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Thinking about getting this and sending it to Yoongi...lol

we’re dead..we’re just bones that move..actually we arent even that..just particles that float in the air T_T

@yoongi stans: how r u still alive

Sweetmint | YG | MDNI

| Song reccommendations |

-duvet - boa

-fade into you - mazzy star

-softcore - the neighborhood

-meddle about - chase atlantic

-crybaby - the neighborhood

-cologne - beabadoobie

-the party and after the party - the weekend

Pairings: | (school board pres) yoongi x (school representative) reader

Genre:soft,fluff, kinky

Word count:

Contents: | kissing, curse words, secret sex, fingering, praisekink, unprotected sex (do not promote), degrading kink/name calling kink |

- | yoongi’s character: i would say yoongi is a cold and quiet person here. He’s observant and aware to his surroundings. He’s the class president and the schools smartest student. He’s humble and not too braggy about his achievements. He’s a really mysterious guy, no one knows anything about him apart from he’s a genius who has won multiple awards, medals and honorships from multiple competitions. He loves mint and the choc chip mint ice cream, he really loves anything mint, chocolate, sweet and spicy foods, that explains why he colored his hair mint. He only has 3 friends which are hoseok, namjoon and jin, also unknown guys but very smart from this university. They love teasing yoongi about his mint hair, calling him “mint yoongi” or “mint suga” cause of his love for his precious mint. He loves music, producing and rapping. Apart from all of that he’s an underground rapper known as “suga”. One of his favourite rappers are kendrick lamar and j.cole but if there was a music to represent him it would definitely be crybaby by the neighborhood!

- | y/n/reader’s character: y/n is the face of school or a school representative, also the smartest girl in school hence that’s probably why she became the representative of the school. She’s very kind, intelligent, warm hearted, extroverted, delicate, elegant and an outstanding girl. She loves mint, and sweet foods. Not only she is academically intelligent; she’s also emotionally intelligent. She’s serious when talking about insensitive topics such as homophobia, racism and such topics like those. She’s the most popular girl in school, ofcourse! She’s the face of the school. She loves music aswell! She sings, dance, raps she’s basically an all rounder. If there was a song that’s so her it would be cologne by beabadoobie.

The perfect music for them would definitely be reflections by the neighborhood.

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I was on my way to the school as i had an appointment for my school photoshoot to be on the frontpage of the school magazine. Walking as cologne by beabadoobie as i suddenly bumped into someone

“Im sorry” said the man with a mint colored hair as he hurriedly went down to help me with the stuff that fell. He picked up my phone accidentally opening it revealing my lockscreen “you listen to beabadoobie too?” The man with mint hair asks me “yeah” i replied to him as he gives me a small innocent smile revealing his cute dumpling cheeks “thank you so much!” I said as he helped me stood up and bows to me as i bow back to him thanking him. He walls away as i my eye caught him. Something about him was interesting? My heart raced as the image of the pretty boy with mint hair kept apearing in my mind. Was this love at first sight?

I shrugged my thoughts off and went off to the studio to get these over with.

I went to the elevator suprised to see the man again. “Uhh the mint guy from earlier right?” I ask him as he scoffs to the side “really? Mint guy?” He gaves me a playfull grin slightly chuckling “yeah? What am i supposed to call you mint haired boy?” I replied to him as we walked inside the elevator. “So which floor are you going?” He asks me raising his eyebrows making eye contact with me “uhh 6th floor.” I said looking down “great! Im going on the same floor too” he replies to me joyfully and playfully.

“You’re the face of the school right?” He asks me “yeah i am. Im actually going to do a photoshoot with uhh the school board president?” I answered him. “Ohh yeah actually i forgot to introduce myself” “im min yoongi, the school boards president” he reached out his hand to me to do handshake. “Oh my god im sorry!” I quickly bowed down 90 degree to him as he laughs at me sarcastically “whyy?” He asks me curiously raising his eyebrows at me “omg im sorry I didn’t know you. I don’t really check out or find out who i take photoshoots with as im used to taking ones by myself only” i explained to him “it’s alright ms. Cheon” he replies to me “wow I didn’t think the school board president would be this fun to be with? We click!” I said giving him a genuine smile.

Yoongi was dying inside as he was inside with the school representative Cheon Y/n herself! All just the two of them. He’s had an admiration for her for the longest time now. The way her long wavy and shiny hair flows gently and elegantly whenever she walks, her pretty pale delicate, smooth and gentle skin, her plumpy pinkish lips that looks delicious to kiss and her elegant body. The way her hips move from side to side when she walks, her delicate eyebrows, her sparkling shiny brown eyes that made him lost in thought everytime he walks past her posters. That sweet gentle voice she speaks with is just music to his ears. He doesn’t know if he’s inlove with her or not since he really doesn’t know what love feels like as he has never had a girlfriend due to his focus on his academic career and busy schedules. Outside he seemed like a cold, quiet guy but inside is really just a boy who yearns to be loved, cherished, appreciated and held by someone who can really handle him.

“Also you can just call me y/n. We don’t need to be too formal with each other, let’s be friends?” I innocently asked him with a big genuine smile.

Inside he really wants to be more than that.

“Yes! Okay!” He claps and shakes her hand again for the 2nd time with excitement. He has never been like this to anyone. Usually the answer he would give is “i’ll think about it” or “im not interested”. He personally does not like socializing and talking to people that much. But with y/n a girl he had never talk to his whole life, he felt so comfortable talking and being with her.

The elevator finally slides open. The time i had with him there felt like hours, i wanted more.

He leads me “ladies first y/n” he said reaching his hands out as i chuckle at him “thanks sweet mint” i said smiling at him.

We walked to the studio together. As we got there the board members were already there “ms. Cheon and president min!” The stylist called us out signalling us to go to her so we could get this done.

We were sitting on the chairs as the artists does our make up. He was sitting 2 seats away from me, I couldn’t stop looking at him in the mirror. Something about him really was so good.

His wavy, soft, fluffy mint hair, his delicate clean and smooth skin, his veiny big and long hands, his small eyes which reminded me of a cat, his soft plumpy pinkish red lips, the way he would raise his eyebrows and tilts his head whenever he’s curious or asking a question, the way his eyes would disappear and turn into lines whenever he would smile big to me and the way he talks to me. I know him but not that much, all i know about him is that he’s a genius and a cold mysterious person. Well that’s what i mostly hear about him whenever i would see articles or anything about him at school. I just don’t mind him that much because he’s none of my business and i felt I shouldn’t. He seemed scary. After talking to him i felt maybe he really isn’t all what they talk about him?

I felt a strong admiration towards him as he was so humble and he didn’t care what the others talked about him, he just kept doing him? I was really impressed and strangely attracted to him. Especially his mint hair. Im not gonna lie he was highkey hot! I could see his biceps and muscles in his arms. The way his hands are so veiny and the way he would lick or bite his lips. He was just hot. I could almost imagine him being on top of me using those sweet calming words and those sweet groans and moans coming out of him as he would pump into me. Or the way his lips would be so smooth to kiss, i bet he’s a good kisser and a good fuck too. Im a virgin, i have never had time to do those things with anyone apart from using my vibrator for my pleasure and to satisfy myself.

(Meddle about by chase atlantic)

I snapped back to reality as my stylist snapped her fingers waking me up from that thought. I felt myself soaking and wet under there. Fuck am i really gonna be horny for a man i just met or just talked to? I thought to myself.

“Okay guys positions!!” The director yelled as we did our positions. Yoongi was behind me as i was infront of him, him and i facing together with his hands slowly and gently reaching for my waist “may i?” He whispers into me as it sent down shivers into me. Im already wet but this time im more than that. Im dripping wet already. I nodded as he places his delicate hands onto my waist gently as we start posing infront of the camera.

I was pushing my ass onto him, making my ass press against his bulge. I could feel him getting more and more tense as i felt him slowly poking me from behind. I let out a slight smirk, slightly enjoying this.

He squeezes my waist as i press my ass more onto his making him release a hiss on my ear as he bites his lip.

He was already getting hard. If he didn’t have his self control he would’ve bend you down already in that studio fucking and pumping into you so good, but too bad you guys were in public. he wouldn’t want to turn this photoshoot into a porn shoot, doesnt he?

He shuts his eyes as he tries to shush those thoughts of him just fucking you good until you start trembling shaking. The school board president fucking the precious school representative? His dream. He could just imagine your sweet sounds.

“Okay guys! Let’s take a lunch break for now” the director yelled as he still kept his tight grip on my waist.

“Come with me y/n” he whispers into me.

He drags me to one of the dressing room slamming me against the wall. “What were you doing earlier?” He asks me biting his lip as i wrap my arms around his neck while he had his two hands on my waist “i did nothing wrong. Didn’t i?” I innocently but also seductively replied.

He then smashes his lips onto me getting me a little bit flustered. I kissed back with him as i sucked on his lower lip while our tounge were fighting with each other “yoongi..” “they might hear us” i said in between the kiss slightly whimpering “shh baby” “they won’t” “i’ll make sure that this’ll be our little secret” he replied to me in between the kisses as he kept kissing me hungrily. He pulled out from the kiss “may i?” He asks me “may you what?” I replied to him with a slight smirk “may i pretty please fuck you good?” He begged to me as his hands slowly trailed under my skirt. I leaned in to his ear “please” i whispered onto his ear.

He started rubbing my clothed soaking cunt “so wet for me hm?” He said as he starts circling my clit as i roll back my head from the pleasure “mhm” i said whimpering “shh baby” “you wouldn’t want them to hear you getting fucked dont you?” He says “maybe i do want to?” I said in a slight whiny voice as he slides my underwear from the side to insert two fingers into me “so dirty”he gives me a slight grin, looking at me with lust and love together “want them to hear you that you’re mine? Hm?” He said as he starts sucking on my neck “yes baby keep going” i said to him as i let out a slight moan. “It would be unfair if you’ll be the only one to cum wouldn’t it?” He said as he stops.

“Wanna fill you up with my seed baby” he pulls down his pants enough for his hard dick to be out “wanna make you mine baby” he said as slowly enters into me making me leave a gasp.

“You’re mine only. Okay?” He said as he starts fastening his pace making my legs weak as he puts his hand under my shirt, squeezing and circling my boobs. “You’re such a slut baby”

“You take this cock so good” he said as he rolls back his head from the pleasure “yes please….” “I-i i love it when you call me that..” i whimpered “uhuh?” “You like being called a slut don’t you hm?” He tilts my chin up “look into my eyes baby” “tell me you want me”

“I-i want you… Ah-ahhh..” i said moaning “moan my name baby cmon” he whispers in my ear as i felt i was close “y-y-yoongi…baby im close…” i whimpered as i roll my eyes. I was so lost in the moment all i could think about is his cock “yes baby” “cum for me sweet mint” he tells me. “This your spot huh?” He said as he kept hitting it as my boobs bounced in every thrust he takes into me.

I finally reached my max point “Yoongi.. please fill me up” i begged him “want me to fill you up huh?” He said as he kept thrusting me “i’ll make you mine and make sure this cunt is mine only” he said as i felt him release his seeds into me. I felt him coloring the inside me with white stuff, i felt so good “fuck sweet mint. You’re such a good fuck” he praises me as i slightly chuckle “it’s my first time baby. Now clean me up” i ordered him as he took a tissue and started wiping my abused cunt filled with his cum and my cum. “So good baby huh?” He asks me as he pulls up my panties slightly patting my abused cunt that he just fucked good a while ago. “So we still friends?” He asks me with a slight chuckle

“i think we’re more than that now” i smiled to him while laughing.

Sweet mint | YG | MDNI | ch.2

| Song reccs |

Motion sickness - pheobe bridges

Flaming hot cheetos - clairo

Duvet - boa

Right side of my neck - faye webster

Pairings: | (school board pres) yoongi x (school representative) reader

Genre:soft,fluff, sweet, fast burn

Word count:1k+

Contents: |, curse words, cuddling, pecks or kisses, hardlaunching

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“Why? Is something bothering you my sweet mint?” He asks me as he took the phone from my hands “what the fuck.” He said looking at the post, pissed and angry. “Im calling a legal team baby okay? This is an invation of our privacy”

He assured me. As i was still speechless. There were so many words and things i wanyed to say, yet nothing could come out of my mouth, just pure shock.

“Yoongi..im scared, this will affect our school reputation.” I said to him worried.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. Our relationship will bring nothing bad to us okay?” “Just trust me.” He pulled me in for a hug as he kisses my head, reassuring me.

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A few days has passed since me and yoongi decided to take it slow. He was actually more than what he shows himself to be.

At his studio.

“Wow yoongi! your music- wahh!” I praised him a little too enthusiastically as i enjoy to the music he just composed.

He looked at me as i enjoyed listening to the track he made. He was so lost in thought looking at me, and admiring me.

“You know yoongi? I kinda did feel dirty after what happened there in the dressing room”

Yoongi looks at me as his heart sank, thinking it was because of him. “Why?” He asks me caressing my hand “i-i dont know honestly..it was my first time and i just felt dirty doing that especially in the dressing room..” i explained to him, looking down “y/n baby im sorry..” he apologized to me “i will never do anything that you don’t like ever again im so sorry..please forgive me” he apologized again looking at me genuinely “no yoongi..it was not because of you really. You were great, like really great at it. It’s just that it was my first time and this time i felt dirty doing it with someone.” I explained to him reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault. “I’ll make it up to you baby, the way you like iit okay?” He said “it’s just that I didn’t feel the love during that yoongi.. is it too much to ask?” I said. “No baby, c’mere.” He pats on his lap signalling me to sit on it “I loved you ever since okay? Everything about you was perfect. Even before i already had a strong admiration for you. I just- i just couldn’t get the courage to tell you since i knew damn well you don’t know me and i just knew you from afar.” He explained reassuring me. I gave him a smile as i leaned in for a pure and passionate kiss.

“Baby, you’re great at anything. I just wasn’t ready that time. My hormones got the best of me and I didn’t know what i was thinking. But this time i wanna do it again with you. I don’t just wanna make sex with you yoongi, i wanna make love to you.” I pulled from the kiss as i explained to him as he nodded. “Such a goodboy hm?” I gave him a smile as i ruffled his minty coloured hair. “I love you yoongii!” I wrapped my arms around him as he wraps his arms around me “i love you more sweet mint”

We then suddenly got caught offguard as flaming hot cheetos suddenly played in the backround

“Just the right moment” he laughs at me showing me his gummy and cute smile.

I burried my face in his neck “i’ll be there cheering for you at your competition. Okay?” I said “okay. I’ll make sure to do well for my baby” he replies to me kissing my head non stop. “I love us like this” i calmly say enjoying this precious moment with him “baby can we take a picture of us like this? I wanna keep it” i asked him “mhm” he hums in agreement to me as i reach out for the polaroid.

I kept oit positions as i click on the shutter. “We’re so cute” i smiled at the picture while he stares at me smiling. He took the polaroid ftom my hands “baby smile!” He takes a picture of me smiling. He doesn’t take a glance at the polaroid picture as he just stares at me smiling genuinely. “My baby is so precious and pretty” he tells me smiling at me, making me turn red as i quickly burries my head into his neck again. He took his phone and takes a picture of both of the polaroid pictures and posts it on instagram with the song motion sickness by pheobe bridgers. “I love her more than anything” he types the caption as he clicks on the post button.

*ping* i heard a notif on my phone, rolled my eyes, slightly annoyed that it ruined my moment with him. I checked my phone seeing the article “President Min and Rep Cheon dating?” Said the caption. As i scrolled down a smile left my mouth.

‘ “I love her more than anything” said on the caption that Pres. Min posted on his instagram. Refferring to Ms. Cheon the school representative. ‘ said the article

I scrolled down on the comments

“The perfect couple ever!”

“They finally found each other”

“They’re so cute together”

“The perfect pair”

Said the comments as i leave out a chuckle. “Babyyyy!!” I whined to him “i love you so much!!” I said taking my head off from his neck and starts kissing his face non stop.

He smiles at me enjoying this beautiful moment. “You’re so pretty baby” he tells me “i’ll treat you the best okay?” He assures me “ofcourse you will!” I tightened my hug around him as he also tightened the hug around me.

Still with you - JK - MDNI - PART ONE

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after breaking up with your boyfriend for 14 years for cheating on you, choosing to still stay with him in his apartment wasn't quite the best idea. especially after seperating.

warnings/contents : smut, mentions of ppregnancy, cheating, rape, unprotected sex, alcoholism, degrading, and this jungkook should be a warning.

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

this fic only has maybe 2 or 3 chapters

I wake up on the couch, feeling the ache in my back from sleeping in the same uncomfortable position all night.

 It takes a moment for everything to come rushing back—the familiar smell of his apartment, the soft hum of the refrigerator, and the memory of why I'm here in the first place.

I sit up slowly, wincing as I push the blanket off me. My clothes from yesterday are wrinkled, sticking to my skin in all the wrong places. I hate that I’m still here, stuck in this stupid situation, relying on him of all people. I run a hand through my tangled hair and look around, trying to remind myself that this is temporary. Just a month. I can survive a month.

The bedroom door creaks open, and I stiffen. Of course, he’s awake. Jungkook steps out, looking annoyingly casual in his sweatpants and t-shirt, his hair all messy like he just rolled out of bed. He sees me and flashes that stupid smile, the one that used to make my heart skip a beat. Now, it just makes me want to throw something.

"Morning," he says, his voice soft.

I don’t respond, refusing to meet his eyes as I start folding the blanket. Each movement is sharp, almost aggressive. I focus on the fabric in my hands, trying to keep my thoughts from spiraling. Why does he have to act like everything’s fine? Like he didn’t just cheat on me?

Jungkook walks past me to the kitchen, humming some tune under his breath. I hear the coffee maker sputter to life, and the smell of brewing coffee fills the room. It’s almost enough to calm me down. Almost.

"if you're still not over about that babe-" before he could utter a word, i cut him off " don't call me babe."

I grit my teeth and ignore him, the anger simmering just below the surface. The blanket finally folded, I toss it onto the couch with a little too much force and cross my arms, glaring at his back. He’s acting like nothing’s wrong, like he didn’t break my heart just a few weeks ago.

"I wouldn’t have to sleep on the couch if I didn’t have to be here in the first place," I mutter under my breath, knowing he’ll hear.

Jungkook pauses, glancing back at me. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms like this is just another one of our casual conversations. Like we’re still friends or something.

"You know you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need," he says, his tone irritatingly calm. "I don’t mind."

That’s not the point, Jungkook. I wouldn’t need to stay here if you hadn’t fucked up and cheat on me like i was nothing.

I stop myself before I go down that road again. We’ve been over this too many times, and it never ends well. I bite my lip, turning away from him and grabbing my phone from the coffee table. I need to get out of here. Anywhere but here.

"I’ll be out of your hair soon enough," I say, more to myself than to him.

I can feel his eyes on me, that gentle concern that used to make me feel safe but now just makes me feel...trapped. I don’t look back at him as I head to the bathroom, needing a moment alone to pull myself together.

i went to the bathroom

I close the bathroom door behind me, leaning against it as I let out a shaky breath. 

My heart’s still pounding, adrenaline making my hands tremble slightly. It’s always like this.

 being around Jungkook is like walking on a tightrope, and I’m constantly teetering on the edge. I can’t even look at him without feeling that mix of anger and something else I don’t want to name.

I turn to the mirror, avoiding my own reflection for a moment as I focus on the running water, splashing some on my face. The coolness helps, grounding me a little.

 My fingers shake as I comb through my hair, trying to smooth out the mess that sleeping on the couch always leaves behind. It’s not like I’m trying to impress anyone, but I can’t stand looking as disheveled as I feel inside.

Why does he have to be so calm?

 So unaffected by everything?

 It’s like nothing phases him, like he doesn’t care that I’m practically bursting with everything I haven’t said.

 I clench my teeth, rubbing at the dark circles under my eyes. I haven’t been sleeping well. how could I, in this situation?

I need to get out of here.

 I can’t stand being in this apartment any longer, can’t handle the way it makes me feel trapped. I don’t even know where I’m going, but anywhere is better than here.

 I grab my toothbrush, quickly brushing my teeth as if it’ll help me escape faster, then run a hand through my hair again, tying it up in a loose ponytail. It’s the best I can do with the time and patience I have.

The moment I step out of the bathroom, I feel the weight of the apartment pressing down on me again. Jungkook’s still in the kitchen, probably drinking his coffee without a care in the world.

 I grab my bag from the couch, trying to be quiet about it, but the strap catches on the blanket, making me fumble. My breath catches as I hear him shift in the kitchen, like he’s going to say something, but I’m out the door before he gets the chance.

The cool air hits my skin as I walk into the coffee shop, offering a welcome escape from the heat outside. I’ve been coming here a lot lately. maybe too much. but it’s one of the few places where I can just...breathe. 

No drama

no tension

no jeon jungkook

just the comforting smell of coffee and a quiet corner to lose myself in.

As I approach the counter, I notice a new barista. He’s got dark hair that falls over his eyes, giving him a kind of laid-back vibe that instantly catches my attention.

 There’s something about him that seems...different. He’s not just going through the motions like most baristas.

 He’s calm, almost serene

as if he’s moving at his own pace, completely unaffected by the rush of the city outside.

I find myself lingering a little longer than usual, trying to read the chalkboard menu even though I already know what I’m going to order. When I finally step up to the counter, he looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine with a gentle curiosity.

“Hey, what can I get you?” His voice is smooth, a little deeper, and I can’t help but notice the way his lips curve into a small, almost shy smile.

“Just a latte, please,” I reply. There’s a warmth in his gaze that I can’t quite place, something that makes me feel like he actually cares about what I’m going to order. 

It’s silly, but it’s nice.

He nods, turning to start on my drink, and I watch as he moves with an effortless grace, like he’s done this a million times but still finds some sort of joy in it. 

There’s a quiet confidence about him that’s both intriguing and comforting.

As he works, I find myself leaning against the counter, feeling more at relax than I have in days. “You’re new here, right? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Yeah, just started a couple of weeks ago,” he replies without looking up, focused on the precise art of frothing the milk. “Name’s Yoongi.”

“Y/N,” I say, offering a small smile, even though he can’t see it. “I come here a lot, so...guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

He glances up at that, his eyes meeting mine again, and this time, there’s a flicker of something. more of a spark of interest that makes my heart skip a beat.

 “I’ll look forward to it.”

My smile widens a little, and I duck my head, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. There’s something about him that’s just...easy. Natural. Like we’re already friends, even though we’ve barely exchanged a few words.

He finishes my latte and slides the cup across the counter with a soft “Here you go.”

 I take it, our fingers interact for the briefest moment, and I swear I feel a tiny jolt of electricity at the contact.

Maybe it’s just the caffeine deprivation, but I can’t shake the feeling that this guy—Yoongi—might be exactly what I need right now.

“Thanks,” I murmur, taking a sip. It’s perfect, just the right amount of foam, the espresso rich and smooth. I glance back at him, and he’s watching me with a quiet smile, like he’s pleased that I like it.

“See you around, Y/N,” he says as I turn to leave, his voice lingering in the air even after I’ve stepped away from the counter.

I find my usual spot by the window, sinking into the plush chair with a contented sigh. 

There’s something about that new barista that makes me want to come back here, even more than I already do.

 It’s not just the coffee, although that’s definitely a bonus.

 It’s him. 

the way he made me feel like I wasn’t just another customer, like maybe I was someone worth getting to know.

As I sip my latte, I catch myself smiling, a real, genuine smile that I haven’t felt in a while.

 Maybe things aren’t so bad. Maybe, in this little coffee shop with its warm light and soft music, I’ve found something, or someone...worth sticking around for.

Still with you - JK - MDNI - PART TWO

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after breaking up with your boyfriend for 14 years for cheating on you, choosing to still stay with him in his apartment wasn't quite the best idea. especially after seperating.

warnings/contents : smut, mentions of pregnancy, cheating, rape, unprotected sex, alcoholism, degrading, and this jungkook should be a warning.

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

this fic only has maybe 2 or 3 chapters

I wake up to the sound of my alarm, the shrill beeping cutting through the silence of the room.

 I’m on the couch again, my back aching from another restless night. The familiar weight of tension settles over me as I remember where I am, Jungkook’s apartment. I groan, rubbing my eyes, wishing I could wake up somewhere else, anywhere else.

Today’s a workday, and for that, I’m grateful.

 Work is my escape, the one place where I can forget about everything that’s gone wrong in my life. I sit up, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. My mind is already racing with the tasks I need to tackle at the studio, the new song I’ve been working on, the production tweaks that need to be made.

I stand, stretching, and glance at the closed bedroom door. He’s still in there, probably asleep. Good. The less I have to see him this morning, the better. I grab my clothes and head to the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.

As I get ready, I stare at my reflection in the mirror, trying to push away the anxiety that’s been gnawing at me since I woke up. I need to focus on work today, not on the fact that I’m still here, stuck in this apartment with him. The makeup I apply is like a shield, something to hide behind. I can’t afford to look vulnerable, not today.

When I step out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go, I hear movement from the kitchen. My heart sinks. Of course, he’s awake now. I should have left earlier. I quickly grab my bag, hoping to slip out without any interaction.

But as I near the door, Jungkook’s voice stops me. “You’re leaving already?”

I freeze, my hand on the doorknob. “Yeah. I have to get to the studio,” I say, not turning around.

“You’re always in such a rush,” he says, his tone casual, but there’s an edge to it that I can’t ignore.

I sigh, closing my eyes for a brief moment. “I have a lot to do.”

“Right. Because work is all you care about now.” His voice is cold, and it hits me like a punch to the gut.

I turn around, glaring at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, leaning against the counter, his eyes dark. “Just that you’ve been burying yourself in work ever since...”

I know what he’s about to say, and I can’t bear to hear it. “Don’t,” I snap, cutting him off. “Just don’t.”

His eyes flash with anger, and for a moment, we’re locked in a silent battle of wills. But I don’t have the energy for this fight. Not today. I turn and walk out the door, slamming it behind me.

at work

“Hold the elevator!”

I quickly hit the button to keep the doors open, and a moment later, Yoongi slips inside, slightly out of breath. He grins at me, and for the first time today, I feel my mood lift a little.

“Thanks,” he says, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Didn’t think I’d make it.”

“No problem,” I reply, smiling back at him. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

He nods, still catching his breath. “Yeah, just started producing for some of the artists here. It’s been a wild ride so far.”

“That’s great,” I say, genuinely happy for him. I’ve been running into Yoongi at the coffee shop for a while now, and there’s something about him that makes everything feel a little less heavy. “I’m a producer and singer here too. Guess we’ll be seeing each other around a lot more.”

“Looks like it,” he replies, his smile widening. “Maybe we could work on something together sometime.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You say that like I wouldn’t be honored.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “The honor’s mine. Seriously.”

There’s a comfortable silence as the elevator continues its ascent, and I feel a sense of relief that I haven’t felt in a while. Being around Yoongi is easy. There’s no pressure, no expectations. Just two people who happen to get along.

Before the doors open to my floor, Yoongi pulls out his phone. “Hey, do you mind if we exchange numbers? In case you need anything...work-related, of course.”

“Of course,” I reply, feeling a warmth spread through me as we swap numbers. The doors slide open, and I step out, turning back to give him a small wave. “See you around, Yoongi.”

“See you, Y/N,” he replies, and I can feel his eyes on me as I walk down the hallway. For the first time today, I feel a genuine smile tugging at my lips.

-------------

Yoongi’s arm is around my shoulders as we approach my apartment building.

 The evening air is cool, a welcome relief after a stressful day. We reach the door, and I fumble with my keys, feeling a tight knot of anxiety in my stomach.

As we step inside, I’m met with an unexpected and unsettling scene. 

Jungkook is sprawled on the couch, clearly drunk, his clothes disheveled. The room is a chaotic mess, reflecting his mental state.

Yoongi looks at me with a quick, sympathetic glance but doesn’t enter the apartment. “I’ll text you once I’m home,” he says quietly, giving me a reassuring smile.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” I manage to reply, though my mind is already racing with dread about the confrontation that’s about to unfold.

Yoongi watches me walk towards the door before turning and heading back to his car. 

I take a deep breath and step into the apartment, trying to steel myself for the encounter.

Jungkook’s eyes shift towards me, narrowing with a mix of anger and contempt. “Look who decided to come back,” he slurs, his voice dripping with disdain. “You and your new friend.”

I try to keep my voice steady. “Jungkook, can we not do this right now?”

He stands up with a lurch, stumbling towards me. His face is flushed, and his breath smells of alcohol. 

“Oh, so now you want to play nice? After everything you’ve put me through?”

I wince at his words but hold my ground. “I didn’t come here to fight. I just needed to get rest after work.”

Jungkook’s gaze hardens, and he stumbles closer, his voice rising with every word. “You think you can waltz back in here like nothing happened? You were too busy with your career to even notice what was going on with us. And then, when we lost the baby, you act like it’s all my fault?”

The accusation is a knife to my heart, but I try to stay composed. “That’s not fair. You contributed to the stress, too. It wasn’t just me.”

Jungkook’s eyes are icy, filled with cruelty. “Fair? Do you know how it felt to be ignored? To have the person I was supposed to rely on pushing me away? You didn’t care about me or our baby. It was always about your career, your stress. You failed us.”

My tears start to fall uncontrollably.

 “I was trying my best to handle everything. I needed your support, but you were too busy finding someone else.”i sob

Jungkook’s anger intensifies, and he stumbles forward, grabbing my arms roughly. “You think you can just come back and fix things? You destroyed everything, and now you have to face the consequences.”

Before I can react, Jungkook pulls me towards him, his lips crashing onto mine in a forceful, unwanted kiss. The suddenness of it shocks me, and I struggle to push him away, my tears mixing with the bitterness of the moment.

“Stop it!” I manage to cry out, pushing against his chest with all my strength. “This isn’t what I want.”

Jungkook’s grip tightens, his eyes wild with a mix of rage and desperation. “You don’t get to walk away from this. You’ve hurt me, and now you’ll face it.”

I wrench myself free, stumbling back. My heart is racing, and the pain is overwhelming. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.”

I pull out my phone, feeling the tears fall freely. Yoongi’s message is waiting for me: “I’m home. Let me know if you need anything.”

I respond quickly, “Thank you.” The message is a small comfort amidst the storm of emotions.

jungkook threw the phone away, my eyes watching the phone being thrown away to the couch. 

he then tries to unbutton my blouse "jungkook- s-stop" i whimpered, trying to pull away from him but it wasn't working. he didn't stop kissing me.

 i was trapped.

 "you're still mine y/n" jungkook’s grip tightens, his eyes wild with a mix of rage and desperation, his voice is deeper than usual.

i just cried. letting him do what he wants to me knowing i can't do anything about it. he's too strong for me. 

all i need is to get away from him and get out of this apartment as soon as possible.

jungkook was drunk as hell.

 pounding into me harshly "you think you can get away from me?" he grunts 

"this cunt is mine only" i moaned as i sob at the same time. i didn't want this. 

"jungkook! please.. stop" i let out a whimper, still my palm on his chest, trying hard to push him away. 

finally i felt jungkooks release into me. i felt dirty.

i felt dirty having him all over me.

he pulls out and forgets about me, and goes to the shower, leaving me as it is. 

like im some sort of object. 

i sit down looking down at my bruised cunt, sobbing.

still with you - JK - PART THREE

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after breaking up with your boyfriend for 14 years for cheating on you, choosing to still stay with him in his apartment wasn't quite the best idea. especially after seperating.

warnings/contents : smut, mentions of ppregnancy, cheating, rape, unprotected sex, alcoholism, degrading, and this jungkook should be a warning.

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

this fic only has maybe 2 or 3 chapters (there's an extra 4rth chapterr)

The door chimes, and I look up to see Yoongi walking in.

 His smile is gentle as he approaches, but there’s a hint of concern in his eyes when he sees my expression.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says softly as he sits down across from me. “You okay?”

I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. “Honestly? No, not really.”

Yoongi leans forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “What happened?”

I hesitate, the words catching in my throat, but I know I can trust him.

 He’s been there for me through so much already.

 “Last night... it was bad, Yoongi,” I begin, my voice shaky.

 “Jungkook came home drunk, more than usual. He was completely out of it, but that didn’t stop him from... from going all over me. He was aggressive, pulling me around, forcing himself on me. It was like he didn’t even see me as a person, just something to use.”

Yoongi’s expression darkens, his jaw tightening as he listens. “Y/N, that’s not okay. You shouldn’t have to go through that, ever.”

I shake my head, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill.

 “I know. But it’s like he’s not even the same person anymore. He’s so mean, Yoongi, so cruel. He said things—horrible things. He blamed me for the miscarriage, said it was my fault he cheated, that I wasn’t enough.”

Yoongi’s hand reaches across the table, gently covering mine. “Y/N, none of that is your fault. You know that, right? Jungkook’s just trying to push his guilt onto you because he can’t face his own mistakes.”

I nod, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness at his words. “I know, deep down, but it still hurts. I can’t keep doing this, Yoongi.

 I can’t keep living like this.”

He squeezes my hand gently, his voice filled with quiet determination. “You don’t have to. I’ve been thinking about this, and I think it’s time you got out of that apartment. There’s a place I know, near your work. It’s nice, quiet, and it could be a fresh start for you. I know the landlord, and I’m sure they’d be willing to rent it to you.”

The idea of leaving, of finally getting out of that toxic environment, fills me with a sense of hope I haven’t felt in a long time. “Do you really think I can do it? Just leave everything behind?”

Yoongi’s gaze is steady, filled with a warmth that makes me believe in myself. “I know you can. You deserve to be in a place where you can heal, where you can breathe without constantly looking over your shoulder. And you don’t have to do it alone. I’ll help you every step of the way.”

Tears well up in my eyes, but this time, they’re tears of gratitude. “Thank you, Yoongi. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He smiles softly, squeezing my hand once more before letting go. “You don’t have to find out. We’ll get through this together.”

As I sit there, the thought of sneaking out of Jungkook’s apartment no longer feels like a distant fantasy. It feels possible, like the first step toward reclaiming my life. With Yoongi’s support, I know I have the strength to do it.

Yoongi’s suggestion echoes in my mind. “You don’t have to. I’ve been thinking about this, and I think it’s time you got out of that apartment. There’s a place I know, near your work. It’s nice, quiet, and it could be a fresh start for you. I know the landlord, and I’m sure they’d be willing to rent it to you” he’d said, his voice gentle but firm.

 “You deserve to be in a place where you can heal, where you can breathe without constantly looking over your shoulder. And you don’t have to do it alone. I’ll help you every step of the way.”

The apartment is shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the window. I move quietly, careful not to make a sound as I navigate through the familiar space. My suitcase is packed, sitting by the door, and all I need to do is grab it and leave. It should be simple, but nothing about this place ever is.

As I pass by Jungkook’s bedroom, I hear it. the muffled sound of moaning, followed by his voice, low and slurred. I freeze, not because I’m shocked, but out of sheer habit. Once, this would have torn me apart, but now, it’s like listening to a broken record. The pain has dulled to a numb ache, 

something I’ve grown used to.

His voice becomes clearer, more distinct, and what I hear makes my stomach turn. 

“She’s so pathetic,” Jungkook sneers, his tone dripping with contempt.

 “She’ll do anything to keep me around, but I’m done with her. She’s worthless, just like the baby she couldn’t even keep.”

The woman’s moans follows, a cruel sound that echoes in the otherwise silent apartment. I should feel something.

 anger, hurt, betrayal

but instead, all I feel is emptiness. I’ve heard it all before, the lies, the insults, the way he tears me down to justify his own failures.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to move again. My hand tightens around the handle of my suitcase as I slowly, carefully, open the front door. The soft click of the latch releasing feels like the loudest sound in the world, but I don’t let it stop me.

With one last glance back into the darkened apartment, I step out into the hallway, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible.

 The sounds from Jungkook’s room are muffled now, distant, like they belong to a world I’m no longer part of.

As I walk away, the weight of his words doesn’t follow me. Instead, I feel a sense of detachment, as if I’m finally severing the last ties that bound me to him. Whatever he’s become, whatever he thinks of me, doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done with him, with this place, with everything that once held me back.

I head toward the elevator, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and relief. The thought of starting over, of living somewhere new, fills me with a strange, tentative hope. I don’t know what’s ahead, but I know it has to be better than this. With Yoongi’s support and the prospect of a new apartment, I finally feel like I’m taking control of my life again.

As the elevator doors close behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. It’s over. I’m done with Jungkook, and I’m finally ready to move on.

jungkook's pov

The dimly lit room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the creak of the bed beneath us.

The girl beneath me, someone whose name I’ve already forgotten, runs her hands over my back, her nails digging in as she moans my name. It’s the same every time. mindless, empty, just the way I like it.

 No strings,

no expectations,

just pure,

selfish indulgence.

She pulls me closer, and I smirk, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You’re so much better than her,” I say, my voice dripping with darkness. “She’s so weak, so desperate for my attention, but you... you’re what I need.”

She giggles, clearly pleased with the compliment, and I feel a twisted satisfaction. It’s easy to tear Y/N down when she’s not around.

 I’ve been doing it for months, maybe longer.

 The truth is, I can’t stand the sight of her anymore. The way she looks at me, like I’m supposed to be some kind of savior, like I’m supposed to love her. It’s pathetic.

“God, you don’t know how good it feels to be with someone who isn’t constantly whining,” I continue, my voice low and cruel. “She’s always so needy, always so clingy. It’s exhausting.”

The girl beneath me smiles, her fingers trailing down my chest. “She sounds like a real drag.”

“She is,” I agree, my tone harsh. “Always trying to talk about her feelings, always wanting to ‘connect.’ It’s like, can you just shut up for once? I don’t care about your problems, I don’t care about your stupid career. I’ve got better things to do.”

As I thrust into the girl, my mind drifts to Y/N.

 The way she used to look at me with those big, hopeful eyes, like I was the center of her universe. It used to give me a thrill, knowing how much power I had over her, but now? Now it’s just a burden.

The girl doesn’t even flinch at my harsh words; she just pulls me closer, moaning louder, feeding off the toxicity that I’m spewing. This is what I want. someone who won’t question me, who won’t try to fix me. Someone who’s here for the fun and nothing more.

As the pleasure builds, I focus on the present, on the girl beneath me, on the way she’s everything Y/N isn’t. No strings, no drama, just pure, selfish satisfaction. I push Y/N out of my mind completely, losing myself in the moment, in the thrill of knowing that I’m in control, that I’m the one calling the shots.

In this bed, in this moment, Y/N doesn’t exist. And that’s exactly how I want it.

--------

The apartment is still mostly empty, boxes scattered around waiting to be unpacked, but it already feels more like home than Jungkook’s place ever did. 

The space is small, cozy, and completely mine. The silence here is peaceful, not oppressive, and I find myself smiling as I wander from room to room, imagining how I’ll decorate.

I’m standing by the window, looking out at the city below, when there’s a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I pause, curious and a bit nervous.

 Setting down the mug of tea I’d been sipping, I walk over and open the door, and to my surprise, Yoongi is standing there, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yoongi?” I ask, my surprise evident in my voice. “What are you doing here?”

He chuckles, leaning casually against the doorframe. “I wanted to check on you, see how you’re settling in.”

I smile, genuinely touched by his thoughtfulness. “I’m doing okay, just trying to figure out where everything goes.”

“Mind if I come in?” he asks.

“Of course, come in,” I reply, stepping aside to let him enter. As he walks in, I can’t help but notice how comfortable he seems, like he’s been here before.

Yoongi turns to face me, a playful glint in his eyes. “So, how do you like the place?”

“I love it,” I say sincerely, looking around. “It’s perfect, Yoongi. I can’t thank you enough for helping me find it.”

He nods, looking pleased. “I’m glad you like it. But, uh... there’s something I need to tell you.”

My curiosity is piqued. “What is it?”

He steps a little closer, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “I didn’t tell you earlier because I wanted it to be a surprise, but... I’m your neighbor.”

I blink, processing his words. “Wait, what?”

He laughs softly, clearly enjoying my reaction. “My apartment is right next door. So, if you ever need anything, or just want to hang out--I’m literally just a few steps away.”

I stare at him, a mix of disbelief and amusement washing over me. “Are you serious? You live right next to me?”

“Yep,” he says, leaning back against the kitchen counter, his grin widening.

“Welcome to the neighborhood.”

I shake my head, laughing. “You’re full of surprises, Yoongi.”

His expression softens, and he looks at me with a warmth that makes my heart skip a beat. “I’m just glad you’re finally in a place where you can feel safe and happy.

You deserve this, Y/N.”

For a moment, I’m overwhelmed by how much things have changed in such a short time. I never imagined I’d find myself in a place like this, with someone like Yoongi by my side. But here I am, and it feels right.

yoongi's pov

I watch as Y/N walks around her new apartment, her face lit up with a smile that I haven’t seen in too long. Seeing her happy like this makes everything worth it. the planning, the secrecy, the worry about whether she’d like the place.

When she finally notices me standing in the doorway, her surprise is almost comical. 

I had to hold back a laugh when she asked what I was doing here, as if I could stay away. The look on her face when I told her I’m her neighbor was priceless.

I wanted to tell her sooner, but I knew this would be more fun. Plus, I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for her before I revealed that little detail. Seeing the relief in her eyes, the way she seems more relaxed than she’s been in ages, makes me feel like I did something right.

As we talk, I can’t help but feel this growing warmth in my chest. Y/N’s been through so much, more than anyone should have to endure, but she’s stronger than she realizes. And now, she’s finally in a place where she can start fresh.

I’m right next door, ready to be there for her whenever she needs. Whether it’s just to hang out, share a meal, or talk about music, I’m here. It feels good to know I can be that person for her—someone she can count on.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” I say, and I mean it in more ways than one. This isn’t just about the apartment. It’s about us, too. I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes, to being a part of her life in a way that really matters.

As we stand there, sharing a laugh, I realize that this. right here, right now, feels like the beginning of something special. Something worth holding onto.

still with you - JK - PART FOUR

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after breaking up with your boyfriend for 14 years for cheating on you, choosing to still stay with him in his apartment wasn't quite the best idea. especially after seperating.

warnings/contents : smut, mentions of ppregnancy, cheating, unprotected sex, alcoholism, praising, grinding, tit play, making out, degrading, and this jungkook should be a warning.

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

this fic only has maybe 2 or 3 chapters (there's an extra 4rth chapterr)

Yoongi is busy at his mixing desk, a focused expression on his face as he adjusts the dials.

 When he sees me, his face lights up with a genuine smile that never fails to make my heart skip a beat.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says warmly. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Hey, Yoongi,” I reply, returning his smile. “What’s on the agenda tonight?”

He motions for me to take a seat on the couch, and I do, settling in comfortably. 

Yoongi comes over and joins me, his demeanor a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“I’ve been working on a new track,” he begins, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “It’s still a work in progress, but I’d love for you to hear it.”

As he plays the track, the room fills with music that’s both intricate and emotionally charged. The harsh raps weaves through the space, capturing the essence of what I’ve come to love about his work.

 It’s different from what he’s done before. 

more raw,

more personal.

I close my eyes, letting the music wash over me. It’s beautiful, and I can feel the emotion in every beat. When the song ends, I turn to Yoongi, my eyes reflecting my appreciation.

“That’s incredible,” I say, my voice filled with sincerity. “It’s so... omygod”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a mix of relief and pleasure. “I’m really glad you think so,” he says, his eyes meeting mine with a look that’s both tender and intense.

There’s a moment of silence, charged with unspoken words and feelings.

 Yoongi’s gaze lingers on me, and I can feel the weight of the moment pressing between us. It’s clear that he’s about to say something important.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” he starts, his voice soft but resolute. “Over the past months, spending time with you, getting to know you better... I’ve realized that my feelings for you have grown beyond just friendship. I care about you deeply, and I’ve fallen in love with you.”

My heart skips a beat at his confession. I’ve felt the same way, but hearing him say it out loud makes it all the more real. I rise from the couch, feeling a rush of emotions as I take a step toward him.

Without a word, I reach up and gently cup his face in my hands. Yoongi looks at me with a mixture of vulnerability and hope. I lean in, and our lips meet in a tender, electrifying kiss. The connection is immediate, filled with a blend of affection and longing.

The kiss deepens, and I feel a surge of passion that takes my breath away. Yoongi’s hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer as our kiss becomes more urgent. The world outside fades away as we lose ourselves in each other.

When we finally pull away, both of us breathless and flushed, Yoongi looks at me with a mixture of relief and adoration. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admits quietly.

“I’ve felt the same,” I whisper, my heart full. “I’m so glad we finally said it.”

Yoongi smiles, his eyes warm and tender. “Me too.”

As our kisses become more passionate, Yoongi’s hands start to explore my body with a reverent touch.

He caresses my back, his fingers tracing the contours of my skin with a mix of tenderness and desire. I respond in kind, my hands sliding up his chest and into his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss becomes more urgent, and I feel a rush of anticipation as Yoongi’s hands begin to remove the barriers between us.

 The warmth of his touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but give in to the growing desire that pulses between us.

"jungkook doesn't deserve you." 

With gentle movements, Yoongi helps me out of my clothes, his touch both reverent and eager.

 I reciprocate, carefully and slowly undressing him, our movements guided by a shared understanding and a deep sense of trust, lust and love.

he puts me onto his lap, half naked, my bra showing, my wet paper thin panties soaking making a wet mark on his black pants. 

he kisses me once again, but this time more roughly, passionate and intimate. "i'm sorry i wasn't in your life earlier.." he murmurs as he goes down to my neck, biting it and sucking it, making a love mark. 

i let out a whine "yoongii.." i rock my head back, grinding on his clothed bulge, as i felt him getting hard. 

"hm?" he hums as he continued making love marks on my collar bone and neck, while his hands unbuckles my bra making it fall as he slips it down. 

"so..beautifull, my love" he praises as he gives me a smile. 

he made me feel things jungkook could never.

i knew 14 years of relationship was a waste. we could've been married now, but if i've never known that he cheated

i wouldve never met yoongi.

his fingers circle my nipples, playing with it, making me let out a slight moan.

"so needy already? i haven't even touched you yet." he smirks at me.

"may i?" he asks me as he pulls up my mini skirt, asking me consent.

i leaned in to his ear "yes you may" i whispered, lingering in his ear.

---

he pulls down his pants along with his boxers. 

"ride me" he commanded me.

i did what he said, as i slowly enter it inside me i let out a moan, out of pleasure. "fuck-mm you're so tight- so- wet" he grunts .

i began grinding myself on him, fucking myself with his cock, my boobs bouncing infront of him. 

"i love what im seeing." he said before he starts sucking and licking on my nipple my back arch from the pleasure. "y-yoongi!" i moaned out "yes baby?" he hums looking at me "close?" he asks, i nodded.

i rolled my head back aswell as my eyes. "i-im coming too babe" he grunts again as i grind more faster on him. 

i felt my release and his release mix together as it drips down to my thigh. i collapsed on him, my head on his neck. "you kay?" he chuckles under his breath, rubbing my back up and down. "mhm..too good" i replied tired. he lets out a laugh,making me laugh too. 

"i love you" he took my face and cups it as he gives me a peck on the lips. 

"i love you too, i'm all yours" i replied to him giving him a peck back. 

----

i have now found my peace, my healing. 

i know no matter what i do or no matter how much i try to forget jungkook and the things he had done to me, it'll still stay with me. 

but this time, as a memory. 

and now making a new and better one with yoongi.

jungkook's pov after 3 years

The familiar scent of coffee and pastries fills the air as I enter the shop. It’s a place I used to visit with Y/N, and now, it’s where I’ve heard she’s been spending a lot of her time.

 I spot Yoongi behind the counter, the barista who has become a special part of her life.

Taking a deep breath, I walk up to the counter. 

Yoongi looks up from his work, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Hey there,” he says, his tone friendly. “What can I get for you today?”

I’m not here for coffee. I need to talk to him about Y/N. “Actually, I’m not here for a drink,” I say, trying to steady my voice. “I wanted to talk to you about Y/N.”

Yoongi’s demeanor shifts slightly, a cautious interest in his eyes. “Y/N? What’s this about?”

I take a moment, searching for the right words. “I know we haven’t been on the best terms, and I’ve moved on with my life. I’m married now, and I have a child. But I’ve heard that Y/N is with someone special now, and I wanted to know how she’s doing.”

Yoongi’s expression softens, and he nods. “Y/N is doing well. She’s doing better with me, and yes, we’re together now.”

My heart sinks a little, but I try to keep my composure. “I see. I didn’t come here to disrupt anything or make things awkward. I just... I wanted to apologize for how things ended between us. I know I made mistakes, and I deeply regret how I treated her.”

Yoongi’s gaze is steady, his voice calm but firm. “She’s been through enough, if you wanna make an apology, do it to her not to me. she's the one you hurt, and she deserves your apology more." 

The beginning was fun - YOONKOOK - FF - SOON

Pairings : hyyh! jk x hyyh! yg

genre : fluff, angst

warning/contents : arson, alcoholism, domestic violence, mint haired yoongi, yoonkook is a literal warning

context : yoongi's alcoholism never bothered jeongguk as long as he was responsibly drinking and with him. breaking jeongguks trust leads him unfortunate events

author note : i really love fics involving yoongi and jungkook sm. they're my biases

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - SOON

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after finally leaving all of those memories behind and make new ones, your current partner yoongi still holds a grunge against your ex for everything he put you through. "if karma won't hit him, i will."

will jungkook get what he finally deserves?

context : jungkook here is a famous singer for a company and he and oc got together during a gig. y/n a fan who ofcourse fangirled over him didn't know the beast she was gonna unveil once they get together.

warnings/contents : yelling, ruining a family, cheating, std, exposing

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - CH. 1

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after finally leaving all of those memories behind and make new ones, your current partner yoongi still holds a grunge against your ex for everything he put you through. "if karma won't hit him, i will."

will jungkook get what he finally deserves?

word count:6k words

warnings/contents : yelling, ruining a family, cheating, exposing, rape, domestic violence, jungkook here is really mean, adultry

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

oc's pov

As the lights dim and the first chords fill the room.

 Then, there he is 

Jungkook, 

stepping up to the mic, ready to sing. He looks so confident, so effortlessly cool, and for a moment, it feels like his eyes find mine in the crowd. My heart skips a beat.

He starts singing, his voice smooth and captivating, wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

 It's like he's singing just for me, and I can't tear my eyes away.

 Every note, 

every lyric pulls me in deeper, and I feel that familiar rush of admiration and... something more.

By the time the performance ends, my hands are sore from clapping, but I can't stop.

 I cheer as loud as I can, grinning ear to ear, feeling like the proudest person in the room. Watching Jungkook on stage, doing what he loves, always fills me with so much joy.

As the crowd begins to thin out, I reluctantly start heading towards the exit, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

 But just as I'm about to leave, I hear someone call me.

"hey!!"

I turn around, my heart leaping into my throat as I see Jungkook weaving through the remaining crowd, heading straight for me. My breath catches in my chest. 

Is he really coming over to me?

"Hey," he says, slightly out of breath as he finally reaches me.

 He's even more gorgeous up close, with that easy smile that makes my knees weak. "Thanks for coming to the show."

"Of course," I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady. "You were amazing, as always."

He grins, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. 

"I'm glad you think so. I've noticed you at a few of our gigs... You're always right up front."

My face flushes, and I can't help but smile. "Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a fan."

"More than a bit, I'd say," he teases.

to my surprise, he pulls out his phone and hands it to me. "Here, put your number in. Maybe we can hang out sometime... outside of the gigs."

I stare at the phone, my mind racing. Is this really happening? My hands tremble slightly as I take it from him, quickly typing in my number.

"Done," I say, handing it back to him, trying to act casual even though my heart is doing flips.

"Great," he says, flashing me that smile again. "I'll text you."

As I walk out of the auditorium, my phone clutched in my hand, I can hardly believe what just happened.

Jungkook, the guy I've been crushing on for so long, just asked for my number. 

It feels like a dream, but it's real.

the start

Me and Jungkook are new to this relationship.

 It still feels like a dream sometimes. 

how someone like him could be with someone like me?

He's the school's heartthrob, the lead singer of the band everyone loves, and here I am, just a girl who used to watch him from afar.

But now, he's mine.

Jungkook has been so sweet since we started dating.

 He's always finding little ways to make me smile, like how he'll randomly show up at my locker with my favorite snack or send me a good morning text before I even wake up.

 It's the little things that make my heart flutter.

One day, we're walking through the school courtyard after classes, and he suddenly stops, pulling me to the side.

 He looks at me with that signature smile of his, the one that makes me melt every time.

"What's up?" I ask, feeling a little self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"Nothing, I just... wanted to give you something," he says, reaching into his backpack. My curiosity piques as I wonder what it could be.

He pulls out a single flower, a delicate daisy, and hands it to me. "It's not much, but I saw it and thought of you."

My heart swells as I take the flower from him, feeling the soft petals between my fingers. "Jungkook, this is perfect. Thank you."

He leans in and kisses me, his lips soft and sweet against mine. "You're perfect," he whispers, making my cheeks burn with happiness.

A few nights later, we're walking through the quiet streets of our neighborhood.

 The stars are out, twinkling above us, and the air is cool, carrying the scent of fresh rain. We're holding hands, our fingers intertwined as we walk. It's one of those moments where everything just feels... right.

"You know," Jungkook says, breaking the silence, "I've never felt this way before."

"What way?" I ask, glancing up at him.

"This... happy," he replies, his voice soft.

 "Being with you makes me feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be."

I smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "I feel the same way," I admit, squeezing his hand.

He stops walking, turning to face me. The moonlight casts a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes. "Y/N, I know we haven't been together long, but... I want you to know that I'm serious about us. I really care about you."

"I care about you too, Jungkook," I say, my heart racing.

He steps closer, wrapping his arms around me. "I promise I'll always be good to you," 

he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. "One day, I'll marry you. I'll make sure you're the happiest girl in the world."

I look up at him, my eyes stinging with tears of happiness. "I believe you," I say, meaning every word. "I believe you, Jungkook."

He kisses me then, deep and slow, like he's sealing that promise with every press of his lips against mine. And in that moment, I know that whatever happens, we'll always have this. 

our love, our promises, and our future together.

2 years into our relationship

It's the second year of our relationship, and things have changed. 

mostly for Jungkook. He's been hanging out with a new group of friends, Eun-Cheol and Jun-Ho, and I can see how they've been influencing him. They're different from the friends he used to have, more focused on making money and having fun rather than following their passions.

One afternoon, I overhear a conversation between them while waiting for Jungkook outside the rehearsal room.

"Jungkook, man, you've got to be real," Eun-Cheol says, leaning back against the wall with a cigarette in hand. "This band thing... it's not going to get you anywhere."

"Yeah," Jun-Ho chimes in. 

"You're wasting your time. You're talented, but not everyone can make it as a band singer. It's time to think about your future, man."

I can see Jungkook's face from where I'm standing, and there's a look of hesitation in his eyes. He loves singing more than anything, but he's also been under a lot of pressure lately.

"I don't know, guys," Jungkook finally says, running a hand through his hair. "Singing is what I love to do. The band... it's a part of me."

"But is it really worth it?" Eun-Cheol presses. "What are the chances you'll actually make it big? You could be using your time for something more practical, something that'll actually pay off."

Jungkook doesn't respond right away, and my heart aches watching him struggle. 

I know how much this means to him, and I want to burst into the room and tell him not to listen to them.

 But I also know he has to make this decision on his own.

"I just... I need to think about it," he says, his voice lacking its usual confidence.

Later that evening, Jungkook shows up at my place, just like he always does.

 He's got a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, and his smile is as warm as ever when I open the door.

"Hey, beautiful," he says, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek as he hands me the flowers.

 "I got these for you."

I smile, taking the flowers and feeling the familiar warmth in my chest. Despite everything going on, he's still the Jungkook I fell in love with. sweet, caring, and always thinking of me.

"They're beautiful, thank you," I say, stepping aside to let him in. 

We move to the couch, and he pulls me close, wrapping his arm around me as we settle in.

"How was your day?" I ask, resting my head on his shoulder.

"It was okay," he replies, but there's a heaviness in his voice that I can't ignore. "Just a lot on my mind."

I don't push him for details, knowing he'll talk when he's ready. Instead, I focus on the way he's holding me, the way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N," he suddenly says, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "No matter what happens, I want you to know that."

"You mean everything to me too, Jungkook," I reply, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I'm here for you, always."

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and for a moment, it feels like nothing has changed.

 But deep down, I know that things are different now. He's changing, and I'm not sure what that means for us.

For now, though, I hold onto this moment. this quiet, tender moment where it's just me and him, and nothing else matters.

5 years into our relationship.

As the years went by, the Jungkook I once knew seemed to slip away.

 The sweet, thoughtful boy who used to bring me flowers and whisper love words was becoming a distant memory...

 We were five years into our relationship now, and things were different. He was different.

I had finally decided I was ready to take that next step with Jungkook, to lose my virginity to him. 

It was a big decision for me, one I had thought about for a long time. I trusted him, or at least I wanted to believe I did, despite the changes in him over the years.

The night came, and we were in house, alone. 

The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken tension, a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

 But as things progressed, something felt... off. Jungkook wasn't gentle like I had imagined he would be.

 Instead, he was rough, almost like he was in a hurry, like he needed to get something out of his system.

I tried to tell myself it was just nerves, that maybe he was just as nervous as I was.

 But as it went on, the discomfort turned into pain. The pain became unbearable, but I bit my lip, trying not to let him see how much it hurt.

 I kept telling myself it would get better, that it was just because it was my first time. But it didn't get better.

Jungkook seemed completely unaware of my discomfort, completely lost in his own pleasure. He was rough, and every movement felt like it was tearing me apart.

 The feeling wasn't what I had imagined at all. it wasn't sweet or loving, it was raw and painful, and I felt more alone than ever.

When it was over, he didn't seem to notice how I was feeling. He didn't ask if I was okay or if it had been what I expected. He just lay there, satisfied, while I curled up beside him, feeling broken and used.

In that moment, something inside me shifted. 

I realized that the Jungkook I had loved for so long was gone. The boy who used to make me feel special, who used to treat me with so much care, was no longer there. In his place was someone who seemed to care more about his own needs than mine.

A few months had passed since that painful night, and the more time went on, the clearer it became that things were far from okay. 

Jungkook had changed so much, and I felt like a stranger in my own relationship. It was hard to ignore the growing distance between us and the way he seemed to treat me more like a possession than a partner.

One evening, I finally gathered the courage to confront him. We were at his apartment, and the weight of my emotions had been building up for weeks. I needed answers, needed to understand why everything had turned so wrong.

"Jungkook, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I took a seat on the edge of the couch.

He looked up from where he was lounging on the sofa, his expression guarded. "What's up?"

"It's about us. About what happened a few months ago," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It wasn't what I expected. It was painful, and you didn't seem to care about how I was feeling."

His eyes narrowed, and he sat up, clearly annoyed. "Seriously? You're bringing this up now? That was months ago. What do you want from me?"

"I want to understand why it was like that. Why you weren't gentle, why it hurt so much," I pressed, trying to make him see my side. "And why you haven't changed since then."

Jungkook's face turned red with anger, and he stood up abruptly. "Oh, so now I'm the bad guy? Maybe you're the one with the problem. Maybe you've been sleeping around with other guys who are better than me!"

The accusation hit me like a slap, and I felt a surge of hurt and frustration. "That's not fair, Jungkook. I haven't been with anyone else. This is about how you've treated me and how you've changed."

He threw his hands up in exasperation, pacing around the room. "You think you're so perfect? Maybe if you were more understanding, things would be different. But no, you just want to blame me for everything!"

I stared at him, my heart sinking as I realized he wasn't going to see things from my perspective. He was too wrapped up in his own anger and defensiveness to hear what I was saying.

"I don't want to fight," I said quietly, standing up. "I'm just trying to make sense of everything. But if you're not willing to listen or change, then I don't know what else to say."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked towards the door. I didn't look back as I left, feeling a deep sadness and resignation settle over me.

 I had hoped for some kind of resolution, some acknowledgment of the pain and confusion I was feeling. But instead, all I got was more anger and blame.

As I stepped out into the night, I felt a sense of finality. Maybe this was just how things were now. 

maybe there was no fixing what had been broken. All I knew was that I couldn't stay in a relationship where I was constantly made to feel like the problem.

after a few months

For months, I had been trying to communicate with Jungkook about how important it was for me to have a more affectionate and less intense experience.

 I wanted us to connect in a way that made us both feel valued and loved, without the roughness and the kinks that had been part of our past.

One evening, as we lay in bed together, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to have another conversation.

The atmosphere was soft, with only the gentle hum of the city outside our window.

"Jungkook," I began, turning to face him. "I've been thinking a lot about us, and I really want to try something different. I want to make love in a way that feels right for both of us, not just you."

He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation. "What do you mean?"

"I want us to connect in a way that's gentle and loving," I explained. "No more roughness, no degrading words, no slapping or kinks that make me uncomfortable. I want us to be close, to truly experience intimacy together."

There was a pause, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Jungkook had always been resistant to change, especially when it came to something as personal as our intimate life.

 But there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made me believe he was considering what I was saying.

 "I don't want to lose you."

"you wont." I said, reaching out to touch his face gently. "I want us to be happy together, and this is a big part of that. I need it to be this way for me to feel truly connected with you."

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to nod. "Okay. We'll do it your way."

With a sense of relief and hope, we moved closer to each other.

 I guided him through the process, taking the lead and focusing on making the experience as intimate and pleasurable as possible for both of us.

 I took my time, making sure that we both felt connected and cherished.

As I rode him, I could feel the pleasure building, but it was different from before.

 It was a shared experience, where we both gave and received, and it felt like we were finally in sync. There were no harsh words or rough actions. 

just the gentle rhythm of our bodies and the warmth of our connection.

Afterward, as we lay together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Jungkook nodded, pulling me closer. "i love you y/n. I don't want to lose you."

In that moment, I felt a renewed sense of hope. Maybe we could find a way to make our relationship work, to grow closer and heal the wounds of the past. It wouldn't be easy, and there would be challenges ahead, but for now, I was grateful for the progress we had made.

10 years into our relationship

It had been ten years since Jungkook and I started dating, and the once-loving relationship we had was now overshadowed by his increasingly rough and violent behavior.

 We had moved in together a few years back, and I thought that living together might bring us closer. Instead, it seemed to bring out the worst in him.

One evening, I returned home from a night out with friends. 

I had spent the evening catching up with them and enjoying their company, which included a few guys Jungkook wasn't particularly fond of.

 When I walked through the door, I could tell immediately that something was wrong. Jungkook was pacing in the living room, his jaw clenched.

"You're home late," he snapped, his voice laced with anger.

"I told you I'd be out with friends tonight," I replied, trying to stay calm. "It was just a casual get-together."

He glared at me, his eyes dark with jealousy. "Casual? You were out with guys I don't even like, hanging all over them. How do you expect me to feel?"

"I was just hanging out," I said, feeling the anger rise in my chest. "I'm allowed to have friends, and you know they're just friends."

Jungkook's face twisted with rage. "Friends? Don't give me that crap! You think you can just do whatever you want while I sit here and deal with it? You have no respect for me!"

Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, yanking me closer. 

His grip was harsh, and I winced in pain. "You think you're so perfect, don't you? Always out with your friends, flaunting yourself in front of other guys. You're nothing but a whore!"

The words cut deep, and before I could respond, he slapped me across the face.

 The force of the blow left me stunned, and I stumbled backward, trying to regain my balance. Tears stung my eyes as I looked up at him, shocked and hurt.

I tried to defend myself, but the words caught in my throat as he pushed me further into the corner. The verbal assault and physical violence left me feeling helpless and broken.

Later that night, after Jungkook had stormed off to the kitchen, I could hear the clinking of bottles. 

I followed him in, finding him slumped over the counter with a half-empty bottle of whiskey. 

His anger had turned to self-pity, and the alcohol seemed to be his way of coping.

"Seriously, Jungkook?" I said, my voice strained. "You're drinking again? After everything that just happened?"

He looked up at me, his expression a mix of resentment and frustration. "Why is it that you can go out and have fun, but I'm stuck here, dealing with this crap? You think you're so much better than me?"

"I work hard every day!" I shot back, my voice trembling with emotion. "I don't have time to go out and party like you think I do. I'm busy with work, and this is the only time i got the hang out with friends from dealing with your crap everyday!"

He slammed his bottle down on the counter, causing it to splutter. "Yeah, and what about me? I'm supposed to just sit here and be your doormat while you live your life? It's not fair!"

"You don't get it," I said, feeling the weight of his anger and jealousy crushing me. "I don't go out because I want to avoid you. I go out because I need to maintain some normalcy. I'm trying to keep this relationship together, even if it feels like you're doing everything you can to tear it apart."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt, but he didn't respond. Instead, he took another swig from the bottle, his movements clumsy and unsteady. 

I watched him, feeling a deep sense of sadness and frustration.

It was clear that the love we once had was fading, replaced by a cycle of jealousy, anger, and emotional abuse. 

And as much as I wanted to believe things would get better, the harsh reality was that our relationship was unraveling, and I didn't know how to fix it or if I even could

13 years in our relationship

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, my back pressed against the sink as the realization of my situation sank in. 

The pregnancy test I had just taken lay discarded on the counter, its two pink lines glaring up at me. 

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to grasp the reality of what was happening. 

I wasn't ready to be a mother. My life was a mess, and the last thing I needed was the added responsibility of a baby.

My phone buzzed on the floor beside me. I ignored it, feeling overwhelmed by the wave of emotions crashing over me. 

I heard the front door slam open, and Jungkook's footsteps echoed through the apartment. 

He must have been coming home from work, where he had been spending more and more time.

Jungkook's voice carried into the bathroom, laced with a forced cheerfulness. "Hey, babe, I'm home!"

I didn't respond. Instead, I buried my face in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I heard him enter the bathroom, and a moment later, he was kneeling beside me, his hands gently touching my shoulders.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice suddenly softening as he noticed my tears. There was an edge of concern in his tone, but I could still sense the underlying pretense.

I couldn't look at him. "I'm... I'm pregnant," I managed to choke out between sobs.

The room fell silent for a moment, and then I felt Jungkook's arms wrapping around me, pulling me close.

 He was warm and comforting, but it did little to soothe the panic rising in my chest. His breath was slightly tinged with alcohol, and I could tell he had been with someone else.

"We have to keep the baby," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We can't just get rid of it. It's our child."

I pulled away from him slightly, shaking my head. "Jungkook, I'm not ready for this. Neither of us are. Look at our lives—look at how stressed and unhappy we are. We barely have time for ourselves, let alone a baby. This isn't the right time."

He looked at me with a mix of determination and desperation. "We'll make it work. We have to. I know things are tough right now, but this is our chance to build something new, something better. I want this baby."

I tried to reason with him, but the more I spoke, the more he seemed convinced that keeping the baby was the right thing to do. "Jungkook, I can't. I'm overwhelmed with work and our relationship is falling apart. I don't think I can handle this right now."

He cupped my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. "I know it's hard, but we can't just give up on this. We'll figure it out together. I want us to be a family, and I want to do this with you. I need you to trust me on this."

The tears continued to fall as I looked into his eyes. I wanted to believe that things could be different, but I couldn't ignore the doubts gnawing at me.

 Jungkook's resolve seemed unshakable, though, and his insistence made me feel powerless to change his mind.

"Please, Y/N," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly. "Let's try to make this work. We owe it to ourselves and to our baby."

As much as I wanted to resist, the look in his eyes and his plea left me feeling like I had no choice. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Okay," I whispered, the words tasting like defeat. "We'll keep the baby."

Jungkook embraced me tightly, his relief palpable. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "We'll get through this together. I promise."

In that moment, I felt a wave of uncertainty and fear, but I also felt a glimmer of hope.

 Jungkook's promise was both a comfort and a burden. As we held each other in the dimly lit bathroom.

The pregnancy was visibly taking its toll on me. 

My belly had grown, a constant reminder of the life I was carrying.

 Yet, the excitement I should have felt was overshadowed by Jungkook's increasing distance and the strain it put on my already fragile emotional state.

Jungkook had started staying out later and later, claiming he was busy with band rehearsals. 

He had rejoined a band shortly after we found out about the pregnancy, or so he said. The truth was, I knew he was lying.

 The nights he spent out were filled with secrecy and late-night calls that I overheard, suggesting he was with someone else.

One evening, I was sitting alone in our dimly lit living room, nursing a cup of tea.

 The stress of Jungkook's erratic behavior and the constant pressure from work was overwhelming. I was exhausted, emotionally drained, and my once-joyful anticipation for the baby was replaced with anxiety.

Jungkook stumbled through the door, his face flushed and his clothes rumpled. 

He had that familiar, uneasy look in his eyes, the same one he wore whenever he was caught in a lie. I tried to mask my concern, but it was impossible to ignore the tension between us.

"Where have you been?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He threw his keys onto the counter, avoiding eye contact. "I told you, band rehearsal. We had to work on a new track."

 I felt my eyes welling up with tears, my heart heavy with the burden of his deceit and my own growing stress.

As the days went by, Jungkook's behavior only grew worse.

 He was increasingly irritable and prone to outbursts. His anger seemed to be directed at me for the smallest things. leaving dishes in the sink, not having dinner ready on time, or not being cheerful enough. His complaints were relentless, and his lack of support was crushing.

One particularly rough night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep due to the stress and anxiety gnawing at me. I could hear Jungkook's muffled voice through the walls, his angry shouts at someone on the phone. I tried to block out the noise, but it only added to my distress.

The following morning, I woke up feeling weak and dizzy. The bleeding was subtle at first, but it soon became impossible to ignore. I rushed to the bathroom, my heart pounding with fear. I knew something was terribly wrong.

When Jungkook came home later that day, I was in the middle of a miscarriage. I was curled up on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down my face as I clutched my belly, feeling the loss of the baby. He barged in, his face a mixture of anger and shock as he saw the state I was in.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded, his voice laced with fury. "Why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?"

"I didn't know," I sobbed, feeling a deep sense of guilt and pain. "I've been under so much stress, and I didn't know this would happen."

Jungkook's anger flared. "It's your fault! You're always so stressed out and making excuses. You're ruining everything!"

His words cut through me like a knife.

 I tried to explain, to make him understand that the stress of his behavior and the lack of support had taken its toll on me, 

but he wasn't listening.

 His rage was consuming him, and he started blaming me for the miscarriage, accusing me of not taking care of myself properly and failing as a partner.

He grabbed me roughly, his hands gripping my arms as he shouted at me, his face contorted with rage.

 "You had one job—to take care of yourself and our baby. And now look what you've done! You've killed our baby, and it's all your fault!"

The violence in his words matched the force of his actions. 

The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment of being blamed for something I couldn't control.

 I cried out, trying to push him away, but his anger only seemed to fuel his need to hurt me further.

14 years of relationship with him

I thought the worst was behind us after the miscarriage.

 We were both shattered, but somehow, I believed we could heal together.

 I threw myself into work, hoping to escape the grief that hung over our home like a dark cloud.

 Jungkook, on the other hand, became even more distant, his temper shorter, his absences longer. 

But I was too exhausted to fight anymore, too drained to question his excuses. I just wanted things to go back to how they used to be.

One evening, Jungkook was out late again, supposedly at another

 "band rehearsal."

 I sat alone in our dim apartment, the glow from the television flickering across the room.

 I had given up on waiting up for him, resigned to the loneliness that had become a constant in our relationship. But something gnawed at me, a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. Maybe it was the way he had avoided my eyes earlier, or how quickly he had snatched his phone away when I walked into the room.

I tried to push the thoughts away, but curiosity and suspicion got the better of me. 

My hands trembled as I reached for his phone, which he had carelessly left on the coffee table. The screen lit up, and I quickly navigated to his messages. What I found made my blood run cold.

There were texts. 

hundreds of them. 

Flirty, explicit messages exchanged between Jungkook and several different women. 

My heart pounded in my chest as I scrolled through the evidence of his infidelity. Pictures of them together, his arms wrapped around other women in intimate settings, flooded my vision. My hands shook so violently that I almost dropped the phone. But then, I saw the videos.

 I couldn't bring myself to open them, but the thumbnails were enough. The sight of Jungkook with another woman, their bodies entwined, was burned into my memory.

I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't breathe, my chest tightening with each passing second as the reality of his betrayal set in. I had sacrificed so much for him, endured so much pain, and this was how he repaid me? With lies and deceit?

When Jungkook finally came home, reeking of alcohol, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone clutched in my hand. He stumbled into the room, his eyes widening when he saw me holding it.

"What the hell are you doing with my phone?" he slurred, trying to snatch it from me.

I pulled it back, my voice trembling with rage and hurt. "How long, Jungkook? How long have you been cheating on me?"

His expression darkened as he realized what I had seen. 

But instead of apologizing or showing any remorse, he sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "So you finally found out, huh? What does it matter? You've been so wrapped up in your work and your damn miscarriage that you didn't even notice."

His words cut deep, reopening the wounds that had barely begun to heal. I could feel the anger boiling inside me, but all I could do was shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through?"

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Don't play the victim, Y/N. You've been so focused on your career, on making a name for yourself, that you forgot about me. You forgot about us. And don't even get me started on the miscarriage. Maybe if you weren't so stressed all the time, our baby would still be here."

I gasped, the shock of his words stealing my breath away. 

How could he blame me for something so heartbreaking?

 I had done everything I could to keep our relationship together, to keep us both afloat, and this was how he saw it?

 As my failure?

I stood up, my legs unsteady beneath me. "You're unbelievable, Jungkook. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that we're okay when all you've done is lie and cheat. We're done. I'm done."

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "You're breaking up with me? Good luck with that. You don't even have a place to go. You've been so busy with work that you haven't even thought about finding your own place. And by the way, who do you think has been paying the rent?"

"me." i respond to him. "i have been working my ass off everyday and everynight trying to keep up with you and your stupid 'band rehearsal' shit!" my voice trembled "you're out the house always! while me at home and work, working for us and for our fucking future jungkook. the audacity of you to accuse me all these years. FUCK IT." i spat out. 

i finally let every word i've been keeping to myself out.

Jungkook stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. I turned on my heel and walked out of the bedroom, grabbing my coat and bag on the way out. I didn’t have a plan, didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay there a moment longer.

finally done with him

After three months of living on my own without Jungkook, I finally started to feel like myself again. 

Yoongi had been a comforting presence, always knowing how to make me smile, even when I didn’t feel like it.

This morning, as part of my new routine, I got up to check the mail.

 Yoongi was in the kitchen, humming softly as he made us coffee. The morning felt peaceful, almost normal...until I opened the mailbox.

A white envelope stood out among the usual bills and flyers. My heart sank when I saw the names written in elegant script:

Jungkook & Ae-ri.

 My hands trembled as I opened it, revealing a wedding invitation. My ex, Jungkook, was getting married,

 and he had the audacity to send me an invitation.

I walked back inside, the invitation feeling heavier with each step. Yoongi looked up, his smile fading as he saw my expression.

“What is it?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

I handed him the invitation without a word. He took one look at it, and I saw the frustration build in his eyes. “The audacity of this man to send this to you,” he muttered, his tone thick with disbelief.

I could feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me...anger, hurt, maybe even a little relief.

 I was done with Jungkook, but the sting of his actions, even now, was hard to ignore. Yoongi reached out, pulling me into a comforting embrace.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”

As I rested my head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat reminded me that I had someone who truly cared about me. 

Jungkook might have tried to drag me back into his life with this invitation, but I was done with that chapter. I was moving forward, and with Yoongi by my side, I knew I’d be okay.

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - CH. 2

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after finally leaving all of those memories behind and make new ones, your current partner yoongi still holds a grunge against your ex for everything he put you through. "if karma won't hit him, i will."

will jungkook get what he finally deserves?

word count:1k+ words (it's short)

warnings/contents : yelling, ruining a family, cheating, exposing, rape, domestic violence, jungkook here is really mean, adultry

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

yoongi's pov

I can’t stop thinking about it.

 Every time I look at Y/N, I see the pain in her eyes, the way she flinches whenever something reminds her of him. 

It makes my blood boil, knowing what that bastard did to her. And now, to find out that the daughter he’s been raising isn’t even his. that was the final straw.

I didn’t want to get involved, not like this, but I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

 Jungkook deserves to know the truth, to feel the same betrayal he put Y/N through. I know it won’t erase what happened, but maybe it’ll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Meeting with Eun-ha was surreal. Watching the realization dawn on his face, seeing the anger and hurt. it’s exactly what I needed to see.

I sat across from Eun-ha at the café.

“I appreciate you meeting with me,” I began, my voice steady but low. “I know this is all very sudden.”

Eun-ha nodded, his expression cautious. “I didn’t know what to expect when I got your message. You said it was about Ae-ri and the baby… Can you explain what this is about?”

I took a deep breath, sliding a small folder across the table toward him. “I’ll explain everything, but first, I need you to understand something important. The child Ae-ri is raising with Jungkook…it’s not his. It’s yours.”

Eun-ha’s hand froze just above the folder, his eyes widening in shock. “What…? That can’t be right.”

 He had no idea that Ae-ri(jungkooks wife" had lied to him, kept his child from him all these years.

“It is,” I replied, my tone firm but empathetic. “I had a DNA test done, and it confirmed that you’re the biological father.”

He slowly opened the folder, staring at the test results inside. His face went pale as he processed the information, and I could see the confusion and disbelief swirling in his eyes.

“I don’t understand,” he said after a long pause. 

“Ae-ri and I broke up before she ever mentioned being pregnant. She just…ended things out of nowhere, and I never heard from her again. She didn’t tell me anything about a baby.”

“She never told you because she moved on with Jungkook almost immediately,” I explained.

 “She let him believe that the baby was his, and he’s been raising her as if she were. But she’s your daughter, Eun-ha. You have a right to know.”

Eun-ha slumped back in his chair, his expression a mixture of anger and sorrow.

 “She just…dumped me without a word. I had no idea. If I’d known, I would have taken responsibility. I would have been there.”

I nodded, understanding the pain in his voice. “I know. And that’s why I wanted to meet with you. You deserve to know the truth. But there’s more you need to be aware of.”

He looked up at me, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Jungkook…he’s not the man you might think he is,” I said carefully, choosing my words. “He was with Y/N, a woman I care deeply about. He mistreated her in ways that are unforgivable...emotionally, physically, and psychologically. And now, he’s raising your child while still being the person who caused so much pain.”

Eun-ha’s eyes darkened as he absorbed my words. “So, what are you saying? That Jungkook doesn’t deserve to raise my daughter?”

I shook my head slightly. “What I’m saying is that Jungkook needs to face the consequences of his actions. But more importantly, your daughter deserves to know her real father...the one who would have been there for her if he’d only known.”

Eun-ha sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as he stared down at the table. “This is…a lot to take in. I don’t even know where to start.”

“I understand,” I said gently. “And I’m not asking you to make any decisions right now. I just needed you to know the truth. Whatever you choose to do next, I’ll support you. But I think you should consider being a part of your daughter’s life, even if it means confronting Ae-ri and Jungkook.”

Eun-ha looked up at me, determination settling in his eyes. “I’m not going to let this go. I want to be in my daughter’s life, no matter what it takes. But I need time to figure out how to approach this.”

“That’s all I ask,” I said, feeling a sense of relief. “Take the time you need. And if you ever need help or support, I’m here.”

 he’s determined to be a part of his daughter’s life. I respect that, but I also know how dangerous this information is.

“Please,” I told him, sliding the documents across the table, “don’t say anything yet. I need time to figure this out, to make sure this doesn’t blow up in Y/N’s face.”

Eun-ha looked at me, his eyes full of pain and understanding. “I just want to be there for my daughter,” he said. “But I get it. I won’t say anything. Not yet.”

I nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief. This was the right move. It had to be.

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - CH. 3

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after finally leaving all of those memories behind and make new ones, your current partner yoongi still holds a grunge against your ex for everything he put you through. "if karma won't hit him, i will."

will jungkook get what he finally deserves?

word count:1k+ words

warnings/contents : yelling, ruining a family, cheating, exposing, rape, domestic violence, jungkook here is really mean, adultry

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

Jungkook's POV

“We can’t just throw everything away, Jungkook. Think about our daughter!” Ae-ri’s voice was desperate as she pleaded with me, her eyes brimming with tears. She stood in front of me, hands clasped together as if begging for mercy.

I stared at her coldly, my heart hardened by the lies she had spun. “She’s not my daughter,” I spat, the words laced with venom. 

“You made sure of that when you kept this secret from me.”

“She needs both of us,” Ae-ri insisted, stepping closer as if proximity could change my mind. “We can still be a family, for her sake.”

I shook my head, the anger inside me simmering just beneath the surface. 

“No. I’m done with you, Ae-ri. I want a divorce. And as for the child… I’ll fight for custody. I’m not letting you drag her down with your lies.”

Ae-ri’s face crumpled, tears spilling over as she tried to reach out to me. “Jungkook, please… Don’t do this. 

We can fix this. 

I’ll do anything.

 Please, don’t take her away from me.”

But her pleas only fueled my resolve. The betrayal was too deep, too unforgivable. “It’s over, Ae-ri,” I said firmly, stepping back from her grasp.

 “I’ll see you in court.”

at the court

The courtroom was tense, the air thick with the weight of what was at stake.

 Ae-ri sat across from me, her face pale and drawn, while I remained stoic, determined to sever the ties that bound us. 

The proceedings were bitter, each of us fighting for custody of the child we had both come to love, though under false pretenses.

But in the end, the judge saw through the façade.

 The lies, the deceit, the toxic environment we had created were no place for an innocent child. The ruling came down like a hammer, final and unyielding.

“The court has decided that it is in the best interest of the child to be placed under the care of a child shelter center,” the judge declared, her voice firm and impartial. 

“Neither party will retain custody.”

The words echoed in the silent courtroom, the finality of it sinking in.

 Ae-ri gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she realized what this meant. 

I felt a hollow ache in my chest, the reality of the situation crashing down on me.

As we left the courtroom, I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. This wasn’t how I had imagined things would end. But there was no turning back now.

 The child we both loved was now out of our reach, lost to the consequences of our actions.

The weight of what had happened settled heavily on my shoulders.

 I had wanted revenge, but instead, I had lost everything. The lies and betrayal had torn apart not just our lives, but the life of an innocent child who was now caught in the crossfire of our mistakes.

As I walked away from the courthouse, I couldn’t shake the image of that small, innocent face, now destined to grow up without either of the people who had once claimed to love her. 

The guilt gnawed at me, but it was too late to change anything now. Karma had come full circle, leaving behind nothing but regret and sorrow.

Eun-ha was determined as he walked into the child shelter center, holding tightly onto the documents Yoongi had given him.

 His heart raced, knowing that this was his only chance to reclaim his child and make up for the lost time.

 The sterile smell of the center greeted him as he approached the front desk, where a woman with a kind but tired expression sat behind a computer.

“Good afternoon,” Eun-ha said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m here about a child- my child.”

The woman looked up from her computer, her gaze softening as she noted the seriousness in his tone. “What’s the name of the child?”

“Her name is jeon bo-ra,” Eun-ha replied, his heart clenching at the mention of her name. “I have documents here proving that I’m her biological father.”

He handed over the papers, and the woman took them, her eyes scanning the information carefully. She glanced up at Eun-ha, her expression now a mixture of understanding and concern.

“I see,” she said, her voice gentle. “It’s not often we have a parent come forward like this, especially after a custody case has been decided.”

Eun-ha nodded, swallowing hard. “I didn’t know about her until recently. Her mother kept it from me. But I’m here now, and I want to take responsibility for her. She’s my daughter, and I want to make sure she’s safe and loved.”

The woman studied him for a moment, sensing the sincerity in his words.

 “I understand this is important to you, Mr. Eun. However, there are legal procedures we need to follow. I’ll need to verify these documents and speak with the appropriate authorities.”

“Please, do whatever you need to,” Eun-ha said quickly. “I just want to make sure she’s okay. And… I need to ask that Jungkook and Ae-ri aren’t informed about this. They’ve caused enough pain already.”

The woman nodded, understanding the delicate nature of the situation. 

“I’ll make sure your request is noted. We’ll do everything we can to protect the child’s well-being and respect your wishes.”

Eun-ha let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

She offered a reassuring smile. “We’ll take care of it. I’ll have someone bring bo-ra to you once we’ve verified everything.”

As Eun-ha waited, he felt a mix of anxiety and hope. He had missed so much of his daughter’s life, but now he had the chance to be the father she needed. He thought of Yoongi and how much this discovery had changed everything. For bo-ra's sake, he was willing to do whatever it took to ensure she had a loving and stable home.

After what felt like an eternity, a staff member appeared, holding the hand of a small girl with big, curious eyes. Eun-ha’s heart swelled with emotion as he knelt down to her level, tears threatening to spill over.

“Hi, bo-ra,” he said softly, his voice trembling with emotion. “I’m your dad.”

“I’m here to take you home,” Eun-ha continued, his voice thick with emotion. “you’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

The staff member gently gave bo-ra to go to him, and after a moment’s hesitation, Eun-ha opened his arms, and to his overwhelming relief, letting him hold her close.

As he hugged his daughter for the first time, Eun-ha felt the weight of the past few months lift off his shoulders. This was what mattered...the chance to be the father she needed, to give her the love and care she deserved.

“Thank you,” Eun-ha whispered to the woman in charge, his voice breaking with gratitude. “Thank you for giving me this chance.”

She smiled warmly, understanding the significance of the moment. “You’re welcome, Mr. ha. Take good care of her.”

Eun-ha nodded, holding his daughter tightly as they left the center together, ready to start a new chapter of their lives, one filled with love and the promise of a better future.

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - CH. 3

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after finally leaving all of those memories behind and make new ones, your current partner yoongi still holds a grunge against your ex for everything he put you through. "if karma won't hit him, i will."

will jungkook get what he finally deserves?

word count:1k+ words

warnings/contents : yelling, ruining a family, cheating, exposing, rape, domestic violence, jungkook here is really mean, adultry

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

Yoongi’s POV

I had been enjoying the tranquility of our movie night, the soft glow of the TV casting gentle shadows around the room. 

Y/N was nestled comfortably against me, and for a while, it was easy to forget the turmoil that had clouded our lives recently.

 The softness of her hair against my chin and the steady rise and fall of her breathing were comforting.

But then, out of nowhere, a question bubbled up from my mind...one I hadn't fully prepared to ask, but felt necessary. “Hey, Y/N, were there any cameras in your old apartment?”

The words slipped out before I had a chance to fully think them through. I could see her stiffen slightly, her body tensing as she processed the question. Her gaze shifted to meet mine, and I could read the confusion and trepidation in her eyes. My heart tightened; I knew this question might open up old wounds, but something inside me was demanding answers.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “There were cameras in the living room. Why do you ask?”

Her response only deepened the weight of the moment. The living room—where everything had gone so wrong.

 My thoughts raced as I tried to gauge how much I could reveal, how to navigate this delicate conversation. 

The last thing I wanted was to cause her further pain, but I needed to understand if there was something I could do.

“I was just thinking...” I began, struggling to find the right words. “About what happened in that apartment. I know it must have been incredibly hard for you, and I was wondering if you ever saw anything on those cameras.”

Y/N’s reaction was immediate...her eyes filled with a mixture of dread and sadness. 

She looked away, and I could see the anguish in her face.

 I hated seeing her like this, but I felt a growing urgency to address the issues head-on. The fact that there were cameras meant there could be footage, footage that might shed light on what had happened.

“I didn’t really check the cameras,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I tried to avoid thinking about it. But... I knew something was off. I just... didn’t want to confront it directly.”

The pain in her voice cut deep, and I could sense how much she had tried to protect herself from reliving those moments. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her that she wasn’t alone, but I also needed to ensure that whatever had happened, we would face it together.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, my voice laced with genuine regret. “I didn’t mean to bring up painful memories. I just thought that if there was something we needed to do or if there was any way I could help, I should know.”

Her hand reached out to mine, and the touch was both a relief and a grounding force. I squeezed her hand gently, trying to convey my support and understanding. “Thank you for asking,” she said, her voice barely audible. “It means a lot that you care. I just don’t want to relive it, but I appreciate that you’re here for me.”

Her gratitude warmed my heart, and I felt a deep resolve to be there for her no matter what. “Of course,” I said, my voice steady. “We’ll face it together, whatever it is. If you ever want to talk about it, or if there’s anything you need, just let me know. I’m here for you.”

As she leaned into me, I could feel the weight of the world lifting slightly. 

The comfort of her presence, the shared understanding of our struggles...these things made the burden easier to bear. In this moment, I wanted nothing more than to provide her with the peace and safety she deserved.

The movie played on, but my focus was on her, on us. The past might have left its scars, but I was committed to being her rock, her support. With her nestled against me, I felt a flicker of hope. Together, we could face whatever came our way, and I was determined to make sure she knew she wasn’t alone in this fight.

awhile later.

The CCTV cameras were still connected to Y/N’s phone.

I carefully shifted to avoid waking her, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached for her phone on the nightstand. 

The screen was locked, but I knew her passcode and managed to access it with practiced ease. My fingers trembled slightly as I navigated to the CCTV app, my thoughts a jumbled mess of frustration and determination.

There it was. the live feed and recordings from the cameras in the apartment.

 I scrolled through the list of recorded videos, my eyes scanning for any sign of what I dreaded yet needed to confirm. 

Each thumbnail was a potential glimpse into a moment I had hoped never existed, and my stomach churned as I clicked through them one by one.

Finally, I found it. a video timestamped from the night of the incident. 

My heart raced as I tapped on it, the playback starting almost immediately. 

The footage was grainy, but unmistakable. Jungkook’s face was visible, and I could see the harrowing scene unfold before me. The anger and pain surged within me as I watched, confirming what I had feared all along.

I felt a surge of protective rage, but I kept my emotions in check, knowing that acting impulsively wouldn’t help Y/N. Instead, I focused on the task at hand. I needed evidence, and this video was a crucial piece of it.

 With a quick, decisive move, I sent the video to my phone, making sure it was saved and backed up securely.

As the video transferred, I felt a mix of relief and anguish.

I was finally holding the evidence that would expose Jungkook’s brutality, but the reality of what Y/N had endured weighed heavily on my heart. 

I needed to be careful with this information—how it was used, when it was revealed. But for now, I had secured it.

I placed Y/N’s phone back on the nightstand and returned to her side, carefully maneuvering back under the covers.

 I lay there, my mind still reeling from what I had seen. The footage confirmed my worst fears, and it solidified my resolve to ensure that Jungkook faced consequences for his actions.

I wrapped my arm around Y/N, feeling her warmth and softness against me.

 Despite the dark truths I had uncovered, I took comfort in the fact that she was safe here, with me. I would protect her, support her, and ensure that she received the justice she deserved.

For now, though, I focused on the present...on being here for Y/N, on offering her comfort and support. 

The battle ahead was daunting, but I was determined to fight it for her, no matter what it took. I knew that together, we could face whatever came next, and I would make sure that Y/N’s past didn’t dictate her future.

Jungkook’s POV

I was lounging in my living room, scrolling through my phone, when an anonymous email popped up.

 The subject line caught my attention: "She deserves justice." I didn’t think much of it, dismissing it as some spam or prank, but my curiosity got the better of me.

 I clicked the email and saw an attachment with a video file.

I almost didn’t want to open it, but something nagged at me.

 I clicked on the video, and as soon as it started playing, my blood ran cold. The scene in the video was unmistakable. It was my old apartment...her living room. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what I was watching.

There I was, clearly intoxicated and aggressive. And there was Y/N, looking terrified and vulnerable.

 The image of me hurting her, of me committing the worst thing imaginable, was right there on the screen. 

My breath came in ragged gasps as the video played on.

The initial shock quickly turned to a boiling rage. “This bitch,” I muttered under my breath. “This bitch is really annoying.” The sheer audacity of the video, the way it laid bare my darkest moment, filled me with uncontrollable anger. How dare someone expose me like this?

In a fit of rage, I grabbed my phone and hurled it against the wall. The phone shattered on impact, pieces scattering across the floor. I stared at the remains of my phone, my anger morphing into guilt and frustration. How had things come to this? How had I let myself become this person?

As the sirens outside grew louder, I realized the situation was getting worse. I could hear the police approaching, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. My mind was a chaotic mess of guilt and fury.

 I felt trapped, my actions finally catching up to me in the most humiliating way possible.

I slammed my fist against the wall, trying to release the pent-up anger and shame. 

The guilt was eating me alive, but my pride and rage wouldn’t let me face it properly. I was furious at Y/N for making me confront this, at myself for being such a monster, and at the entire situation that had spiraled out of control.

As the officers knocked on the door, my anger slowly began to subside, replaced by a hollow sense of dread. I knew I couldn’t escape this. My actions had led me to this moment, and there was no way out. The video had sealed my fate, and the reality of what I had done was crashing down on me.

I opened the door to the officers, trying to compose myself. My anger was still there, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming guilt and fear. I knew I was about to face the consequences of my actions, and the weight of it was almost too much to bear.

The reality of my situation settled in as they read me my rights and led me away.

 The anger and guilt were all-consuming, and all I could think about was how far I had fallen and how deeply I had hurt Y/N.

Yoongi’s POV

The next morning, I was sitting in my studio, trying to focus on my music, but my mind kept drifting back to the evidence I had collected. 

The gravity of what I had done hit me in waves, but I knew it was necessary. 

I had to make sure Jungkook faced the consequences for what he did to Y/N.

I pulled up the footage and reviewed it once more, making sure everything was in order.

I had sent the video to Jungkook anonymously, but 

that wasn’t the end of it.

 I knew that exposing him wasn't enough; Ae-ri needed to be held accountable as well. I found the evidence of her involvement...how she had manipulated the situation and used the baby to deceive Jungkook.

I compiled everything into a new file and sent it to the authorities anonymously.

 The evidence clearly showed Ae-ri’s role in the deceit and her ongoing affair with another man.

I hoped this would be enough to bring her to justice too.

Ae-ri’s POV

I was at home, trying to go about my day when the sound of sirens outside grew louder.

My heart raced with a mix of anxiety and confusion.

I didn’t understand what was happening until I heard the doorbell ring, and the police entered with a warrant for my arrest.

As they explained the charges—adultery and fraud—I felt a surge of anger and disbelief. 

How had this happened?

 I was being accused of things I hadn’t done, or at least not in the way they were portraying.

 The whole situation felt like a nightmare, and I could barely process it as the officers led me away.

“This is ridiculous!” I screamed, struggling against the officers. “I knew it! His ex is so crazy! She’s gone mad!” My voice cracked with frustration and panic.

 The idea that Y/N had somehow orchestrated this, that she was behind all of this mess, was infuriating.

 I couldn’t believe that she had taken things this far, that she was willing to ruin my life out of spite.

As they escorted me to the police car, I could see the flash of cameras from reporters and the curious glances of onlookers.

 My emotions were a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and confusion.

 I didn’t understand why things had escalated to this point, and the realization that someone had outsmarted me, someone who I considered beneath me, was hard to swallow.

I was shoved into the back of the police car, my mind racing with a hundred thoughts.

 I couldn’t escape the feeling of being trapped in a situation that spiraled out of my control. 

All I wanted was to figure out who had done this and why, but for now, I was left with the bitter reality of facing the consequences of my actions.

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - FINAL

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after everything that happened, yoongi can't keep this a secret to himself. you deserved to know, little did you know he has a special suprise for you.

word count:1k+ words

warnings/contents : dirty talking, slutty lingerie, yoongi LOVES YOUR BOOBS, oral (m recieving), big c yoongi, praising, yeahh

songs : right side of my neck, the part and after the party, die for you, pied piper.

Yoongi's POV

It's been four years since I managed to get Jungkook and his wife thrown in jail. 

Four years of keeping this secret from Y/N.

 Every time I look at her, the weight of what I'm hiding grows heavier. I know she deserves to know—she has the right to know that justice was served, that those who hurt her paid the price.

 But how do you bring up something like that? How do you tell the person you love that you went behind their back to make sure the people who hurt them were punished?

I've been waiting for the right time, but maybe there's never a perfect moment for something like this.

 The thought of telling her, seeing the shock and pain on her face, has kept me silent for too long. But now... now I feel like I can't wait any longer.

As I sit on the couch, trying to distract myself with mindless TV, an idea suddenly comes to me. A way to tell her that doesn't feel like dropping a bomb on our lives. It's not perfect, but it's better than this gnawing silence.

"Heyyy, babyy! I missed youuu, hm," Y/N's voice rings out as she bursts through the door. She doesn't even pause before she's in my arms, wrapping herself around me like a warm blanket. I hug her back tightly, lifting her chin so I can see her face. There's something about the way her eyes light up when she sees me that makes everything else fade away. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers in a gentle kiss. "I missed you more," I whisper against her lips.

We pull back slightly, just enough to look at each other, but I don't let go. My hand stays on her waist, grounding us both in the moment. She looks up at me with that curious glint in her eyes—the one that always makes me think she's up to something.

"Hey, babe," she starts, her voice soft but teasing. "My friend Joonie told me that Jungkook and his wife went to jail four years ago?" She pauses, watching my reaction closely. There's a slight smile on her lips, as if she finds the whole thing bizarre.

Relief floods through me, but I keep my expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away. "Mhm?" I hum, encouraging her to continue.

She tilts her head, that small smile still playing on her lips. "Crazy, right? I didn't even know that. Do you know why he got into jail?"

I force myself to shrug casually, keeping my tone light. "I've heard some things, but I don't know the full story," I lie, letting her take the lead in the conversation. My heart pounds in my chest, but I keep my face relaxed, waiting to see where she takes this.

She nods, her expression thoughtful. "I guess it's for the best, though," she says quietly. "After everything... it feels like some sort of closure, you know?"

I nod along, my throat tightening at her words. I want so badly to tell her the truth, to show her that I was the one who made sure justice was served. But I bite my tongue, knowing it's not the right moment yet. Not here, not now.

As the conversation shifts to other topics, I can't help but feel the tension ease a little. We talk about our plans for the evening, and before I know it, Y/N is inviting me to watch horror movies with her later that night. I agree, relieved that she doesn't seem to suspect anything.

Weeks pass, and Halloween is just around the corner. Y/N's been talking about it for days, excited to spend the holiday with her family. She loves Halloween—everything from the spooky decorations to the scary movies, it's like she's a kid again. I decide to surprise her, booking us a Halloween vacation with her family.

The night before we leave, I take her to get her nails done, making sure everything is perfect. I want this trip to be special, not just because it's Halloween, but because I know what's coming. I've been planning this for weeks, and now it's finally time.

We arrive at the vacation spot—a cozy cabin decorated for Halloween—and Y/N is absolutely in love with it. The place is decked out with all the classic decorations: carved pumpkins, cobwebs, and a few strategically placed skeletons. It's perfect.

As we settle into our room, I turn to her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Hey, I have a present for you," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. She looks up at me, surprised but intrigued.

"A present? What's the occasion?" she asks with a grin.

"You'll see," I say, my tone teasing. But then I take a deep breath, my expression growing serious. "But before I give it to you, you have to promise me one thing."

She looks at me curiously, her head tilting to the side. "What's that?"

"You have to promise me you won't be mad," I say, my voice soft but firm.

Her brows furrow in confusion, but she nods slowly. "Okay... I promise."

I walk over to my bag, pulling out a folder that I've kept hidden for four years. My hands tremble slightly as I hand it to her, my heart in my throat. "This is for you. Everything you need to know. Just... take your time with it."

She takes the folder from me, her expression shifting from curiosity to something more serious. She opens it slowly, her eyes scanning the contents. As she reads, I see the color drain from her face, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

"Yoongi... what is this?" she whispers, her voice shaking.

"It's everything," I say quietly. "Everything that happened. the reports and the justice that was served. I... I made sure they paid for what they did to you. I couldn't let them get away with it."

Tears well up in her eyes as she continues to read, her hands trembling. "You... you did this? For me?"

I nod, my heart breaking as I see the pain and disbelief on her face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just... I wanted to protect you. I wanted to make sure you were okay before I brought all this up."

She looks up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Yoongi... I... I can't believe you did this. I thought..."

I move closer, wrapping my arms around her as she breaks down in my arms. "You don't have to live with it anymore," I whisper into her hair. "You're free now, Y/N. You're safe."

We stay like that for a long time, holding each other as she cries. I can feel the weight of the past four years finally lifting off her shoulders, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Later that evening

after she's had time to process everything, I ask her to come downstairs with me. She's still a bit shaky, her emotions raw, but she nods and follows me.

When we get downstairs, she gasps in surprise. The room is decorated in a soft, romantic purple theme—her favorite color. There are fairy lights strung up everywhere, casting a warm, magical glow over the room. In the center, there's a small table with candles and flowers, and in the background, our favorite song is playing softly.

"Yoongi... what is this?" she asks, her voice filled with awe.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "This... this is the second part of your gift," I say, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. I drop down on one knee, holding the box out to her. "Y/N, these past few years with you have been the happiest of my life. You've brought me more joy than I ever thought possible, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you've made me."

I open the box, revealing the ring inside..an elegant design that I know she'll love. "Will you marry me, Y/N?"

Her hands fly to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and happiness. Tears well up in her eyes again, but this time they're tears of joy. She nods, a sob escaping her lips as she whispers, "Yes... yes, Yoongi, I'll marry you."

I slip the ring onto her finger, and she pulls me up into a tight hug, burying her face in my chest as she cries happy tears. I hold her close, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

As we stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, I know that this is just the beginning of our forever. 

later

we then get to our room as i slowly put her on the bed. "baby i love you so much" she said wrapping her arms around my neck, showering me with kisses. "you've been a good boy" she then says as her hands makes its way from my neck to my lips, her thumb caressing my bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine. 

"mhm?" i hummed "i think for everything you've done for me all these years...you need a reward" she gives me a seductive smile. "i think i do" i replied to her. 

my lips then brushed against hers. our kiss becoming more and more intimate, her hands makes its way to unbutton my pants. "impatient much?" i chuckled "mhm so what if i am?" she says. i then pull up her grey silky dress up, revealing her purple lacy panties. 

soaking wet. 

"may i?" i asked her, making sure i have her consent. "ofcourse you can yoongi" she nods 

i then rubbed her clothed, soaking folds. "so wet?" i look at her making eye contact as the more i rubbed the more she releases her arousal. "please yoongi" i then finally take off her dress revealing her bra. 

her lacy purple bra with a tied bow that i needed to untie in order to take it off. "like it? it's your reward baby" she says, smirking at me, her fingers drawing patterns on my arm. "costume made?" i ask as she hummed. 

"best present ever" i murmurred as i gently untie her bra, taking my time to be gentle as much as i can. 

the bra fell revealing her bare breast. i then starts circling my tounge all over her nipple as she lets out whiny noises. 

she then stops me and orders me to sit down, my back resting on the headboard. 

"okay princess. whatever you want" i follow her order and do what she told me to do.

she then lays on her stomach, unzipping my zipper and pulls down my pants along with my underwear. 

she took her hands and teasingly started stroking it "mhm?" she says as she fastens her pace. i rocked my head back from her touch "fuck y/n" i grunt as she then starts putting it in her mouth.

normally with anyone of even my hand it would always take me so long for me to come but with y/n fuck. just her and that slutty lingere can already make me come. 

i felt my orgasm starts getting close "fuck y-y/n...i-i-i'm c-close" i stuttered from all the pleasure i've felt. "can i come??" i asked her, panting. sweat dripping over me. 

as soon as i saw her nod i then finally release my come. she took her mouth away taking my cock to her face as i release my cum on her face. 

she then gives the tip of my cock a kiss before going to me. 

i cupped her face "fuck. you're so beautifull" i praised her, taking my white release from her face to her breast. 

we then switched places. she was now under me.

"can i?" i asked again as my tip brushes her entrance. "mhm" she nods. i then put my cock in, giving her time to stretch herself and adjust to my size. "tell me when i can move" i tell her. "you can m-move now" she replies. i then start to thrust into her, my hands cupping her boobs. 

"f-fuck.. you drive me so crazy y/n" i grunt as i fasten my pace. i then took my hand from her boob to her clit, circling it making her body arch from the pleasure. "a-ahh yoongi!" she screams "like it??" i asks her "m-mhm" she moans. "words baby. words" i said lifting her chin "yes! yes.. please" she replies to me, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure. 

"i'm cumming" she says "me too" i reply. "c-cum in me yoongi. please" she begs me. 

i then finally felt my orgasm again as i finally release into her, covering up her walls into white as our cum mixes together.

i then pull out and gets a wet wipe from the bedside to wipe the mess i made with her, giving her aftercare. "you tired?" i ask her as she gasps for air. "no. care for a round 2?" she fires back making me chuckle "such a dirty girl"

few weeks later Yoongi's POV

The room was filled with soft laughter and the faint sound of wedding planning. Y/N and I were sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by swatches of fabric, invitations, and a laptop open to various wedding venues. It was one of those rare, quiet moments where everything felt perfect.

"Yoongi, what do you think of this color scheme?" Y/N asked, holding up a piece of paper with a mix of lavender and deep purple shades.

I leaned over, taking a closer look. "It's beautiful. It'll look amazing with the decorations we talked about."

Y/N smiled, clearly pleased. "I think so too. And what about the invitations? Do you like this design?"

She showed me a mock-up of our wedding invitation, with elegant script and floral accents. I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. "It's perfect. I think it's exactly what we want."

As we continued discussing details, an idea struck me. I reached for the stack of invitations and picked one up.

I took out one of the invitations and carefully addressed it to Jungkook. After sealing it in an envelope, I set it aside to be mailed

which fic should i oublish or update?

expect the unexpected - myg - os

pairings : idol! myg x bartender! reader

sypnosis: meeting an idol at a bar as a bartender? Especially the fact that it was your favourite idol, was definitely was not in your expectations, knowing well the media is all around you both.

word count: 5k+

contents/warnings: smut, ykyk, idol x fan, s2l, fast burn or whatever u call it, unprotected sxx, public media hate?, full of suprises, pwp, oral(fem recieving), slight tit play,

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The pounding bass of the club reverberated through my chest as I worked my way behind the bar, pouring drinks with precision and a smile, despite how tired I was feeling. The club was packed tonight, bodies swaying under neon lights, laughter and chatter mixing with the pulsing music. It was another typical Friday night, one where I’d usually lose myself in the rhythm of the job, letting the hustle and bustle distract me from anything going on in my personal life.

But tonight, something felt different. There was an odd tension in the air, or maybe it was just my own nerves after hearing earlier in the day that there was going to be a high-profile guest at the club. I didn’t know who it would be, but the manager had warned us to be on our best behavior. I usually was, but the anticipation had been gnawing at me all evening, especially as the hours ticked closer to closing time.

I wiped down the counter for the hundredth time that night, glancing at the crowd every now and then, hoping to spot the mystery guest. Maybe it would be someone cool, like an actor or a famous DJ. Little did I know, my whole world was about to shift in the next few minutes.

The door opened, and I noticed someone walk in, but it wasn’t just anyone. It was him.

Min Yoongi.

My heart skipped a beat, then pounded furiously in my chest. Oh my god, it’s really him. Min Yoongi, the man I’d admired for years, the genius behind so many of my favorite songs. His music had been my escape, my motivation, my comfort on so many days. And now, here he was, stepping into the very club where I worked. My hands were shaking just thinking about it.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, as I watched him casually approach the bar. His presence commanded the space, even though he moved with such a laid-back aura, his black leather jacket clinging to him effortlessly. He glanced around briefly before his eyes landed on me, and I froze, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

Stay calm, Y/N. You’re a professional. You can’t freak out right now.

"Good evening, sir. What can I get you?" I somehow managed to ask, though my voice came out shaky. My palms were sweating, and I was sure my face was flushed.

Yoongi’s gaze softened as a small smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Does the drink come with the bartender making it?" he joked, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I chuckled nervously, trying to play it off like I wasn’t completely losing it on the inside. "You’re very funny, sir," I replied, forcing a smile. Act normal, Y/N, act normal.

His eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than I expected, and I could feel my heart racing again. "What can you recommend?" he asked, leaning slightly on the counter, his eyes still locked on mine.

I was momentarily speechless, my brain scrambling to function. What was a good drink?

I bit my lip, trying to focus despite the intensity of his gaze. "Aperol Spritz," I blurted out, my voice still shaky. It was a safe choice, something light but classy. I was hoping he’d go for it.

"That sounds good," he said, giving me a warm, gummy smile that nearly melted me on the spot. His smile—it was even more beautiful in person than I’d ever imagined.

I quickly turned to grab the ingredients, my hands trembling slightly as I started mixing the drink. I could feel his eyes on me, and it was driving me insane. The way he leaned against the bar, so casual, so effortlessly cool—it was like a scene out of a movie, one I never thought I’d be part of.

As I focused on mixing the drink, I heard him speak again, his voice low and curious. "What time’s your shift end?"

My hand faltered for a moment, nearly spilling the Aperol. "Uh, 10 p.m.," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, though my heart was thudding in my chest. Why was he asking about my shift?

"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself, focusing on the drink to avoid looking directly at him.

"May I take you out?" His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I almost dropped the glass.

I choked on my own breath, coughing slightly in surprise. Did I just hear that right? My idol, the man whose music had shaped so much of my life, was asking to take me out? It felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t dare believe was happening.

"Sir—" I started to protest, my mind racing with confusion, excitement, and nerves all at once.

He cut me off, that same playful smirk still on his lips. "Just get my number then."

Before I could even react, he reached over and gently grabbed my wrist, pulling out a pen from his jacket. My breath hitched as I felt the warmth of his fingers on my skin. With a few quick strokes, he scribbled his number on my wrist.

"Call me. Please," he said, his voice softer now, more sincere. His eyes met mine again, and for a moment, everything else in the club disappeared. It was just me and him, locked in this surreal moment that I knew I would remember for the rest of my life.

I blinked, still trying to process everything as I finished making his drink and handed it to him. He took it with that same easy confidence, his fingers brushing against mine briefly before he lifted the glass to his lips.

The way he drank the Aperol Spritz—quickly, effortlessly, like it was water—was somehow the hottest thing I had ever seen. My eyes were glued to him, watching as he downed the drink with a casual grace that left me even more flustered than before.

When he set the glass down, he gave me one last smile before standing up from the bar. I watched, completely starstruck, as he slowly made his way out of the club, disappearing into the night like some kind of ethereal being.

For a few seconds, I just stood there, still clutching the bar counter, my mind reeling from what had just happened. My idol—Min Yoongi—had not only spoken to me, but he had given me his number.

Holy cow.

It felt too good to be true. I glanced down at my wrist, at the messy numbers scrawled there, and my heart skipped another beat. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

I was still buzzing with excitement and disbelief as I continued working, but my mind kept drifting back to Yoongi, to the way he had looked at me, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand on mine. The rest of my shift flew by in a blur, and when 10 p.m. finally rolled around, I couldn’t get out of the club fast enough.

As soon as I was out the door, I pulled out my phone, staring at the numbers on my wrist. My fingers hovered over the keypad, nerves bubbling up inside of me. Should I really call him? What if this was all a joke, or worse, what if he didn’t even remember me?

But then I thought about the way he had smiled at me, the way his eyes had lingered just a little too long. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a dream.

Taking a deep breath, I finally dialed the number. The phone rang once, twice, three times, before a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?"

My heart leaped into my throat, and for a second, I couldn’t find my voice. "Uh, hi... it’s Y/N. From the club."

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then I heard his soft chuckle. "Ah, the bartender. I’m glad you called."

I bit my lip, trying to hide my giddiness. "Yeah, well, you kind of gave me no choice," I teased lightly.

"Fair enough," he replied, amusement in his voice. "So, what do you say? Still up for going out?"

I glanced around, my nerves suddenly replaced with excitement. "Yeah, I think I am."

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains as I sat at my vanity, carefully applying the finishing touches to my makeup. I was feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness; today wasn’t just any day—it was my first real date with Min Yoongi after i literally spent the whole night talking to him. The Yoongi. My heart raced at the thought of spending time with him outside of the club, just the two of us, with no distractions.

I had barely finished putting on my lipstick when my phone rang, causing me to jump slightly. I grabbed it quickly, seeing his name flash on the screen.

"Hey," his deep voice flowed through the line, smooth and warm. "I'll pick you up. Send me your address, pretty."

I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. Pretty. He called me that so casually, yet it made my heart skip a beat every time. I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice betrayed me with a soft chuckle. "Oh, okay," I replied, fumbling as I typed out my address and sent it to him.

He responded with a simple "Got it. See you soon," and I hung up, staring at my reflection for a moment longer. Okay, Y/N. You’ve got this. Just be yourself.

I opted for something casual but cute—an airy summer dress that I felt confident in, paired with my favorite sandals. I didn’t want to overdo it, but at the same time, I wanted to look good. After all, this wasn’t just any date. This was a date with Yoongi.

As I finished getting ready, I heard a knock on the door. My heart leaped, and I quickly checked my reflection one last time before rushing over to open it. The moment I pulled the door open, there he was.

Yoongi stood there, dressed in a simple yet effortlessly stylish outfit—a white button-down shirt, slightly rolled up at the sleeves, paired with black slacks. His black hair fell softly over his forehead, and his eyes twinkled with amusement as he took in my appearance.

For a brief moment, he didn’t say anything, just looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. My face flushed under his gaze, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

"You look..." He paused, his lips curving into a small smile as he ran a hand through his hair. "So damn pretty."

His words made my heart flutter, and I laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thanks," I murmured, trying to play it cool, though inside I was melting.

He extended his hand toward me. "Shall we?"

I took his hand, his fingers warm against mine as he led me out of my apartment. As we walked to his car, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him, still in awe of the fact that this was really happening. Yoongi—the man whose music I had adored for years—was holding my hand, and we were about to go on a date. It felt like a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from.

Once we reached his car, Yoongi opened the passenger door for me, his actions gentlemanly and smooth. I slid in, my nerves settling slightly as I buckled my seatbelt and watched him move to the driver’s side. He got in and started the car, and soon enough, we were on our way.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, curious.

He glanced at me briefly, his smile returning. "It’s a surprise," he said cryptically, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he spoke.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A surprise, huh?"

"You’ll like it, I promise," he added, giving me a reassuring look. I trusted him, though I couldn’t deny that the mystery only added to the excitement bubbling in my chest.

As we drove, the conversation flowed easily between us. Yoongi was surprisingly easy to talk to, despite his usually quiet and reserved demeanor. He asked me about my work, my hobbies, and what I liked to do for fun, and I found myself opening up to him in a way that felt natural and comfortable.

In return, he shared little snippets of his life, telling me funny stories about his friends and how much he loved producing music. He talked about his love for quiet places, the serenity of sitting by a river with a notebook, just writing. It was moments like these that made me realize just how thoughtful and introspective he was—a side of him that wasn’t always visible in public.

After about thirty minutes of driving, we pulled up to a secluded park just on the outskirts of the city. It was beautiful—quiet, with large trees providing shade and a lake glistening in the sunlight.

"Wow," I breathed as I stepped out of the car. The peacefulness of the place immediately put me at ease, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness behind Yoongi’s choice.

He came around the car, taking my hand once again as we walked toward the lake. "I figured we could have a picnic," he said, nodding toward a small basket he had in the backseat.

My heart swelled at the idea. "A picnic? Aren't you scared we might caught by the media?" I grinned, looking up at him.

His ears turned a slight shade of pink, and he shrugged. "i don't really care about what the media says. i'm a human aswell"

I squeezed his hand gently, touched by the gesture. "well then, i love it"

We found a perfect spot under a large tree, the shade providing a cool relief from the warm sun. Yoongi laid out a blanket, and soon we were sitting together, the gentle breeze carrying the soft sounds of nature around us.

He opened the picnic basket, revealing an array of snacks—fruit, sandwiches, even a small bottle of wine. It was simple but thoughtful, and I couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky to be here with him.

As we ate, we continued talking, sharing more stories and laughing over silly things. At one point, Yoongi picked up a strawberry and held it out to me. "Here," he said, his eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle.

I giggled, leaning forward to take a bite, but at the last second, he pulled the strawberry away, smirking. "Too slow."

I playfully glared at him, crossing my arms. "Not fair," I pouted.

He chuckled, and after a moment, he held the strawberry out again, this time letting me take a bite. The sweet taste of the fruit was nothing compared to the warmth that spread through me from his teasing smile.

Time seemed to pass effortlessly as we lounged together, enjoying the serenity of the park. At one point, Yoongi leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes as he soaked in the peaceful atmosphere. I took the opportunity to study him, admiring the way the sunlight filtered through the branches above, casting a soft glow on his face.

He looked so at peace, so content. And it made me feel the same.

After a while, he opened his eyes, catching me staring. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

"You’re beautiful, you know that?" he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I felt my cheeks flush, my heart doing a little flip at his words. "You’re not so bad yourself," I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment with a playful smile.

He chuckled softly, but the way his eyes lingered on mine told me that he meant what he said.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the park, Yoongi stood up, offering me his hand. "Come on," he said, his voice soft but insistent.

I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. We walked along the edge of the lake, the water reflecting the fading sunlight in a way that made everything feel almost magical. The world around us seemed to quiet down, the only sounds being the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and the occasional chirp of a bird in the distance.

At one point, Yoongi stopped walking, turning to face me. His expression had softened, a look of quiet contemplation on his face.

"I’m really glad you agreed to come out with me today," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant.

I looked up at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. "I’m glad you asked me," I replied, my voice just as soft.

For a moment, we just stood there, the world around us fading into the background. It was just me and him, standing by the water, sharing a moment that felt almost too perfect to be real.

And then, without saying a word, Yoongi gently pulled me closer, his hand cupping my cheek as he leaned in. My heart raced, my breath hitching as his lips brushed against mine in the softest, sweetest kiss.

It was slow, tender, and filled with a warmth that spread through my entire body, leaving me breathless.

When we finally pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, both of us breathing softly in the quiet evening air.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but I could hear the emotion behind it.

I smiled, my heart swelling with a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time. "For what?"

"For being here. For giving me a chance," he replied, his eyes soft and sincere.

I reached up, gently brushing my fingers through his hair. "You’re worth it," I whispered back.

It had been a whirlwind of a week since Yoongi and I started going on dates regularly. We’d been keeping things low-key, not caring too much about what the media might say. It was blissful—no pressure, no complications, just us. Every date felt like a slice of heaven, whether we were sneaking out for late-night drives or staying in to watch movies on the couch. Yoongi had a way of making everything feel easy, and for a while, I let myself believe that this little bubble we created could last forever.

But nothing ever stays hidden for long, especially when you're dating one of the most famous people in the world.

I was lying on my bed, doing my skincare routine with a sheet mask on, absentmindedly scrolling through my phone. I wasn’t expecting to find anything upsetting. In fact, I was enjoying the downtime, a rare moment to myself. That was until I stumbled upon an article that instantly made my heart sink.

"Min Yoongi of BTS, spotted at a bar months ago, writing his number on a bartender's wrist."

I froze. My fingers hovered over the screen as I read the article in shock. The photo attached was blurry, but it was definitely me. I recognized the scene instantly—the night Yoongi had come to the club where I worked and had asked for my number. I remember being so shocked and flustered, and now the world had access to that private moment.

My heart pounded in my chest as I scrolled down, reading article after article, each one with more intrusive headlines. My stomach twisted in knots as I clicked on the comments section of one post.

"I found her IG!" "Is this the bartender?" "She’s dating Yoongi? How dare she!" "She’s not even that pretty."

Each comment was worse than the last. The hate spilled across the screen, words laced with venom from people who didn’t even know me, yet somehow felt entitled to tear me apart. My hands started shaking, and my eyes stung as I continued to read.

Suddenly, the door to my bedroom opened, and Yoongi walked in. He looked relaxed, his usual calm self, but that all changed the moment he saw me. I was still lying on the bed, mask on, my phone gripped tightly in my hand. He crossed the room in a few strides, his expression instantly softening with concern as he approached.

"Y/N, you okay?" he asked, his deep voice low and soothing.

I didn’t answer him right away. Instead, I kept scrolling, my heart sinking further with each hateful comment. I felt the bed dip as Yoongi sat down beside me. He leaned over, glancing at my phone. The moment he saw what I was looking at, his expression darkened.

“Baby, don’t listen to them,” he said softly, reaching for my hand, but I pulled it away, still glued to the screen. I felt numb, my mind racing with thoughts about how much this could affect Yoongi’s life. The last thing I wanted was for my presence in his life to cause problems for him. I’d seen what rabid fans could do, how cruel the internet could be.

"She’s using him for clout." "Yoongi deserves better than her." "She’s just a nobody. How did she get his attention?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look anymore. My body trembled, and I let out a shaky breath.

"Y/N," Yoongi's voice was firmer now, but still gentle. He reached out again, taking the phone from my hands this time. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. He set it aside, his body shifting as he leaned over me, his arms wrapping around me tightly, pulling me into his embrace. His warmth was familiar and comforting, but I was too upset to melt into him like I usually would.

"Yoongi, I…" I struggled to find the words. "I don’t want to ruin your reputation."

He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, his arms still holding me close. “Baby, listen to me. This doesn’t change anything. I don’t care about what those people say.”

I opened my eyes, tears welling up as I looked up at him. "But what if they don’t stop, Yoongi? They’re already finding my social media, my pictures… It’s only going to get worse."

Yoongi gently brushed the hair away from my face, his eyes locking with mine. “I don’t care about them, Y/N. I care about you. They don’t know us, they don’t know you. And honestly, if they can’t accept that I’m dating someone, that’s on them. Not you.”

He leaned down, smashing his lips against mine, the kiss filled with urgency and a need to comfort me. My body responded instantly, my heart aching as I kissed him back, my hands gripping onto his shirt. His lips were soft, but the kiss was passionate, filled with emotion. He pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting against mine.

"Y/N, I love you. I love you, not what the media says, not what the fans think. You’re the one I want, the one I’ve chosen," he muttered between small kisses, his lips grazing mine as he spoke.

I let out a shaky breath, my heart racing, but I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “Yoongi… I love you too. But I’m scared. I don’t want this to ruin everything you’ve worked for. I don’t want to be the reason you lose your fans.”

His eyes softened, and he brushed away the tears that had escaped down my cheeks. "You’re not ruining anything, okay? If people can’t handle the fact that I’m happy with you, then that’s their problem, not yours." He kissed me again, slower this time, his hands cupping my face gently. "Please don’t leave because of this. I need you."

His words sent a wave of warmth through me, but the doubt still lingered. I pulled away slightly, biting my lip. “But what if it gets worse? What if the media digs into my past, or my family? What if it becomes too much for you?”

Yoongi let out a small sigh, his fingers trailing softly along my jawline. “I’ve been dealing with the media for years, Y/N. They always find something to talk about, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll protect you from all of that, I promise.” He paused, searching my eyes for a moment before continuing. “we need a fandom cleanse anyway.”

I looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the sincerity in his gaze. This wasn’t just about protecting his reputation—he truly cared about me, about us. And in that moment, I realized that no matter how much hate or negativity came our way, Yoongi and I had something real, something that wasn’t going to be torn apart by strangers on the internet.

“I trust you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I really do.”

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time since I saw that article, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Yoongi wasn’t just saying empty words—he meant it. And I knew that no matter how tough things got, we’d find a way to navigate through it together.

We lay there for a while, tangled up in each other, the world outside fading away as I found comfort in his arms. He held me close, his steady heartbeat calming the storm inside me. Eventually, the anxiety that had been gnawing at me began to fade, replaced by a quiet resolve.

Yoongi kissed my forehead, his voice soft as he spoke. “Let’s just focus on us, okay? Don’t let those people get into your head. I love you, and that’s all that matters.”

I nodded, snuggling closer to him. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of warm, electrifying kisses as he pressed closer, his body hovering over mine. I could feel his breath against my skin, each kiss making me shiver with anticipation. His hands roamed over my body, soft but firm, as if he was memorizing every curve. I let out a soft whimper, my head tilting back to give him more access, and he took the invitation eagerly, his lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Yoongi…" I whined, my voice barely a whisper, breathless from the way his mouth moved against my skin. His name slipped past my lips, a plea hidden in the sound, and I felt him smirk against my neck.

“Hm?” he hummed, his voice vibrating against me, sending a jolt through my body. He moved to my ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe before pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. “What do you need, baby?” His voice was low, teasing, but I could see the dark hunger in his gaze.

I bit my lip, feeling the heat build up inside me, my heart pounding in my chest. "Need you…" I moaned lowly, my body arching beneath his as I tugged on his shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel him closer.

He groaned softly, his lips grazing mine before he kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue slipping past my lips in a slow, deliberate dance. The intensity made my head spin, and I could feel my body reacting to him, craving him.

Reaching for my phone, I unlocked it with shaky fingers and quickly scrolled through my playlist until I found the perfect song to match the mood—“Pretty When You Cry” by Lana Del Rey. As soon as the haunting melody filled the room, I dropped the phone to the side, letting the music set the atmosphere.

Yoongi’s eyes flicked to the phone, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the song played. “Good choice,” he whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and desire. He kissed me again, this time rougher, more intense, like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

The music filled the room, the sensual beats of Lana’s voice blending with the sounds of our breathless kisses and the soft moans escaping my lips. 

"i love you so much y/n. from the moment i saw you i already loved you" he says in between the kisses. "may i?" he asks me and without hesitation i nod. nothing will be ever hotter than a man asking for consent. making sure i'm comfortable and alright with what he's doing.

 he slowly goes down to my lower part. sliding down my shorts, revealing my damped panty with a wet patch on it "so wet. all for me? hm?" he coos, rubbing circles on my clothed clit, my back arching just from his touch. "already? i'm not even doing anythig yet baby" he says chuckling. his teeth then bites on the hem of my panty, sliding it down to get full access of my cunt. "are you ready? we can stop if you want" he assures me "fuck no..keep going yoongs" i reply to him, shaky voice. 

his tounge then starts to circle my clit, making my eyes roll back. him, smiling at the lewd noises i make, enjoying this. my hands makes it's way to his hair, tugging it. his tounge then starts to do it's magic. "fuck yoongs! they were right! your tounge technology is insane" i whimper, broken words, unable to speak fully with all the pleasure he's been giving me. "i-im coming!" i mewl, tightening my grip on his hair "yes baby, cum on my face yeah?" he says in between. i then couldn't take it anymore.

i felt my orgasm nearing, releasing white liquids on his face. he then faces to me, fuck he is so hot. especially with my liquids on his face. i then take off my shirt revealing my naked breast, i then cup his face, smashing my lips onto him, mixed with lust and love. "yoongs need you..fuck me please" i whimpered onto him, making him give me a smirk. he then starts to unbuckle his belt, sliding down his pants, revealing his erected cock, leaking with pre cum. "i'm clean, on birth control" i said "great" he replies, diving back onto the kiss. 

his hands makes it's way to my breast, playing with my nipples as i feel his tip enter me "fuck, you're so tight" he grunts in between the kiss "you're mine, alright?" he says, deep voice, making me absolutely crazy. "fuck...yes i am" i reply, whimpering. "good girl" he chuckles, as our body releases wet noises and the bed creaking rhythmically in every thrust he makes. "yoongs..i'm close" i breathly said, not even a whisper nor a whimper anymore. "come with me baby yeah? cum for me" he says, biting his lips, looking at me. 

"open your eyes. i want you to see who's making you cum" i then try my best in keeping my eyes open. i then felt my orgasm nearing, releasing my liquids once again. "baby wait for me, i'm almost there" he howls, "fuck, want me to cum inside you? hm? you'd like that don't you??" he says, while leaving a chuckle. "min yoongi!" i scream as i felt his release inside me, filling me to the brim, our liquids mixing with each other. 

assurance sex is fucking great.

he then falls on top of me giving me a peck on my cheek "i love you, will you be my girlfriend?" he says revealing his gummy smile "yes i will" i give him a smile back, happily knowing i have him as mine, and me as his.

You and Jungkook are so cute 🥰 have you ever thought about mateing or is it to early for that?

Aw thank you!

Mmm mating~ Jungkookie have talked about it a lot. We've been waiting for his heat, but it's finally here. I can't wait to give Kookie my mating bite, my wolf is practically yipping with how happy I am that it's finally time

I feel like we've been waiting for so long😩