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blood runs pure (m) :: pjm

➻ written in collaboration with @fitaelity
➻ female reader x jimin
➻ harry potter!au + death eater/pureblood/slytherin!jimin + half-blood/gryffindor!reader + enemies to lovers
➻ genres: minor fluff, tons of angst, minor smut, romance
➻ length & status: 28k words ; complete
➻ rating & warnings: 18+; brief mentions of death, violence (there’s dueling/fighting/killing scenes), torture (Cruciatus Curse; in one scene: chains/starvation/captivity/etc.), smut (steamy kisses, cunnilingus/light nipple play/fingering/multiple orgasms/penetrative sex)
➻ summary: The 2nd Wizarding War was underfoot, with you and Jimin falling on opposite sides. This however, was not enough to stop the two of you from falling in love with each other over the course of your final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. AKA this is a story of Jimin’s transition from the Death Eater’s perfect Pureblood poster child to the more redeemable man that you fell in love with.
➻ disclaimer: This used to be up on @taestro as Opia but has been renamed and rewritten, extensively, since then by both @fitaelity and @opaljm. Also, I’m pretty sure we never made Jimin use the word “mudblood” but I’m sorry in advance for any of you who might get offended by the toxic and discriminatory behavior that Jimin sometimes exudes, but please keep in mind that this is a redemption story that is meant to follow and explore the growth of Jimin’s character and that he ultimately does realize the wrongs of that kind of behavior. um this was too long to edit rip, so we didn’t yolo.
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notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.
warnings: smut (oral: m receiving. unprotected sex, brief cumplay)
genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au
wordcount: 10.4k
tagging: @underthejoon @misosoup-forthesoul
part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x
jungkook knows from the second he heard seulgi’s steps marching to the front door that he should have just sat back and waited for your reply before coming over. but he has a busy afternoon and somewhere to be in less than an hour, and it’s much too late to scarper because seulgi yanks the door open before he can twist on his heels. her hair is up in a pile on top of her head with a huge sweatshirt coming down to her knees but jungkook has never been more terrified. seulgi watches him so carefully he swears she can see the beads of sweat forming on his temple. “seulgi noona! good morning,” no response. “um…how are you?”
seulgi taps her foot. “you want to know how i am after you finished all the fruit loops and left your dirty underwear on my bathroom floor?” even though he’s a head taller than her, jungkook still scurries to obey when she points him into the flat. “how do you think i am, jungkook? because i feel like i’m a single mother to a messy, inconsiderate weasel who doesn’t know how to put the toilet seat down!”
“um…sorry?” jungkook offers timidly, hoping his cute grin will lessen his sentence. it usually works on his hyungs and hookups. “i’ll replace the fruit loops, i promise. and i’ll work on the toilet thing!”
just when he thinks he’s in the clear and tries to step passed her, seulgi grabs jungkook by the ear and yanks him back to make him shriek. “fuck yeah you’ll work on it! you also have to work on not using my limited edition apple-scented conditioner that i’ve been saving up for since before you were born!”
“you’re only three years older than me!”
she pulls harder. “what was that?”
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