesn’t want to change his ways.

Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs List 2...

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Day by day || dilf!jungkook x best friend!reader (f) | single dad au || @hansolmates

Summary : a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together

Aim for the heart || hitman!jk x female reader | hitman au || @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Bedeviled || demon!jungkook x female reader | demon au || @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Money. Fame. Power. Love. Health. Courage. Strength. Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it.  Convincing yourself to go to the Underworld? Easy... Walking through to get something that you've waited many years for, accompanied by a demon that will stop at nothing to make sure your soul belongs to him? Maybe not so much. Making deals with the devil is a tricky business; one you might not have realized could end in something much more painful than death itself if you make a single mistake.

Animal : Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 || Boxer Jungkook x Reader | boxer au || @cutaepatootie

Summary : The girl looked at the man who was in his 60s , lying on the hospital bed fighting for his life, he was trying to talk with her “I don’t want to go without telling something.” The girl frown looking at the old man “What do you mean, Mr. Jeon?” “I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.” “About her?” the girl frowns. Maybe his daughter? His sister? The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving. “Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

Into the woods || goblin jungkook x reader | goblin au || @junqkook

Summary : getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

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The habits of the broken heart || Jungkook x reader | soulmate au || @softykooky

Summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.  alternatively, “You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

Something in the heir || knight!jungkook x palace woman!reader | non-royalty palace au || @hisunshiine

Summary : The king of your empire will be leaving soon to head off to fight against Soiros, a foreign enemy, and his seven knights of the order of Bangtania will lead the way. One of the seven, Jeon Jungkook, with his dark eyes and easy smile, is someone you long for. Children believe he has slain dragons, and adults think he’s killed over one thousand Soirian soldiers. Everyone thinks he is a heartbreaker, making his way through every unwed wench in the land...but all he wants is you.

Miracle of the season || Angel Jungkook x Fallen Angel F! reader | angel au | soulmate au || @cybrsan

Summary : Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. When a familiar face pops up, you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Amortentia || Jungkook x reader | hogwarts au || @jungkxook

Summary : jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him.

Black magic   || human!jk x witch!reader (f) | magic uni! au || @hansolmates

Summary : a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

(Un)crushed    || human!jk x witch!reader (f) | magic uni! au || @hansolmates

Summary : you’ve liked jungkook for the longest time, but you believe it’s time to cut the cord—literally 

What's wrong?  || Jungkook x reader | slice of life!au || @oddinary4bts

Summary : Reader overhears Jungkook talk to his friends and mention how she’s always clinging on to him and doesn’t let him breathe sometimes and that she’s annoying because she’s too loud and energetic. When he comes back home she acts the complete opposite and tries to avoid him without letting him know what’s going on, until he realises that he actually prefers her clingy and loud🥺

High demand || Dealer! Jungkook x Reader || @bunnyhugs77

Summary : modern day Romeo and Juliet

Coin toss ||Jungkook x reader detective | agency au || @yoondoze

Summary : you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

Jeon Jungkook Fic Rec List 3....

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Code of conduct || mafia!jungkook x fem!reader | mafia au || @go1denjeon

Summary : jeon jungkook lived by a certain code: never associate yourself with the mins but when he set his eyes on you, he may just have to break it.

My love is here || jungkook x f reader | best friend au | unrequitedlove au || @solemnreads

Summary : "You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened."

Candles and flames || Jungkook x reader royal!au || @taegularities

Summary: wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Down bad || bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader | college au || @2hightocare

Summary : Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing.

Curse me foolish Destiny || beast! jungkook x fairy! Reader | beauty and the beast au || @dat-town

Summary : Once upon a time there was an arrogant king warning a proud princess that both of their nations would lose this war if they didn’t cooperate. What an irony that after all the mistakes he made, he was right about this.

Your eyes tell || artist jungkook x lawyer reader | soulmate au | lawyer au || @angellesword

Summary : You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

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This mortal coil || Alpha!Jungkook x Unspecified Wolf!Reader | werewolf au || @jinfizz

Summary: Some might say that being in love with your best friend is the single worst thing that can happen to you. That’s the least of your problems, though, because you’re still waiting to find your fated mate, you’re not getting any younger, and Jungkook is painfully, tragically human. Little do you know, your laundry list of problems is about to get a little bit longer–because there’s more to Jungkook than meets the eye.

Lost and found || Jungkook x reader | unrequited love au || @kooktrash

Summary : your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

Silent treatment || Jungkook x reader | Established relationship au || @thebangtancloud

Summary : You ruin the surprise he has planned for you and it's entirely his fault. Alternatively, Jungkook's silent treatment backfires terribly.

Cotton candy || werewolf!jungkook x witch!reader | werewolf au || @velocitae

Summary : your lure for fairies turned out to be a soulmate potion and you accidentally used it on a werewolf.

Melomaniac : Part 1 - Part 2 || Two-shot | punk!jungkook x reader | band au || @jungkxook

Summary : you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.

Easy || Jungkook x reader | college!au |fuckboy!au | bet!trope || @itsamejin

Summary : Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.

Seven storms || Jungkook x reader | forbidden love au || @wintaerbaer

Summary : As a young woman of considerable wealth, it has always been your father's expectation that you would marry one of the local aristocrats once you came of age. Your family's stable hand? Certainly not an option.

Fifth wish || Jungkook x reader | unrequited love au | bodyguard au || @jiminrings

Summary : jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while he’s at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead?

Wishing for you || Two-shot | Jungkook x reader | Established relationship au || @kookiestarlight

Summary : you and your husband decide to finally start trying for a baby. It should be easy enough, you thought. But it turns out getting pregnant is a lot harder than you expected.

Not so bossy || d1 soccer player!jungkook x reader | soccer au | Established relationship au || @jungkookschin

Summary : An irksome feeling infests Jungkook's system when his girlfriend lets him know that she can't meet up after not seeing him for three weeks.

Babbling curse || Slytherin jungkook x Gryffindor reader | hogwarts au || @btsinned

Summary : Jungkook and Y/N, rivals at Hogwarts, made a daring bet: loser of the upcoming Quidditch match faces the Babbling Curse, exposing their darkest secret.

Lucky number 7 || husbandJK x wifeOC named Siri | cheating au || @smoljimjim

Summary : The seven year itch has hit Jungkook. It hit him so bad, he did the unthinkable to his wife, Siri. How will Siri handle it?

Fall back in love || Jungkook x reader | childhood best friend au || @bukguhope

Summary : jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you

Falling || Photographer jungkook x reader | soulmate au | college au || @starshapedkookie

Summary: a person who is bound to another through the strongest  level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm. 

Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs List 4....

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Moonstruck || Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS) || @jeonsweetpea

Summary: You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to break his sire bond with you. Not like you were thrilled an ungrateful brat was sired to you anyway. Just a hundred more days and it would all be over. He would no longer be loyal to you.

Chasing cars || brother's best friend!Jungkook x reader | forbidden love?au | college!au | slice of life!au || @oddinary4bts

Summary : when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

The Farmhouse || cowboy jungkook x reader | childhood bestfriends au | friends to lovers au |slice of life || @solecize

Summary : every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision. despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

Fool for you || jungkook x reader | college au | fake dating au | strangers to friends to lovers au || @btsgotsvt-blog

Summary : When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

Supercharged || Jungkook x reader | supernatural au | superheroes au / villain au | Enemies to lovers au || @btsmosphere

Summary: starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

Long way home || dilf!jk x best friend!reader | single dad jk | boxer!jk | friends to lovers au || @sparklingchim

Summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

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Meraki || grumpy!jk (+ photographer!jk) x sunshine!reader | not exactly e2l but more like "i find you pretty annoying" to lovers || @taegularities

MERAKI (v., Greek). "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work." Summary: Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.

Silent treatment || Gamer Jungkook x cat owner reader | Established relationship au || @angelic-vibez

Summary : Jungkook gives you a silent treatment after your cat ruins his whole gaming setup

But we loved too young || Bestfriend!jungkook x reader | friends to lovers au | lovers to strangers au | big timeskip au | college to adulthood au || @jl-micasea-fics

Summary : Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

First class || rich student!jk x rich student!reader | universityau | bestfriends au || @girlygguk

Summary: in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.

The witch sisters || heartthrobwitch!jk x witchfem!reader | witch au || @rkivepetals

Summary : When your seven witch sisters come across your almost- boyfriend.

Not like you || dilf!jungkook x boxer!jungkook x childhood enemy!reader | Enemies to lovers au || @oureuphoria

Summary: God had favourites. Jungkook figured that out early in his childhood, when every waking moment was spent trying to impress his parents at the expense of you. He ran away at 19 to escape the immeasurable pressure to succeed but he couldn't escape you. Six years and a daughter later, Jungkook met his childhood enemy again, except this time he didn't want to run.

Limerence || exes to lovers au | ex boyfriend!jk x ex girlfriend!reader || @kooktrash

Summary: a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

Infinity || Three-shot | alien!Jungkook x human!female reader | alien!AU | dystopian!AU | dark romance | S2L || @runariya

Summary: As the last human in existence, what will be your fate?

Sweet apple biscuits || Jungkook x reader || @rosaetae

Summary: a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy.

“Hold him and love him. Tell him how you feel. Tell him how much he means to you. And whatever you do, never let go of him.”

Disney+ and bust || app developer jungkook x reader | Established relationship au || @1kook

Summary : There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. 

The lucky ones || Jungkook x reader | University!AU | Soulmate!AU || @today-we-will-survive

Summary: unique soulmate mark stains the skin around your right eye, making you an outcast in a world where everyone has a mark showing where their soulmate will first touch them. Unlike others with marks on their palms, arms, or cheeks, your eye mark sets you apart, leaving you to question its meaning and the fate of your soulmate.

Some way, some how || autoshop owner!jk x businesswoman!oc | slice of life | childhood crushes | friends to lovers || @1kook

Summary: Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you.

It was always you || naval aviator!jungkook x professor!reader + editor!jungkook | childhood friends to lovers au || @hueseok

Summary: as long as you remember, you’ve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because that’s what happens when life naturally takes it course—you grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.

so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason he’s asking you isn’t due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks he’s doing you a big favor.