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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Bangtan, bts Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jeon Jungkook & Original Character(s), Jeon Jungkook & Original Female Character(s), Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character(s), Jeon Jungkook/Original Character(s) Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Original Female Character(s), Jeon Jungkook's Family, Jeon Jungkook (BTS), jungkook, Other Bangtan Boys | BTS Member(s), Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble Additional Tags: Romantic Soulmates, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angels and Demons, Dom Jeon Jungkook, Soft Jeon Jungkook, Mentions of Cancer, Angels of Death, Angels, mention of demons, Mischievous Jungkook, Loss of Virginity, lots of teasing, Declarations Of Love, Soul Bond, Birthmark soulmark, Song: Euphoria (BTS), Euphoria, Bucket List, bucket list smut, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Guardian Angels, Making Love, Fucking on a desk!, Spirit World, Spirits, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, True Love, Falling In Love, Terminal Illnesses, Upsetting Scenes, Sad and Happy, Love at First Sight, Bangtan Boys | BTS are Not Idols, Bangtan Boys | BTS Are Whipped, Angel of Fate, angel of love, Angel of happiness, Angel of mayhem, Angel of inspiration, Fate & Destiny, Fate, fated, Daddy Kink, Kinks Mentioned, Degradation, Praise Kink Summary:

These two souls were meant for each other, fated even but the course of love never runs smoothly. These two precious soulmates are more perfect for each other than even they realise, the strongest most perfect match. They have a powerful presence on their side who strives to save their souls and make sure that they fall in love. The only thing is, they never got to bond or connect together and now time is now running out. With the help of Angels they will surely succeed and fall in love, right . . .

Tried posting this on here and it’s giving me a headache! So I put it on my Ao3 account instead 💜 

But it’s on my Wattpad too my Id is @Bangtans_momma there!  https://www.wattpad.com/1332062576?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=Bangtans_momma&wp_originator=VlBRSVpdPmznFlPpvMiPAZ4HRSmPJK9eusf80ATVgOsqleAL5OfFlIUrqK3MPHx7gwqq%2BwFYbI7JHFFdLJsTmDHvEoiLlYtUWQ3PSdsaj1tskSOClyKMKZu7MFuZbToK

It’s a very long one shot 16k words, it might be what was giving me a nightmare as I had to add all the warnings and ratings etc too!  This is my first published work, and I’m quite proud of myself as I was procrastinating so bad due to my stupid mental health.

But I finally thought . . What am I so worried about!  so here it is, hope you like it ❤︎︎

And I promised @hobistyles​ I would post it 💜 so here it is, I will post here if I can figure out how to post it! 

A Jungkook imagine

Hugging jungkook is refreshing and he smells sweet,warm and nice. Every one of those words suprise you cause you've never been one to long for warmth or sweetness. But judging by the fact that you're eyes are tearing up happy tears as you're arms tighten around said boy you must have been starved for all those things that are soo jungkook. Jungkook is a nice hugger, in the back of your mind you wonder if it's by practice or purely a soft instinct that only Jungkook is capable of having. But when he gently squeezes you in reassurence when your body starts shaking, all thoughts are forgotten, except the truth. Jungkook is nice, Jungkook is not that 'I have two pencils so you can have one' nice but the 'I have only one pencil but it's fine, you can have it' kind of nice. You realise that's why you've wished to protect him ever since he was five and wailed cause the bruise you sported on your arm was terrifying and after all his tears had dried he hugged your 6 year old self murmuring " Huggies make pain go away". Now you realise 5 year old Jungkook was really knowledable and spoke true facts, for you feel your insides feel warm, tingly along with a sense of weightlessness and yes your pain had gone away.

‘heaven is a place on earth with u tell me all things u wanna do’

these are the types of fics I LIVE for 😭 excellent writing (as usual) and perfect sorry telling 💯💯💯 this fic is simply

Heart of the Storm

Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6200

Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism 

Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx​ @ppersonna​ and @taetaewonderland​  • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah​ whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu​  • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most..

This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?

You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here…

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood. 

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed. 

Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought…

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

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