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Updated: 10/01/24

☻ - Tkl fanfic

☹︎- Angst

divider credits!

Deep space

𝕜𝕡𝕠𝕡

・no longer writing for・

𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣

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☻ Maknae's smile

☻☹︎Insecurity Comebacks

𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜

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☻ Smile for the camera!

𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕖

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢

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𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛

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𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞

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𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝙺

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𝕍𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤

𝙳𝙱𝙷

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𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎

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𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚠 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢

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𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚢

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☻ Family Reunion

𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

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𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕

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☻ Stubborn much?

☻ Lee husk ler angel

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚍

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𝙽𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊

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𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙲

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☻ lee: Jax ler: Gloinks

𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃

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𝚁𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃

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𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕 |1 and 2|

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𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕 & 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎

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Sleepy kitty - Lee: Logan ler: Wade

𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗

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𝚇-𝙼𝚎𝚗

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Neck Tickles - Lee: Kayla Ler: Logan

Whitney, here! Known previously as @jvngkook97. Hoping this looks organized enough for you all to get around my blog more easily! If anything seems confusing, please let me know! I’ll try to do better.

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With that being said, my blog can contain explicit material in the form of writing that's meant for a mature audience of 18+, if you're not comfortable with that, please leave now.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED;

THINGS I WILL WRITE;

fluffy content that's tooth rotting

angsty heart wrenching content (personal fav)

humor in the form of cheesy jokes and one liners

smut (to en extent pls read the section below)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE;

physical abuse, sexual abuse, yandere, hybrid, incest, pedophillia, extreme violence, gore, etc.

PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME;

Although I love to write for and interact with all you lovely people, this is not my main priority. Shocker, amiright? No, but really, this is strictly a side hobby I do in my spare time. Which, being a SAHM of two littles, doesn't come often. If you sent in a request, I will get to it as soon as possible.

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GIRL YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING WITH JUNGKOOK AND HIS VLIVE 👀

FLUFF AS FLUFFY AS HIS HAIR PLEASE

OH AND BAM

- 😮‍💨

ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE (sometimes)

Hehe enjoy <3

TEASE (M)

gif credits to the wonderful @jung-koook (cause I couldn’t find it in the gifs search function lol)

synopsis; in which Jungkook can’t keep himself from flirting — both with ARMY and you.

pairing; idol!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. baby bam

genre; fluff, humor, smut, vlive au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; foul language, Jungkook being a highkey playboy while drinking beer, light smut in the form of touching (f. receiving) but nothing too explicit (that'll be in part two ;)), itty bitty exhibitionsim (or is it voyeurism? idk but one of those) heh, note this doesn't follow the entire live, just snippets.

w/c; 1,248

a/n; I’m not okay. 🙃

“Jungkook, if you don’t stop, you’re single handedly going to be the death of ARMY.”

Bam has his head resting over your outstretched legs as he sits on the floor next to the couch beside you, one hand of yours continuously stroking his head as you watch Jungkook flirt shamelessly with everyone on his vlive he’s currently filming – one in which the company has no idea he’s doing.

You’re positioned just off camera, yet still seated close enough next to him on the couch that you can easily kick his butt with your foot if needed.

“Watch the jewels!” He scolds lightly at you, rubbing his butt you just kicked. You snicker, until he reaches behind him to grab your foot and tickle it, making you squeal and squirm, kicking your foot at him that ARMY can see on camera.

“ARMY just said to leave me alone, y/n.”

“Tell him to stop tickling me then!” You say loud enough that they can hear you in the background.

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop.” He raises his hands in front of him to show he’s not lying. Another question rises. He answers.

“Did I get scolded by the company yet?” He waves his hand in the air passively. “Nah, I’ve had my years in the career.”

You shake your head at that, sometimes he can be so reckless. But you can’t be mad at him when it’s been so long since he’s personally interacted with fans. You could tell he was becoming more sullen as the days progressed. When he came up with the idea, part of you wanted to say no, though when it came down to it, you couldn’t. Not when he’s looked the happiest he’s been in a long time.

“They may have not, but the members did!” You say, nudging him with your big toe in his muscled, black sweats wearing thigh. He swats you away, still focused on the screen in front of him, but smirks at what you said.

“Y/N is right, they told me not to do another live while drinking, but here I am! Again.” His hand curls around the large mug handle that houses his beer.

“I’m a man who doesn’t give up!” He bows, like the true showman he is in front of the camera, then clinks the glass with the screen. “Hello, I’m Jungkook!”

He places the cold mug to his lips, a sly grin beginning to form that has you worried. His free hand that’s off screen begins to massage the foot he just ignored a few moments ago, you raise your brow at him, but he doesn’t see it.

“Do you want to get married?”

Your ears perk up at that, heart rate accelerating at the newfound topic. One that has yet to be discussed within the four years of you two dating. As if sensing your anxiety, Bam jumps up onto the couch to curl in between you and the couch.

Jungkook’s eyes soften as he gazes at you both, head turned away from the screen for a moment to watch how well you and Bam get along. It’s not till your eyes lock onto his, that he puckers his lips at you both. You blow him a kiss with your hand that’s not stroking Bam. He grins, focusing back onto the screen, ultimately dodging the question. Your heart rate returns back to normal when the moment passes.

“Don’t ignore us? That’s cute. So cute, it’s right up my alley.” He runs his fingers through his hair, lopsided grin on display. Unbeknownst to you, he pans the camera onto your oblivious figure, attention still plastered to your phone, but it's when Bam's ears perk that has your eyes flickering up in wonder.

"Just look at my cutie right here, isn't Bam so precious?" It takes all of five seconds for Bam to maneuver his way on the couch over to Jungkook who scoops him up in front of the camera for everyone to see. With the camera still panned onto you, you point at the dog dad and his son with a pout.

"See what I have to deal with? Bam is the one that gets all the love in this relationship, not me. I should just leave--," You sigh heavily, feigning being upset and pushing yourself up off the couch. Jungkook's oversize shirt perfectly ends at your knees due to your short stature, so you know no flashing will take place.

Jungkook attempts to grab the edge of hisyour shirt, and as you twirl away from him and out of view, he's the one pouting now.

"Baby, you know I love you, right?" He calls out to your retreating form as you make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Bam continues to lick his face all the while, nearly shoving his tongue down Jungkook's throat when he keeps trying to talk through Bam's love assault.

Two minutes then pass of complete silence.

That should've been your first warning.

"If I was your boyfriend, never let you go~"

Your body stiffens, arm outstretched halfway to pick up a glass off the drying rack, fingertips grazing the glass. Jungkook continues singing Justin Bieber.

"Keep you on my arm, girl~."

The singing gets closer, until you feel the warmth of his body as he slides up next to you using the smooth flooring to his advantage in his sock clad feet, one microphone in hand. An arm snakes it's way around your waist to pull you snug into his side, him nuzzling your neck for a moment before he finishes his rendition of the song.

Out of your peripheral, you see the laptop now faces the kitchen, upper half of your bodies in plain sight and the rest covered by the kitchen island planted in the middle of the kitchen. Bam has seemed to make himself busy by curling up in the warm spot on the couch that Jungkook was taking up previously.

He sways your bodies, a song you most definitely didn't expect to play reaching your ears, along with Jungkook's hot breath that's outlining the shell of your ear. You nearly stop breathing when he gets to the chorus, tattooed hand sneaking it's way down your side, bunching the edge of your shirt in it's scathing wake.

"Mommy don't know daddy's getting hot~"

His front now presses firmly against your back, entire body leaning against yours that allows you to feel every taught curve and crevice of his body that's hidden beneath his baggy clothing, including his already semi hard-on that presses into your lower back. His hand glides itself underneath your shirt to rub small circles on your stomach. Your breath does stop then.

"Jeon Jungkook." You warn him, quietly. He ignores you.

"At the body shop~"

Lower, dangerously lower.

"Doing something unholy~"

You have to bite your lip in order to prevent the whimper that wants to escape when two fingers press firmly against your clothed core. The devilish grin that appears on his face when you tilt your head back against his chest with your mouth slightly open to look at him with a look of need just makes him press harder, and you nearly keel onto the floor if it wasn't for his body weight alone keeping you pressed immobile against the cool marble countertop, the edge digging into your abdomen harshly.

This motherfucker knew what he was doing to you, and he didn't care.

What a tease.

Saw your requests were open and wanted to know if you could write something about Jimin? Kinda angsty (since that’s your fav) but if possible have a fluffy ending? Love your writing and so glad that you’re back! Thank you if you choose to do this!

Here you go, bestie <3 & thank you for taking my fav genre into consideration when requesting! xo

Safe and Sound

synopsis; in which the words ‘sleep’ and ‘rest’ don’t exist in your boyfriend’s vocabulary — so it’s up to you to enforce them, lovingly, of course.

pairing; idol!Jimin x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, comfort, idol au

rating; PG-13

warnings; angst in the form of jiminie overworking himself, and reader being worried so much, this was supposed to be a lil drabble over consoling Jimin but it ends up being more reader centered lmao oops 😬

w/c; 1,283

song to listen to; lift me up by rihanna

a/n; thank you for entrusting me with bringing your idea to life, I only hope I did it justice. <3

All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and the soles of your shoes as they hit the freshly mopped flooring of the HYBE training facility. The hallway was long, and the bright fluorescent lighting above you were the only thing keeping your still half asleep form even mildly awake. Well, that, and worry.

He still wasn’t back home.

The time on your phone read 3:31am, and showed no new notifications from your boyfriend. You reread the last string of text messages you sent him, which was hours ago, and technically yesterday.

Hey! Just a friendly reminder to stay hydrated!

Hope practice is going well, but don’t forget to take breaks when needed!

Baaaaaby, haven’t heard from you in awhile and you said you would be home around this time. Thinking of having a late night after all?

Jimin, I’m really starting to worry. Please, just let me know you’re okay at least?

Jimin?

I’m on my way.

Locking your phone, you push your feet to walk faster when you see the sign of the dance studio him and the boys usually use. Upon getting closer, you notice the light shining through the crack underneath the door, hear the muffled sounds of music coming from inside.

Your hand curls around the door handle, and you push down gently. You don’t know why, but you felt as if you should tread with caution upon entering. The door makes a slight ‘woosh’ sound as it glides swiftly across the sleek, hardwood flooring that’s now underneath your feet, and your body immediately shivers from the blast of cool air that hits your entire body due to the A/C being on full blast constantly within the practice rooms.

The first sight that greets you has your body deflating instantly with relief, only to be turned into slight panic when your boyfriend doesn’t respond to his name being called, his lithe figure leaning sideways against the full wall to wall mirrors, back towards you.

Your shoes squeak as you sprint ungracefully towards his unresponsive self. And you have to stop yourself from slamming into your panic stricken mirrored reflection by using the flat of your palms against the cool to the touch glass to stop your momentum. The force in which you stop makes the glass shake as your eyes finally land on his, that are only just now slowly opening from the vibration against his head your act caused.

In a bleary haze, his eyes adjust to the bright light first, watching your lips as they move fast – so fast in fact it makes a confused expression appear across his face. His ears pick up the faint music of the song he’s been rehearsing choreo all day for, but then ultimately zeroes in on the same word that’s been leaving your mouth for the past few seconds.

“Jimin, jimin, jimin—,”

It’s not until a warm hand encompasses his cheek, along with an equally as warm body smashing into his chest, your arm wrapping around his middle with a vice grip, your nails digging into the flesh of his back that has him letting out a slight grunt. When he straightens himself back up, his arms envelope your shaking form. Your breaths are short, fast, and he has to pull away from you in order to see the tears that threaten to spill over your waterline, pooling dangerously at the edge.

His big hands grip your face gently, brows pinched in worry at your distressed state. Due to his brain still waking up, he assumes only worst case scenarios as he asks.

“Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong? Why are you here? Did something bad happen? Are you okay? Are the boys—”

It’s ironic, really. How you initially came here to be the one comforting him and now he’s the one doing the comforting for you.

“You never came home.” Your voice floods with emotion that washes over him, creating a pool of guilt around him as his focus zeroes in on the large clock that overhangs above the doorway of the room.

You can see his face morph through stages of confusion, shock, sadness — and finally guilt as he looks at the clock, it being cemented further when he fishes his phone out of his back pocket and sees his phone blown up with countless notifications from you that he failed to read when he seemingly passed out while standing up.

That was a first for him.

His thumbs brush away the few tears that managed to fall, but he notices that your breathing has gradually returned to normal again the longer you stood there looking at him.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to worry you. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“While standing up, Jimin?” Your hands grip at the sides of his shirt, and the warmth you feel emanating from his body soothes you, let’s you know that he’s real, that he’s there, that he’s safe.

“Yeah, I know. Not good. Definitely going to have a kink in my neck and shoulder for the next few days from that position. Maybe even worse than those times you made my arm fall asleep from you passing out on me!” He tries to ease the mood, the tension of the room with a joke. Even going so far as to give you one of his dazzling smiles that has his eyes squinting at you, a hesitant chuckle floating up from the depths of his chest.

You manage to crack a small smile, the edge of your lip curving reluctantly. No matter how upset, or how worried you are, he never fails to make things better, make things right.

And he wasn’t about to stop now. But as much as you’re relieved, you need to drop some tough love on him.

“Jimin, we’ve talked about this, love. You need to listen to your body and accept it’s limits when it comes to practicing. Especially when you are by yourself, cause you may have fallen asleep standing up today, but what if you were driving home after a long practice and fell asleep at the wheel?” You have to bite your bottom lip in order to stop it from quivering, you don’t think he sees it, but he does.

“You’re right, baby. As always.” He smiles lovingly at you, thumb now running over your bottom lip to stop you from biting a hole in your lip.

Your eyes flutter shut when he leans down to press a short, but meaningful kiss against your parted lips. Stretching up on your toes, you angle your head in a way to deepen the kiss, having to chase his lips when he departs to early for your liking. You can feel the smile on his lips as he reciprocates your affections ten fold, feel the rumble of his laugh with your hands that are pressed firmly on his chest.

Foreheads lightly pressed together, eyes still closed, and his nose nuzzling yours, he speaks softly.

“How did I get so lucky to have someone care so deeply for me?”

“Sometimes I feel like it’s a curse, to care so deeply.” You mumble out half serious, half joking, smile playing on your lips. “But for you? I would gladly bear it for the rest of my life.”

A shaky sigh exhaled against yours lips, your next breath being caught by his lips that press fervently against yours with so much passion you can feel it in your toes, in his touch, and it nearly leaves you breathless.

A string of words chant off his lips with each kiss he gives you, reaching to your soul.

“I love you, I love you, I love you—”