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Favourite Jungkook Fic 🐰

I have included One Shots and Drabbles here. Series and Two Shots are in another list.

None of the fics in the list is mine. These belong to some amazing, creative and wonderful writers. Go check them out and read their other fics. Also like, reblog and /or comment there 😊

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One Shots || Drabbles

✩ Granite Glow @namjoonchronicles | Angst, Fluff ( Husband Jungkook au)

✩ Twenty Four @deerguk Fluff and Fluff (Husband au. It's really so cute 😍)

✩ The Second @untaemedqueen Angst, Fluff (Jungkook parents au)

✩ Stay @sahmfanficbts | Angst, Fluff (Hurt/comfort fic. This one is really good and healing. OC has depression but she is hopeful)

✩ Somnolent @forgottenpasta Fluff (Roommate au. Cute and funny characters)

✩ Busted In Busan @hansolmates | Fluff, Angst (Christmas au. Painter Jungkook)

✩ Year 22 @guklvr | Angst, Fluff, Smut (Childhood friend au)

✩ @jeonstudios

Deal | Angst, Fluff, Smut (Devil Jungkook au. There is a little twist)

Wherever There is You | Angst, Fluff (Hurt/Comfort fic. Broken marriage/divorce au)

✩ The Millionaire and his Lover @gukyi Angst, Fluff, slight smut (Best friend au)

✩ Let Me Drive @wtf-yoongi | Fluffy fluff ( A very cute and fluffy fic. Shy Jungkook. Jungkook and OC went on a little vacation)

✩ Amortentia @jungkxook | Fluff, Slight Angst (Harry Potter au)

✩ In Your Time @introkookie | Angst, Fluff (Shy Jungkook but very cute)

✩ Boy Meets Evil @koorara | Fluff and Fluff ( So fluffy. OC, Jungkook and a cat 🐱)

✩ @jimlingss

Date in A Box | Fluff and fluff (Just full of fluff like a cotton candy)

Dynasty | Angst, Smut, Fluff ( Historical, royalty au. This one sooo good. You will basically watch a movie while reading this. I love it so much ❤️)

✩ Sweets @worldwidemochiguy | Fluff (Soft Yandare Jungkook)

✩ So Close to Perfect @seok-jinnies | Angst ( At first hurt but you will get the comfort eventually)

✩ Late Supper @secretmischief | Angst, Fluff, Smut ( Idol Jungkook au. OC is hurting at first but fluffy ending)

✩ Crush @jungxk | Angst, Fluff, Smut ( Idol Jungkook au. Jungkook lost his memory)

☆ @venusjeon

His Service | Angst, Smut ( Historical, royal au. This one is really angsty. I cried 😭)

l'aquelarre | Angst, Fluff, Slight Smut (Fantasy, Magic au. Witch Jungkook)

From The Depths | Angst, Fluff (Historical, fantasy au. Siren Jungkook)

✩ War-time Child @ktheist | Angst, Fluff (Fantasy, magic au. Slight Harry Potter au. Jungkook is the one with magic)

✩ Webslinger @lemon-boy-stan | Angst, Fluff (Jungkook Spiderman au)

✩ Tangled Thoughts @mimikookie | Angst, Fluff, Slight violence (Jungkook Spiderman au)

✩ Feed Me Fight Me @yeojaa | Angst, slight smut ( Jungkook fighter au. OC is very understanding. Hurt/Comfort fic)

✩ Are you going to stay @hollyhomburg | Angst, Fluff, slight Smut (Jungkook Idol au)

✩ Second Chances @parkhabits | Angst, Fluff, Smut (Jungkook husband au. Almost divorce au)

Willow| JJK

Summary: You were always there for Jungkook, no matter the intensity of the trouble he was in, you were always there for him.

genre: college student! Jungkook x reader!, best friends to lovers.

Warnings/tags: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, oral, mentions of unprotected sex, panic attacks, insecurities, accidental pregnancy/child, dirty talk, pet names.

Words: 23.7K

A.N: Hello, it is finally here, i hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think with your comments and asks, knowing what you guys think mean the world to me, really you have no idea how that lifts up my spirits when I don`t feel motivated, anyways, please enjoy lovelies <33333

You look around the coffee shop where Jungkook was supposed to meet you twenty minutes ago, you didn’t plan on meeting him there, it was just understood between the two of you even a ritual if you had to give it a word, both of you came to this shop to grab coffee before your classes and usually you were the one getting late not him, never him, never even when you were kids, Jungkook was always the impatient one, his impatient nature forced him to do things early, meeting you somewhere to hangout was nothing different, he was always before time and you were glad because you never had to wait instead, you always got scolded for not being on time even if you are five minutes late. You lean back in the seat, chewing on your bottom lip as you look outside the window. No sign of him. You look down at you phone, his chat still open, a thread of your messages sent to him can be seen but still nothing from him, he wasn’t even at home when you left in the morning. You huff. Is he okay? Your best friend instinct kicks in.

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Tracing Your Tattoos | jjk [teaser]

summary: you never expected to reunite with the ex that broke your heart years ago after he disappeared on you during your pregnancy, but here he was in the the flesh, asking for a place to stay.

pairings: ex boyfriend!baby daddy!jungkook x f!reader

warnings: smut, angst, alcohol addiction (jungkook is a recovering alcoholic), exes to lovers, brief violence, fluff, 18+, minors dni

warnings for teaser: DV, strangulation

word count: 922

You let out an airy sigh as you enter your home, relieved to finally kick your shoes from your aching feet. You peel off your jacket, hanging the denim on your coat rack. You notice Jungkook still sitting on the couch, just as he was when you left for work this morning. “Hey, honey.” You greet the brunette. “Hey.” He mumbled, his eyes staying glued to the tv screen. You furrow your brows at his lackluster tone, finding his unenthusiastic attitude off putting as he usually greets you at the door, but you chose not to dwell on it. “Where’s Junior?” You keep the conversation moving, venturing towards the kitchen.

“Asleep. Where else?” He says with agitation in his voice, subtly hinting that he wasn’t quite in the mood for talking. He takes a sip from a plastic red cup that you hadn’t spotted in his hand until now. You sense the hostility in the room, so you decide to address it. “Is there a problem?” You ask the brunette, who still refuses to look away from the television. “No,” he burps. “Do you want one?”

You scoff, throwing up your hands as you refuse to argue with him and his random act of rudeness. You focus on the mess that was left in the kitchen, rolling your eyes. Leave it to Jungkook to make a mess and not clean it up. You grab the garbage from the counter, stepping on the peddle of your trash can, the lid popping open.

You notice an empty glass bottle sitting atop of the heap of garbage, and a frown forms your lips. You throw the trash in your hands back to the counter before you grab the glass bottle from the trash, reading over the label. ‘Jack Daniels’. Your cheeks heat up with rage, and you stomp over to Jungkook, slamming the bottle on your coffee table. “What the fuck is this?!” You shout angrily.

Jungkook finally pulls his gaze away from the tv, looking from the bottle to you. “A bottle.” he replies in a snarky manner. “Yeah, that much I fucking gathered. What’s it doing here?” You cross your arms, giving him the 3rd degree.

“I had a friend from my sobriety class come over, and we had a little drink. So what?”

“So what?! You drank the whole fucking bottle, Jungkook. You’re not supposed to be drinking at all, you’re a recovering alcoholic!” The brunette scowls as though he didn’t need your reminder. “I know that.” He slurs a bit, his voice nonchalant. “Then why the hell are you drinking with your sobriety buddy when you should be attentive to our five year old?”

“You know I’ve had a tough week, so give me a fucking break.” He takes another swig of what was in his red cup, which you could only presume to be the rest of the Jack Daniels. “That better not be alcohol in that cup.” You point to the red solo cup. “And if it is?” He glares at you, his eyes glossy.

You huff, stepping around the table to snatch the cup from his grasp but Jungkook is too quick, moving the cup away from you. “Jungkook, give it here.” You demand, reaching for it once more, though it was all to know avail. Fed up, you smack the bottom of the cup, watching it fly out of his hand and hit the floor. “What the fuck is your problem?!” He bellowed, abruptly standing up from the couch.

“No, what’s yours?!” You size him up, not backing away just because he towered over you. “You promised me you changed, but here you are drunk with our son only in the next room! You’re fucking hopeless!”

“I’m hopeless?” He chuckles. “If I’m hopeless then you’re pathetic. Having that damn kid when you know I never fucking wanted him in the first place!” He spat. You felt a pang in your chest, your eyes watering a bit. You refused to let them fall though. Instead you pull your hand back and slap Jungkook across the face. The brunette’s head turned upon impact, and you could see him bite down on his lip ring.

Before you’re able to process what you’ve done, Jungkook lunges at you, knocking you down onto the couch. He straddles you, his hands flying around your throat. You struggle to get him off you, your fists pounding against his chest. The struggle only makes him squeeze tighter, your eyes watering as you lose oxygen.

“Daddy?” The sound of your son’s voice rings in your ears; Jungkook’s grip suddenly loosens, and he finds himself pulling away from you. The look on his face is a look of terror, shame, and sadness as Junior stands there in confusion. Though the child didn’t understand what was going on, it was the mere fact that he was witnessing his father strangle his mother, and that made Jungkook sick to his stomach.

Jungkook looks from the five year old, to you, lying there trying to catch your breath. He runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes brimming with tears. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He shakes his head, standing up from the couch and darting to the front door. He puts on no shoes, or jacket, just opens the door and leaves you there alone with Junior. You sit up from the couch, the tears you wouldn’t let fall finally did so.

Junior approaches your shaking frame, looking up at you with worried eyes. “It’s okay, mommy.”

[8:51 p.m.]

*UNEDITED*

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. while it was the way you wanted it to be for the most part (you got to spend a wonderful evening with namjoon and the others at a nice italian restaurant) there was just one problem. sitting right across from you was jungkook and his new girlfriend. scratch that, his new girlfriend that you did not know about.

after spending two years pining over jungkook, you had planned to confess to him tonight. after they were on tour for half a year, you thought it would be perfect to confess to him on your birthday. the funny thing is they’d all known about it to, the boys. you spoke to namjoon on the phone about it prior to the dinner, telling him how nervous you were to finally tell jungkook how you felt about him. it was astonishing to see how practically everyone around you knew about your crush on him, except him. he managed to miss the way your eyes held infatuation for him, or how you left lingering touches here and there. the boys knew you were whipped for him, but it felt like a slap in the face to you all because he kept the relationship hidden from all of you. you could tell the boys were shocked when she showed up, but mostly you could see the pity in their eyes for you.

“jinah and I met on tour. she’s the assistant to one of our designers,” jungkook says after sipping his wine. he delved into a conversation with his new beau but in all honesty you zoned out after you noticed how he looked at her with lovey-dovey eyes. you mindlessly twirled your spaghetti on your fork and attempted to focus your attention to hoseok who was sharing his experience with going to a dog park in one of the cities they toured in. to your left, seokjin’s laughter overtakes hoseok’s voice, and to your right, jimin finishes his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin. watching your absentminded actions, taehyung, sitting across from jimin says, “y/n, you seem lost, all okay?” jimin shoots a stern look to the man, but it’s pointless because you’re on the hot seat. all eyes are on you and in a panic, you only look up from your plate to lock eyes with jungkook. he’s trying to analyze your gaze, but before he figures anything out you quickly flit your eyes on taehyung.

“just really glad you guys are here,” you say with a tight lipped smile. you pick up your glass of wine and take a sip to avoid answering anything else. everyone at the table knows not to say anything. well, all except one, as usual. “you know we wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, y/n. your friendship means a lot to us.” jungkook’s words shoot you like a bullet, and you feel jimin rub your knee in an effort to comfort you. you turn to him and give him a small smile but he sees the sadness in your gesture.

after dinner, you stand outside the restaurant and ask the boys if they want to head back to your place just to chill; but before anyone could say anything, jungkook interjected. “actually, jinah and I wanted to go grab some coffee at a place across town so I will see you sometime later. oh, and y/n,” he approaches you, jinah standing closely behind him. he reaches into his pocket and pulls a velvet box, before stretching his hand out to you. you take the box and curiously open it and your eyes widen when you see a thin sliver chain with your birthstone as a pendant perfectly glistening in the light of the restaurant sign. “jungkook, it’s beautiful.” he smiles, bunny teeth and all. “I can put it on you if you’d like,” he offers and for a second you want to forget that jinah is standing there. you want the moment to be one you can capture and store in your memory forever, just for you. but the reality of the situation is that you snap your gaze towards jinah, who looks kind of uneasy. as it seemed like her boyfriend and his “girl friend” were getting too close for her comfort. you exhale shakily, “maybe not now. I don’t wanna keep you from jinah.” you see something flash across his gaze but you’re not reading too much into it. instead you just thank him for the gift and wave to them before they walk away and leave you all there.

“y/n, we’re so sorry that we ruined your night,” hoseok mumbles. “you guys didn’t do anything; you guys didn’t even know about it,” you say but how convincing do you sound? your voice wavers and your eyes burn. you shove the velvet box in your pocket, although you’re not too rough with it because at the end of the day, it’s a gift from jungkook. “we can still go to your place, if you want,” jimin starts, but you shake your head. “it’s fine. just take me home, I wanna be alone.” taehyung whimpers at your state; the girl who meant so much to them was sad on her birthday. “y/n, please don’t cry,” he says, and you don’t wanna cry, but you feel a tear slide down your face anyway. namjoon is quick to see it, so he approaches you to wipe it away before cupping your face. “no one deserves this, y/n, but especially not you.” yoongi says from behind him, “we’re always here for you, know that.” you sniff and look up teary eyed at namjoon. “I know you guys are. thank you, but I really just wanna go home.” they are slightly disappointed, you can tell, but they don’t argue with you. you all go to the black vehicle parked away from the crowds and jimin drives you home.

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. you would have jungkook by your side, and you would go out with the boys and have a fun night. but things can’t always work out the way we want them to, they say. such is life, and that’s the thought that echoes in your head as you get into your apartment. you lock the door and immediately throw yourself on your bed, crying your heart out on the night that was supposed to be about you.

a/n: it’s been a while. thanks for sticking around

this stubborn heart

The morning awoke Jungkook with warmth and he allowed himself to believe that the day would turn out differently.

His days so far had been marked with pain. Days where all he did was cry and drink until he was completely numb of any emotion. The memory of you and your hands letting go of him was engraved in his head. The wounds you had given him were becoming scars at this point.

He laid there on the hard floor, contemplating skipping another day of work. But he knew better than to actually go through with the idea. As much as he liked to believe he had enough to survive another day, he knew the money he had left would not be enough for him to sustain himself.

When he finally got out of bed and out of the small house, he walked over to the stables.

The man he grew accustomed to greeting every day was there cleaning the stables. “It’s a bit early for you, sir?” the man asked him as he worked on his morning duties.

“Yes, it is. But someone needs to bring food to the table.”

He barely made enough money to buy this house. The house he gifted you when you told him you’d leave everything behind to be with him. But there was no point in feeling sorry for himself. He deserved a life without you.

After leaving the stables, he walked over to his cart. Grabbing the cloth that covered the cart, he discarded it to reveal the goods he would sell for the day. There wasn’t anything in there of great value. Only a few spices, wine, fruits, and vegetables.

The sun welcomed Jungkook as he moved his cart to a less crowded area in the village. As much as he wanted to sell everything he had, he didn’t want to fight again with the other merchants. They all shared a distaste for him. Maybe it was the fact that his sole existence stole their customers.

Unfortunately, he didn’t like conflict so he was going to avoid them at all costs.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh morning air. When he opened them, a couple made their way to his cart. The words that he always rehearsed with a smile were ready to spill out. But the moment he saw your face, he couldn’t say a word. Time froze for a few seconds and he thought he was going to die at that exact moment.

You appeared indifferent to him, almost like you didn’t recognize him. The man to your right was linking arms with you. His smile never once faded while he spoke to Jungkook. The poor man was oblivious to the tension between the merchant and you.

“Sir please be quick. We have a ship to board.”

Jungkook lowered his head and grabbed a bag from one of the boxes that he kept inside the cart. He placed the fruit inside one by one. But he was quick with it, having done this since he was a child.

If he looked up, he knew your eyes would be focused on the man by your side.

He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t hurt.

Maybe you really did give up on him.

The rumors of you and some other man were true. He couldn’t live in denial anymore. The evidence of the bitter truth was right in front of him. Yet he wanted to believe that you still loved him. That those glossy eyes and pretty lips still belonged to him.

He handed the bag to the man without looking over at the two of you. The feeling of sadness was consuming him and he wanted to leave.

When the man paid him, he finally got the courage to look up at you. He had to savor your face one last time. His stubborn heart needed a final image of the face of the woman he loved.

“You’re leaving everything behind?”

The question spilled out before he could shut himself up. Your eyes met his face and you finally showed him a glimpse of what he missed the day he let go of you. Three months had passed and it felt like it was just yesterday.

When his misery clouded his mind and caused him to say mean things he didn’t mean. The fight started over the stupidest thing. But it escalated when he mentioned that you made a mistake leaving your family and life for him. This hurt you and in return, you hurt him.

“I regret ever meeting you.”

The moment those words left your mouth, you wanted nothing more than to disappear. Especially when Jungkook’s eyes met yours and he stayed silent. He wasn’t going to cry or have a breakdown.

Even when you opened the door to leave, he didn’t make an effort to stop you. He had an expression of pure agony, but he kept himself there. You cursed him for the love that left as quickly as it started. Nothing was left of it, but memories.

You despised him for breaking your heart. For stepping on it over and over again. But this stupid heart of yours ached for him. The heart that never stopped loving him.

The heart that made you believe it was possible to start over.

“If you tell me to stay, I’ll stay.”

notes. i love displaying what love really is. something so beautiful yet so painful. two lovers that are flawed. yet they can’t leave each other. if you read this, thanks! i appreciate it a lot <3

i swear i love you

note. i wanted to write something longer but i didn’t have the time to do so. i got a little sad and i guess i expressed it a little through this. even i felt an ache when i read this. interpret this in whatever way you want and take care <3

The clouds drift slowly as the night comes.

The glow of the moon reflects on the window.

Keeping a smile on your face, you repeat to yourself the comforting words of yesterday.

Comforting words whispered in the darkness of your room.

Whispers of promises that were bound to be broken.

His eyes and mouth were kept on you throughout the night.

Limbs tangled and warmth wrapped around you.

Love that can’t be forgotten.

Even now that you wait for him.

Even now you are sure this dream will come to an end.

All the good that comes goes.

So when he finally comes home to you with guilt in his eyes.

You allow yourself to believe his words for a little longer.

“I swear I love you.”

maple syrup

note. i listened to maple syrup by the backseat lovers and this came to mind.

Those who dwell too much on their pain don’t make it out alive. They drown and drown in a pool of misery. 

When one allows misery to consume them, it’s pretty much over for them. Hope is the last straw. But I pulled too much on the thread. I doubt there is any hope left.

I keep myself seated out of fear that you might see me. Your eyes wander around. I noticed that from the moment I came in. Crowds gather in front of the stage. Hungry eyes devouring each one of the dancers.

But my eyes are reserved only for you. Only for the woman I love most.

Last night I awoke from a nightmare. Picked up the phone, ready to call you. But the realization of what I had done came over me. Like rain that pours on the ground of the earth and sea.

The purple sweater I keep on that small chair. It looks at me like I’m a pathetic loser. I throw it away only to go back and keep it again. I can’t stop looking for you.

Even the memories are still clear. Still projecting in my head. Like a movie that’s 3 hours long but feels way too short. I pick at the memories and play each one. 

I can never savor those moments. Reminding me of all the shit I took for granted. No one is as much of an idiot as me. If that were the case, I wouldn’t be watching you from the very back.

No. I would be there right in front. 

Only I was too late to realize you were the one for me. 

I spoke to the wrong person. Allowed her to get in my head. Allowed her to place her filthy hands on me. To say I was blind is an understatement.

But you always had your arms open. I thought it would be the same. There was no way you would ever leave me. At least that’s what I allowed myself to believe.

I hurt you. I deserved the fall and the torture of it all. 

The night approaches and you’re almost leaving. I stay seated and watch as you pick your stuff up. Your eyes never meet mine. But I know you saw me. I know you saw me cry when I looked at you. 

In the arms of another. That was the last time I ever saw you.

long long time

note. i’ve been watching daisy jones & the six. camila has my heart. you could say this is inspired by her. to be honest, i wish to write some fluff. but i don’t know when that will be. so for now, enjoy the pain.

She misses the simple times.

The simple times he’d take her out to see the ocean or eat strawberries with cream. Those times when she’d catch a glimpse of a smile on his face. Even when she knew he wasn’t hers to keep she still felt that they shared too many beautiful memories together.

He’s out there with his band and his music. She rarely gets to see him these days. But he calls every night. Though she knows he may come to love her, she has no hope.

Love is too precious to be wasted on him. Yet she yearns for it anyway. She doesn’t think of the others who he sleeps with. The others who keep him company when she’s not there.

The last thing she needs is to torment herself with those thoughts. Maybe in a perfect world or in a perfect life, she’d meet a man who would only ever belong to her.

The perfect man. She thinks there’s no such thing. A man who is true to his feelings and his woman.

She knows he’s not perfect. But she’s okay with a man like him.

She knows she may not be his only lover, but she’s his only muse. He writes her songs and sings them to her. There’s nothing more she wishes to have. If he’s by her side, what more could she want?

The days go by and she keeps waiting to hear him say, “It’s over darling.”

Will that day ever come? When he comes to his senses and realizes he’s messed with her too much. Will he ever leave her?

She envisions the pain and the heartache that might come.

But for now, she will hear him sing. She will hear him speak and complain. She will hear it all and endure the hurt. She knows the last thing she will ever hear is,

“I love you.”

Today and tomorrow. She knows she will love him for a long long time.

let me in

genre. angst.

summary. jungkook is in denial. he knows you’re gone but he still hopes he’ll see you. even if it is in the eyes of another woman. even if it is against his own will. 

warnings. mentions of nausea and death. use of cuss words. suicidal thoughts.

note. wtf did i just write? please let me know if i should write a part two. 

The boy cried as his life was stripped away. 

A lit candle in the middle of the woods, then a moment of silence passed and the flame was put out. The quiet of the night pulled the boy into a deep slumber. Death frowned upon him and with one cold whisper, it was gone. But the boy remained in the middle of the woods.

“Jungkook.”

The whisper of his name awoke him. 

Nightmares had devoured his soul. As soon as he closed his eyes, he’d see the same vision of the dead boy in the woods. The same eyes welcomed him with despair and a cry for help. But he could only ever witness the tragedy. Never could he save him.

“Thank the heavens you’re ok!”

His vision was blurry, but he could still see the face of the woman standing near his bed. The realization that it wasn’t you dawned on him. If he closed his eyes, would he see you instead of her?

“Jungkook our parents are waiting for us outside. They have everything ready. We just need to sign the papers.”

The minute he awoke, he felt uneasy. He knew that instant that he was sick. The pain in his stomach distracted him from the voice of the woman. He quickly sat up and looked down at the floor. But when she spoke those words, he couldn’t hold himself any longer.

The urge was much stronger than him. Before he could run off to the bathroom, he threw up on the floor. The hot liquid burned his mouth and he couldn’t breathe. When he knew it was over, he ran off to the bathroom like his life depended on it.

He heard her scream his name.

The events of yesterday replayed in his head. His parents were making arrangements for a marriage he never consented to. All of it was planned so he could move on from you.

But he swore he’d never leave you.

Once he was inside the bathroom, he rushed over to the sink and washed his mouth. Even looking at himself made him sick so he avoided staring at the mirror in front of him. He was busy cleaning himself, but he still felt his throat burning like he was bleeding from a deep painful cut.

He heard voices and footsteps coming near the door. 

“Is he ok?”

“No, I think he’s sick again.”

“Maybe it’s not a good idea, we should let him be.”

“No! This boy needs to forget about her.”

“You really think he’ll forget if he marries?”

They whispered to each other, clearly thinking he wouldn’t hear them. 

Every day was the same. He’d spend every minute crying over you and then sleeping. Sometimes without thinking, he’d leave the house and walk to the river near your home. He’d swim while wondering if you were there with him.

But today was different.

Today he tried to drown himself. He allowed the water to devour his body. He urged death to touch him. To call him to rot completely in oblivion.

He was this close to the sweet slumber of death, but his parents found him. They saved him once. They didn’t have to save him twice. He didn’t need saving. He needed you.

The rest of his life would be hell.

If you weren’t there, what could he possibly do? The logical thing was to please his parents for his own sake. 

They would never leave him. Not until he signed the fucking papers. Not until he was at the altar marrying this woman he didn’t even know. What was her name? He had nothing to lose, but nothing to gain either.

Except if he tried real hard, he’d be able to see a glimpse of you through her. Maybe.

Maybe.

Fuck. He was sick.

Gathering himself, he stood up and opened the door slowly. He was glad that his parents were not there anymore. But the woman he was supposed to marry was sitting on the floor crying silently. If he wasn’t in love, maybe he’d try to fall for her.

But you were his love. The only woman for him.

He had to remind himself of that.

“Please be honest. You don’t want this, right?”

She stared at him with bitterness in her eyes. Like she was angry at him. But he didn’t quite understand her. It wasn’t his fault. None of this was.

Instead of responding, he kept thinking of the miserable life that awaited him.

“I know you still love her, but I don’t care. Please marry me. Please love me.”

Jungkook couldn’t feel his body anymore, but he walked over to her anyway. She stood up immediately when he was finally near her. When he was so close to her, she could touch his face with both hands. He felt like throwing up again, but he reminded himself that soon everything would be over.

He knew it was hard to act like everything was fine.

He knew it was hard to lie. 

Never once did he lie to you.

To become a liar, he would have to leave himself behind.

“Let me in.”

Jungkook smiled while she held his face. The moment she saw his pretty smile, she hugged him tightly like she was afraid he’d leave for good. When he separated from her, she waited for him to speak.

And so he did. He spoke the words that were never meant for her.

“Go tell them..go tell them we’re getting married.”

She couldn’t hide the joy that was spreading in her. It was so evident that she was happy. He almost felt a little bad. But the moment she turned away from him, he allowed the tears he was holding to spill down his cheeks.

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to die.

lie to me

genre. angst.

summary. jungkook is reminded of the day he left you. the day you cheated on him. the day he gave you a second chance. the day the two of you were separated.

warnings. infidelity. explicit language

note. i was bored so i wrote this. tell me why i love writing angst? i wish i didn’t.

The first of September. It’s meant to be a special day, but I can’t help remembering the yellow flowers you received that evening three years ago. I saw your face change so quickly, I swore you weren’t feeling well. I asked immediately if something was wrong. You denied me, you refused to tell me the truth. I must confess I hated you the moment I saw you cry when I threw those flowers away.

When you were sleeping, I couldn’t help but stay awake. I stared at the ceiling with fear spreading in my chest. The numbing feeling hurt me as I kept overthinking the worst. You cheated before. Were you capable of doing it again?

The sight that welcomed me the next day after work confirmed my suspicions. The minute I stepped inside the apartment, I heard you, my love. I heard the whispers and the moans spilling out of your mouth. I can’t recall if I heard him too. But if I did, I can’t remember. I must have blocked it.

The pain was too much to bare, you know? Heartbreak. I thought I wouldn’t feel this way again. Tell me, is it possible to feel your heart break when it’s been broken before? I know I should have left, but even the disgust couldn’t prevent me from feeling curious.

I took small steps, afraid that one wrong move would alert you. I’m going to be honest with you. I had dreamed of catching you in the act before. When you first cheated, it was you who admitted to your fault. It hurt. But I knew if I had seen it all unravel in front of me, I would have died with my heart wounded by the arrow you shot at me.

When I opened the door, I don’t think I was aware of what I would find. The two bodies enveloped under the blue sheets our friends gifted us when we first moved in together were moving with no awareness of me. I thought even at that moment that if I had dropped a coin on the floor, you wouldn’t have heard me.

Finally, I think you perceived something was wrong because you looked over his shoulder in worry. When you saw me, you immediately pushed his body away. The man’s face crumbled when he saw me. I knew then that he was no stranger to my existence. You rushed to find your clothes, not hiding your nakedness from me. Though I could tell you were ashamed.

I gave the two of you time to get dressed. The man had the audacity to kiss you before leaving. But you were only looking at me with worried eyes. I knew you knew what was going on in my head. You always said my eyes could never lie.

When our home was in silence, I told you to sit down. You moved closer to me, but I turned away from you. “I can fix this Jungkook. I can fix us. Please give me some time to forget.” To forget? I didn’t understand what that even meant. But I made the best guess I could.

“You want time to forget him?”

You frowned when you heard my response. “No. I mean I want to forget I hurt you again so you can forget as well. Please Jungkook.” The eyes I once loved were pleading with me and for a second, just a split second I believed your words were honest. The tears were so close to spilling from your eyes, it was pretty evident given you stopped looking at me after you said this.

“You look so pretty when you are about to cry.”

It was obvious you hated what I said. You looked up at me with angry eyes. I wasn’t looking for a fight. I had enough of hearing your voice. “Jungkook be serious! I just fucked someone in our bed and you’re not even acknowledging what I did! Say something!”

“Fine. I’ll be honest. I hated you when you cheated on me the first time, but I healed. I moved on. I chose to stay with you because I loved you.”

I kept my eyes on you because I wanted you to see I was being honest. There was no lie and no reason to deceive you. “I loved you. But I think I don’t anymore. I thought I’d die if you cheated on me again. I felt sick, I won’t deny that. But when I saw you with him, would you believe me if I said I felt relieved? Like I was finally free. It sounds crazy but it’s true. I don’t hate you anymore.”

The words spilled out of my mouth so quickly like it was the first time I was telling the truth. Lies were always bound to break people apart. No one ever warned me that truths would do just the same.

I heard you cry that night. I heard your muffled pleas and your tearful apologies. I heard it all. Though I wanted to comfort you, I didn’t feel like I had the right to anymore. I realized then that I didn’t pity myself anymore. No, I didn’t pity the person I used to be or the person I was at that moment. I pitied you.

And I pitied you even more when I heard you say, “Lie to me. Tell me you still love me. Fucking lie to me.”

Well, some things aren’t meant to be. I realized that when I gave you a second chance. But I don’t regret it. No how could I? I’m sitting here on my birthday with the people I love most in this world. With my wife and my family.

On this special day, I give thanks to you for the life I have now.

home is where the heart is, pt. 1

genre. fantasy au. angst. fluff. 

summary. jungkook loves and loathes the sea. especially when it brings him to a place far away from home. he wants to save himself, but he knows only one person can save him.

warnings. minor character deaths. descriptions of grief. explicit language. 

note. here goes to a new drabble series. i’m excited but also very nervous. i don’t write fantasy because i’m not very good at it. but i’m giving it a try because i’m fascinated with stories about sirens and such. i hope you enjoy <3 

The sound of a female voice agitates the poor boy lying on the sand staring over at the many stars he could see adorning the night sky. The whispers of his name continuously send him to the edge of a precipice. He wishes to succumb to the feeling of her gentle and tender way of calling him over to the sea. Death calls for a sweet kiss.

His life is still as he ponders if he will ever find a way back home to his lover. Doubts scar him more deeply when he sits up and looks at the sea. There where the waves crash, there where he thinks he sees her face.

A welcoming smile and he feels weak in the knees. Death’s voice mixes with her own voice and he stands in a hurry. Eyes with tears glare at him beckoning him to walk further away from the sea. For she knows that if he meets the sweet embrace of the water, not one heartbeat of his will be heard ever again.

Shut eyes and he sees their memories play out like a story. A story that he believes may never come to an end. Only when he feels her again will he know with certainty that she is well. May it be that she has found someone to confide in. A light in the middle of the darkness that surrounds her every memory of his.

A few months had gone by. He remembers it all too well. The day all fishermen of the town gathered near the port with beaming smiles. The sky had cleared from the clouds that once met when the storm had begun. The warmth of the sun allured the men and they were sure in their hearts that they could sail safely again.

Jungkook was never meant to be there, but the young boy was too stubborn to listen to his mother when she begged him to stay. “You’re not like your father my boy. You will be nothing like him. The world’s too big for you to follow him.” These words only motivated his need to sail the seas in the company of his father, even if it was only through his ghost.

When he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a familiar girl in a white dress. Her hair fell over her shoulders and her cheeks were painted a pretty pink he’d only seen once. A moment when he confessed in the early days of spring that he loved her. He recalled the tears that flowed out of her eyes and the love he showed her after.

She stood away from him, afraid that if she touched him, it would be the last time.

“Oh look who came to bid me farewell.”

He felt serene when she was around. If she was there with him, his fears found no way to hurt him. Though he grew to fear losing her and that alone killed him. But if he was met with her tears, that was something else. It was hard to explain the overwhelming ache he felt when he saw her cry. Sobs that came from the pain within her heart.

He knew she was afraid, oh so afraid to lose him. In a way, he felt blessed that such a lovely person would miss him on the other side. “I’m not going to die if that’s what you’re worried about y/n. When my father sailed the sea, a storm was already approaching. Look at the sky, my love.”

She cried more quietly as she stared down at her feet. If she looked at the sky or at the boy she loved, she would fall apart. Sometimes she wondered why he was so full of life. Why his eyes would show a glimmer she’d never seen from anyone else? When his father parted from him, he spent days staring at the sea.

Jungkook had a complicated relationship with the ocean. His father had taught him everything he needed to know about fishing and the sea creatures he encountered when he left home. His father was always away. Once when he couldn’t find it in him to fall asleep, he left the comfort of his bed to find his mother.

“Oh dear, you scared me. What is a little boy doing awake at this hour?”

His doe eyes met his mother’s face and without thinking, he exclaimed, “I hate the sea! I hate it!”

A fond smile. That was the only thing his mother could give him because deep within her own heart, she also hated the sea. But not for the reasons her little baby did. No. She simply despised how much her own lover cared for it. Even more than his family.

in dreams

genre. strangers to lovers? time travel au. angst. fluff.

pairing. jungkook x reader

summary. in her dreams, she sees the familiar face of a man she’s met before at the same train station. both have never spoken a word but he looks at her like he knows her. she’s afraid she’s falling in a never-ending maze of unrequited love. only if she knew she was completely wrong.

warnings. the smallest tint of smut (it’s barely there). suicidal thoughts. suicide. main character death. explicit language. & much more that will be added later.

note. this isn’t really a teaser, it’s more of an introduction to my drabble collection. i don’t really know what i’m doing but i have always wanted to write about time travel. i think starting with drabbles will help me work my way up to actually writing oneshots about it. 

release date. tbd

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Dreadful how a couple nights ago she couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried to keep her eyes shut. She tried desperately to lull herself into deep sleep. Though it proved to be a challenge when she kept reminiscing about the warm summer days spent with her lover.

Loneliness bared a troubled mind in her when she wasn’t thinking of him. He was almost a kind of cure for her. Others would have disagreed and claimed he wasn’t in any way a healing hand. No, he was a drug. 

Now she felt that the sun had replaced the moon in the sky. Her eyes were brought up to stare at the harmful light of the lonely star. Without any warning, someone came behind her and wrapped their arms around her waist. The scent of vanilla made itself present in the air.

“Jungkook.”

It was barely a whisper. 

Summer days. Traveling hand in hand, searching for a promise of love. Certain it would never fade away. Walking through fields of fruit and life. Their smiles and shared looks found a place in each other's hearts. Settled near a river, drinking away their remaining sorrows. Enjoying the fullness of cherries and wine. 

Kissing and making love.

To be separated from such a man, god that sounded like a crime. Visible to the eye was the look of desire. Though it wasn’t lust. It was pure love and a tint of passion. Surrounded by the wind when the sun set. All she could think was that only heaven tasted as good as him. 

Nights wrapped in warm embraces. Honey paired with lips that kissed so deeply, they cut right through her bliss. Touches that sent shivers down her spine. Unforgettable was to feel his every emotion through his hips that moved to the sound of her need.

Now she must have recognized this was all a dream. In reality, his very being was never tangible. She never got to hold him or love the way she wanted. She’d remember his face, the looks he’d give her.

Though that was all. Nothing else was given to satiate her hunger for him. For him to show her what it meant to be loved. To be touched, to be known in ways only another person could understand. 

In dreams. Only in dreams.

drunk on lust j.jk [part 2]

Summary : drinking night with your best friend spills the truth upon secrets within you both.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>trope : best friends to lovers

>>genre : smut, fluff(angst in part 1 )

>>word count : 2.2k

>>warnings/tags : Dom!jungkook, sub!reader, daddy kink, oral(m recieves), unprotected sex, backshots, choking, hair pulling,spanking(jungkook lobes ass), fingering,dirty talk, petnames, overstimulation, squirting(Dat million dollar pu$$y), aftercare

a/n : so uhm here's part two to drunkonlust , have fun reading and lmk what ya thinking! Mwah :)

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"I do."

His lips take yours and the kiss is rather soft and intimate at first, as Jungkooks arms wrap around your waist, his tattooed arm caressing your ass through your leggings.

The kiss is now rushed and sloppy, both your tongues encasing one another in a spitting clash and moans being let off into each other's mouths.

Jungkook kisses you harder and harder making it hard for you to breathe and you tug at his hair with your hand that's encased around his neck to signal him to break the kiss.

And he does. You both lovingly stare into each other's eyes when he pulls away, breathing on your mouths, lips pulled into a shy smile on yours and a threatening smirk on his.

"Tell me what you want." He whispers.

That alone brings you to your knees. You slide your hands down his chest seductively, your hands making a trail down to his tech pants and when you reach his waist line, you're fully on your knees. Doe eyes staring into his very own siren and horny eyes.

"I want this." You murmur, slowly rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

He chuckles, "did you ask for it?" You shake your head.

"Be a good girl and ask for it."

His words make you weak literally as you swallow the lump in your throat, his dominant demeanor making your legs ache.

"May I please have it? May I please suck your cock, daddy?" You ask coyly. Making sure to have a shy smile.

Jungkook visibly shivers at the petname. He didn't even know he had a daddy kink, but he guesses there's a lot he'll learn about himself with you.

"Go on, baby. Suck me dry." Given the go, your mouth moves closer as you give him kissed through his pants, rubbing his bulge to get him worked up.

Your fingers pull down his pants at a very slow pace, while your eyes stare up at him, a submissive look talking over your features.

Jungkook himself looks very uptight and frustrated and your mouth on his dick is what might just make him blow his load down your throat.

You finally put all your teasing at bay, removing his pants completely. Calvin Klein briefs along.

His dick long and thick, with precum at the tip slaps you in the mouth, as if it knows exactly where it's to go.

You stiffen at the sight and slowly bring your tongue up to swipe his sensitive tip, making him react, "Fuck!" He mewls.

You continously make teasing licks, licking around his cock, rubbing the base in your hand.

After a series of teasing, you finally take him whole into your mouth, never wasting time with the sucking. Your pace is fast and the gagging sounds make Jungkook moan and groan into the room along with dirty words.

"You like this shit? Like sucking cock, huh, Angel?" The petname is nothing compared to the position you're in right now, but Jungkook loves it too much to call you anything else.

You moan around his dick as a way to answer his question, the stickiness in your leggings getting worse.

Jungkook brings his tattooed hand to grab your hair and push you further onto his cock, your hand that was rubbing his base, limply falling to your thighs as Jungkook gets rougher, thrusting upward into your throat.

"Take this shit, baby. You like when I fuck your mouth? Like it when daddy uses your mouth?" He breathes out.

You hum at his question, hoping he would let off but his thrusts are only sharper and quicker. Oh how you wonder how that would feel inside of you.

His breath is ragged and fast, his cock simultaneously twitching in your mouth, as your tongue rubs him up and down. The feeling earning a tighter grip on your hair from Jungkook and he's cumming down your throat.

"H-holy fucking shit!" He let's out. A that frustration finally let down.

He looks down at you when you're licking off his cum.

It's tasty you think. Might wanna have it everyday.

"Such a pretty slut aren't you?" He pets your head, like a puppy and you nod at him, licking off his cum. "Yes, daddy."

He shivers at that. Leabjng down to grab you from the floor and lips meeting yours for a sloppy kiss, his hands on your ass, kneading your flesh.

"Mmhm, baby deserves a treat, doesn't she?" He asks, mouth nibbling at your neck.

"Yes please, daddy." You whine.

"That's a good girl."

He pushes you on the bed, hands coming up to remove your leggings swiftly and going up to remove your shirt.

You're braless as expected and Jungkook is enhanced by your pretty tits laying all spread for him, and he leans forward taking the erect bud into his mouth, moaning around it.

"O-oh Jungkook.. so good." Your back instinctively arches so you can get Jungkook to suck you even more. The feeling undescribable.

Jungkook moves to the other tit, sucking and licking at it while his other hand fondled with the other so they both receive attention.

The feeling makes your legs spread at their own accord, your thong no longer helping to keep your wetness all in as a trail makes its way down your thighs.

"Jungkook..p-please..." You whine, feeling very needy, finding his tit show uninteresting while your thongs soak up.

Jungkook finally leans up, and takes off his track jacket. Shirtless, his abs poke at you as you stare at the toned sight, feeling eager to lick them up.

"Is that how you ask, baby?' He says, face incredible closely to yours as he teasingly licks over his lips, tongue piercing taunting you.

Leading his hand to your clothed pussy, he instinctively rubs over you, making your back arch further into his hand. "Just like that, daddy." You moan, the name throwing Jungkook off once again as he rubs you faster to allow your moans to fall into the room.

The feeling in your stomach is unbearable. A sign that you'd be cumming very soon as the knot in your tummy coils tighter and tighter. Jungkook doing nothing but adding to that pressure as he riles you up by kissing hickeys on your neck, fingers fucking into your tight pussy, two of his tattooed fingers coaxing your release as his hand is inside your thong.

"I-im gonna cum, daddy!" You scream out, the intense feeling taking over you as you cum all over his fingers.

Your body feels numb at the feeling, almost the best orgasm in your life. The bestest would be around his cock.

"Mm, look so pretty when you cum."The compliment makes you feel all fuzzy inside,especially coming from Jungkook.

When you lean down to take off your thing completely, a hand encases your wrist.

"Did you ask me to do that? Why are being such a devil?" He hums against your neck, sucking hard at your spot and you moan at the feeling, your voice getting lost to even talk.

Jungkook never let's up and allows you to take off your thong, he wants to hear you say and the feeling in your pussy is desperately coaxing you to ask like a good girl. "Please, daddy- can you take it off and fuck me?" You pout. "Pretty please..." followed with a whine.

Jungkook let's out the most devilish chuckle ever, as he gets off the bed, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. Fully naked for you to take in.

You're then being roughly turned onto your front, your back facing Jungkook.

He lifts your waist up higher with one hand and you do the rest, arching your back for him.

His finger curls around the material of the thong and he pulls it off of you with your help.

Your lips meet for a brief kiss, when Jungkook leans forward. His hard cock proding at your creamy hole.

"Since you asked so nicely, angel. Daddy's gonna give you what you want, okay?" You nod at him, ass swaying side to side as a sign for him to put it in and Jungkook licks his lips at the sight, the meat of your ass enhancing him in a daze.

Letting his intrusive thoughts win, a slap is laid on your ass and two more followed after that, making you moan at the sting.

His dick is now lined up at your dripping hole and precum leaks at his tip as he slowly enters the warmth of your pussy and you suck him in, moaning at the new stretch.

"O-oh fuck!" You moan out.

Jungkook starts thrusting and they are slow and teasing. Though as slow as they are, they are hard and the impact is the sound of his lower abdomen meeting your ass and his balls smacking against your swollen clit.

"Fuck, you're so tight! Is it for me, Angel?" He hums, his head thrown back as he loses himself in the pleasure and you respond with broken whines. "Y-yes, d-daddy. All for yo-!" His hips snap against yours as he now picks up his pace making you lose your words as you loudly moan his name into the room.

"Argh- shit. Pussy so good. Made for me, isn't it?" Unable to respond to him verbally, you only moan in response, pushing your ass further, so his cock goes even deeper.

You're being spanked once again as his thrusts never die down and you're starved for that orgasm so your fingers quickly reach your clit for that release.

"Deeper, p-please." Tears are now at your lash line, threatening to fall.

Dick is just that good.

Jungkook mumbles something about your 'bad behavior', but really you're too busy chasing your orgasm to worry about his words.

He slows down now, purposely thrusting at his initial slow pace, hips roughly colliding with yours. "Be a good girl, Baby. And I'm gonna give you the world, okay?"

"Yes, daddy." Anything to cum on his cock at this point.

His tattooed hand comes up to the back of your neck and Jungkook squeezes hardly at the same time his thrusts pick up. Hard. Fast. Deep. And mind-blowing.

Your ass jiggles at the impact and being enhanced once again, jungkook uses his free hand to smack you once again, never letting up his tattooed hand on your neck but only squeezing harder.

"Oh- shit! M' cumming, daddy!" The knot in your stomach only coils tighter and that's your cue to let him know.

The breathing the room is picked up as Jungkook looks down between your bodies, the white ring of cream at the base of his cock making him roll his eyes at the back of his head, moaning like a mad man at the sinful sight.

"Such a creamy pussy, isn't it? Fuck! You're a fucking Gem." He moans. "And ask me to fucking cum." He demands.

You feel it in your toes as you scream into the room, a mantra of begging. "Please, please, please, Daddy! C-can I please cum all over your cock?" You look back at him with pleading eyes. Your makeup and hair sticking to your face, a wonderful and submissive sight to Jungkook.

"Cum, angel. Make a mess on daddy's cock." He never let's down now, and by the time he gives you permission, you're cumming all over his cock."fu-ck Jungkook!" Your thighs are now shaking as he chases his own high.

"Mmh fuck! I'm gonna cum." His hand tighter around your neck as he yanks you upward so your back meets his chest and he leans down for a messy kiss of tongue and teeth clashing, never once stopping to thrust into your hole.

"Cum inside me." You want it all. You wanna milk him dry as you look up at him, both your mouths open as you moan. Almost a song playing in the room as jungkook let's out groans and you high pitched whines, your hand coming up to remove his hair from his forehead.

"O-oh, Kook-!" Next thing you know, you're squirting all over the sheets,at the same time Jungkook releases the white sticky substance into the depths of your pussy, his tattooed hand squeezing at your jaw while he looks into your eyes, moaning at the release."Holy fuck."

Slumped you falk onto the bed when Jungkook let's go of your Jaw.

"Creamer and a squirter. Damn." Jungkook chuckles.

"And you with the daddy kink." You tease.

A slap is laid upon your ass, a playful one at that. "Hey, I didn't know I had that."

You both laugh at that, jungkook laid besides you, arms lovingly wrapped around your shoulder. Your head on his heaving chest.

"I love you, beautiful." He murmurs, sweet eyes staring into your tired ones.

Snuggling closer into him, you lay a kiss on his chest and look up into his eyes. "I love you, too."

The night would end that way if jungkook allowed yoy to sleep on the soaking bed.

"C'mon, baby. Get up and get some panties on, we can't sleep here."

You pitifully whine as you slump tiredly, "but m' tired. Don't wanna walk!"

"I'll do everything for you, just lift your legs, baby." Panties in his hand, now dressed in some sweats, Jungkook slides the thong on you, and drapes his t-shirt over your body.

"Good girl." He picks you up, and you snuggle into his neck, legs wrapped around his waist. He has the blanket jn his hand and lays your bodies on the couch, wrapping you both in a warm ball after your tired night.

"I want pancakes tomorrow." You mumble against his chest.

"Anything for you." As promised, you both had stacks of pancakes the next morning.

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Don't copy my work. I'll find you.