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.ㅤ𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗦ㅤ.ㅤ🕸 🔹 ⚰️
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͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏drinks ͏ ͏are ͏ ͏up ͏ ͏— ͏ ͏blood ͏ ͏like ͏ ͏water
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jeon jungkook brainrot … just ur average badboy!jk x shy!reader (i lost the user for the header T_T if it’s yours pls dm me!)
warnings: kinda graphic, depictions of blood and wounds.
neverending — jjk.
in which he always comes to you to heal, but he never expects for you to come to him.
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you sighed as the boy sitting in front of you continued to curse lowly under his breath. “sorry.”
your shy murmur caused jungkook’s lips to twitch up into a small smirk, the focus in your eyes warmed his heart despite the slight sting of the alcohol you continued to dab at his wound.
“i’m okay, doll.” he assured you quietly as you scoffed, your eyes meeting his in a small glare from beneathe your eyelashes.
he was ridiculously tall, you always had to strain your neck in order to meet his eyes.
“you say you’re okay, but you’re always back here with some sort of scratch. what if you come with a bullet wound next time?! i won’t be able to help you then.”
jungkook saw the way your nails dug into your palms as you clenched your hands closed. the subtle shine of your eyes as tears threatened to fall from them.
“i’m sorry. i’ll be careful, okay doll? don’t cry on me now.” he chuckles lowly, tugging on your waist so you’d be in between his long legs.
your arms wrapped themselves, carefully, around his waist as you leaned your head against his chest.
“you should be dummy. i’m always worrying my ass off because of you.” you mumbled wiping your tears from your cheeks as you smiled weakly up at your boyfriend.
giggling, jungkook tucks a piece of stray hair behind your ear as he leans in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“thank you, y/n.”
—
“y/n! your boyfriend,” taehyung was out of breath, his face shining with sweat as he attempted to catch his breath.
“what? what happened?” you gasped, already shoving your books into your bag as you slung it over your shoulder, waiting for taehyung to elaborate.
he looks up at you with desperate eyes, his lips slightly smirking.
“he’s gotten into fight for you, again.”
and you were off running.
—
“what the hell is wrong with you?!” you cried, jungkook’s arm slithering around your waist to tug you backwards.
“he’s a fucking scum and you know it,
y/n!” donghyun, your ex best friend, screams at you. you huffed, the thoughts of your old arguments swirling in your head.
“stop, pretty girl.” jungkook whispers, his grip on your waist tightens, knowing the pain you were inflicting on yourself with your thoughts.
you grip the strap of your bag as the sight of donghyun caused your anger to bubble.
“just stay the fuck away from jungkook! you asshole!” you growled, helping jungkook along as the crowd slowly dispersed, their eyes still on you.
—
“doll—“
“stop.” you whispered, your tears falling as you fell against jungkook. the confrontation with donghyun took a lot out of you as you cried in your love’s arms.
“shh. it’s okay.” jungkook sighed, the sounds of your whimpers were breaking his heart. he knew you didn’t like the attention coming from big crowds, but the fact that you still stood up for him despite the anxiety melted his heart.
you felt the way his hand gingerly pats your head as he cradles you in his arms.
“you’re not hurt, right? i didn’t see any wounds earlier.” you sniffled, pulling away slightly to inspect his arms and face.
chuckling, jungkook cups your cheeks before kissing your nose gently.
“i’m fine, doll. i’m sorry that fight took a lot out of you.” he cringes, caressing your cheek as he stares at your red eyes.
“mmn.” you nodded, cuddling into his chest. he smiles, holding you close, loving the feeling of you in his arms.
—
can i come over?
jungkook rolls his eyes as his lips tug into a smile. even though you were his girlfriend of four years now, he always gushed at how shy you were around him.
of course, doll! you didn’t even have to ask.
three soft knocks immediately sounded against his door causing his brows to furrow. usually, it took around twenty minutes for you to get to his place from yours.
“y/n—?”
he sucked in a breath. no.
he stopped breathing. he couldn’t breathe.
“y-y/n.” blood was seeping through your clothes, your hands dumbly trying to stop the blood from coming out.
the light from his porch saved you from most of the embarrassment, but jungkook could still see the faint outline of a bruise forming on your cheek, the blood running down your forehead didn’t go unnoticed either.
“i d-didn’t know what to do.” you murmured, falling against him.
“who did this to you?” his jaw clenched, as he gently lead you to his couch, a first-aid kit sitting on his coffee table.
you smiled, weakly, “you have a first aid-kit? why’d you always come to me for patching up then?”
jungkook shakes his head, his hands working quickly as he looks at the extent of your wounds.
“this isn’t a time to joke around, doll. who the fuck did this to you?”
his voice was hard, his gaze piercing into yours as you grew quiet. he saw the tears rolling down your cheek as your lips trembled.
“donghyun.”
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