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like crazy | j.j.k [one shot]

summary: you meet who you think is the love of your life on the dancefloor, but are you ready to put down your walls and let him in?

word count: 4.5k

non-idol!jungkook x oc / romance, angst, smut

smut warning! minors do not interact / not completely proofread

a/n: first time writing smut, pls ignore how shitty it is lmfaooo

"i think we could last forever"

"i'm afraid that everything will disappear"

"just trust me."

~

it's july, the air is hot and nightfall is an atmosphere to be lost in. the lights of open bars brightening the streets of young people, too engulfed in their own whirlwind to care about anything else. you are one of those people. the strobe lights cast an ethereal glow onto your sun-kissed skin, your eyes bright with the promise of a good time.

you have a love/hate relationship with summer, the heat is sticky but the atmosphere amongst people is inviting. you move your body with the music, letting the bass of the speakers control your swift movements. your hair blissfully streaks down your back, moving gracefully with each movement you make.

from across the room, a set of eyes catch your moving figure and they are captivated. truly astounded by how someone so carefree and beautiful could exist in a universe like ours. you stride over to the bar, ordering your go-to drink with a polite smile. sweat beads down your forehead making your hair stick to your body.

a quick sip of your drink refreshes your chest and you sigh in relief, an unrecognisable figure makes himself comfortable next to you. your turn to be captivated. the man has a face that must have been sculpted by aphrodite herself, his body one made by zeus. the gods took their time with this one, you think.

"sorry, I saw you dancing and now I'm here I can't even speak," the man apologises, earning a smile and light giggle from you. he looks at you in a way you only dreamed someone would look at you, its both frightening and knee-buckling.

"that's okay" you reply with a soft smile. "jungkook" he holds his hand out to you politely, you shake his hand gently, "y/n." jungkook's smile reaches his eyes as your name echoes from his lips, testing it on his tongue.

"come here often?" you ask, your gaze locked with his as you both mentally figure each other out. he shakes his head, furrowed brows. "what about you?" jungkook says curiously, you nod. truth is, you like the party life. no responsibility, free to get lost in the lights and greet whatever adventure awaits the weekend. this time, it's him.

"are you here alone?" you ask with a soft tone, sipping your drink. "no, i came with my friends," jungkook nods to a table of young men, all of them looking swept up in the cozy element of youth.

"and you ditched them for me? how sweet," you remark playfully, a light chuckle vibrates in jungkook's chest. beautiful, carefree, kind and sassy? you're everything. now he's hooked.

oh no, he's hooked. jungkook smiles, the smile reaches his eyes and you swear you see galaxies in them.

"an angel graced this very building, of course i had to come and meet her," the line falls smoothly from his lips and you laugh lightly, savouring the taste of his flirtation.

"smooth" you remark. you take a long sip of your drink, the liquid blushing your cheeks as the alcohol streams into your blood. "you're so beautiful," jungkook murmurs, you smile and set your glass down. "says you, don't think i've ever seen a man as handsome as you around here before" you speak confidently, he nods along with a flirtatious smirk.

every word that falls from your lips sinks into his brain, his eyes watching your mouth move. your voice is like the song of a siren and he is drawn in. "wanna dance with me?" you hold out your hand for him to take and he does, with zero hesitation. off to the dance floor, you get lost in the vibe of the music. bodies moving in sync with each other, on or off beat you don't care. you dance together to the beat of your own rhythm.

you feel a shift in the energy as you dance, his body pulsing closer to yours. your hands make their way to rest on the nape of his neck, his hands settle on the curve of your waist. the intimacy of his touch sends electricity through your bones, the way he pulls you closer with each step makes the desire in the air intense.

the lights fall over you both gracefully, flickering over your bodies in shades of blue, purple and red. unspoken words sit in the air and thats where they stay as your lips meet in a needy kiss, your bodies flush together and it feels like he's always meant to be there. the world goes blurry, everything fades into the background and the only thing in focus is him.

him and you. you hold him like a lifeline, like you'll die if he disappears. he hesitantly holds you just as tightly, "baby, don't think" you whisper against his lips.

time is blur and you're lost in the moment with him, stealing kisses under the glow of the midnight moon. you take a moment to pull away from his lips, breathing in the intimacy of the moment. "lets go eat" you whisper softly, he nods and takes your hand tightly.

the summer air is cool and the streets are busy with young adults as jungkook leads you to a local burger place, you take a second to admire him under the glow of streetlights. wow, he's handsome. getting an order of burgers and milkshakes, you sit together and eat. the sounds of life from the restaurant kitchen, other customers chattering around you, gentle music playing over the speakers.

"what brings you to seoul?" jungkook asks, unwrapping his burger. a small smile seeks your lips and you sip your strawberry milkshake, "wouldn't you like to know?" you tease, he chuckles and bites into his burger. "i live here," you add, jungkook nods and points to himself as he chews his food.

"you too?" you ask, he nods. you wonder to yourself why you've never seen him before, surely you would know someone as handsome as him? or are you just blind? "where have you been hiding?" he finally says after swallowing his food, earning a slight giggle from you. "found me didn't you?" you reply, he nods. "i did."

"okay, favourite.. colour?" jungkook speaks slowly as he thinks, you laugh lightly and wipe ketchup from the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "purple." he nods in response, "purple's cool" you sip your milkshake gently as you look up at him, "what's yours?" you ask, he pauses to think for a second. "probably.. black" you chuckle at his answer, "basic."

jungkook rolls his eyes playfully at your remark, "for your information, black goes with everything so its a very good colour," he argues and you can't help but agree. "fair point, i'll let it slide." jungkook sits back in his chair and admires you with an obvious stare, taking in every detail of your face.

"favourite movie?" he asks, you don't even have to think, "10 things I hate about you." jungkook nods in agreement, "decent film, into romance?" you shake your head, "the cheesy stuff is a no," you shake your head, crunching on a french fry, "but i'm into rom-coms" you tell him with a smile, jungkook nods his head as he listens to your words.

"iron man is probably my favourite" he says with a sip of his drink, you shake your head and laugh lightly. "would it be outrageous for me to call you a typical man?" you tease, he mocks a gasp, "iron man is a masterpiece."

the walk into his apartment is fun and intense, kisses of desire planted onto your lips, needy hands grabbing your hips, your feet stumble over the threshold of the door and now jungkook has you exactly where he wants you.

the weight of lust sits in the air between you. jungkook gently leads you to his bedroom, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck. you taste sweet on his tongue and he pines for more.

jungkook’s bedroom has you stifling a smirk. a messy unmade bed, a shelf filled with his favourite figurines, a desk in the corner with an expensive-looking computer sitting on it. “surprised there’s no iron man in here,” you remark playfully, he smirks against your skin before wetting your neck with his tongue.

jungkook gently spins you around, needily kissing your lips. he needs to taste you, all of you.  falling back onto the bed with a giggle, you instinctively part your legs for him. jungkook’s eyes admire you, your body, your aura, just you.

jungkook kicks off his shoes and pulls his t-shirt over his head, a smirk spreads on his lips when he catches you staring, “like what you see, baby?” he mumbles. you lick your lips gently, biting down on your bottom lip, “seen better,” you tease, jungkook snorts and chuckles softly.

he bends down to press a kiss to your lips, “you’re a pain in the ass,” jungkook says with a smile, you giggle and lick the corner of his lips playfully. “teach me a lesson?” 

“that’s it-fuck, good girl” jungkook exhales harshly, his fingers locked in your hair as your head bobs up and down his length, his salty taste swarming your tongue. jungkook’s arousal grows each time he sees your soft lips swallow his cock, you flatten your tongue against the underside of him and he shivers.

“don’t wanna cum in your mouth, baby,” jungkook mutters, his voice shaky with need. he pulls your head away, a string of your saliva mixed with his juices follow your lips from his cock, you pout. “I wasn’t finished,” you say with slight disappointment, a chuckle vibrates his chest and he smirks, pulling you up and onto the bed.

“I told you, not gonna cum in your mouth,” jungkook licks his lips, watching you lay back on the bed. you’re naked and a fucking sight to behold, jungkook wants to just pause time right now and enjoy the view of you. 

“spread your legs, baby” jungkook murmurs, climbing over you on the bed, “wider,” he orders and you listen. “that’s it, pretty girl” praises fall from his lips and you can feel yourself pulsating with wetness because fuck, he is good at this.

the air is thick and heated, moans echo around the room and the headboard hits the wall. jungkook pounds himself into you, a soft grip on your hips as thrusts, “so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, lightly spanking your ass.

your moans egg him on to move quicker, the wet sounds of sex are loud. his cock sliding in and out of your wetness, like you were made for him. you’re absolutely lost in pleasure, your moans muffled by the mattress, fingers gripping the bedsheets. ”you feel so good,” you whimper, body trembling.

“you feel fucking amazing, beautiful,” jungkook says breathlessly, he quickly pulls out and turns you over, kissing your knee before hooking it around his waist.

“need to look at you while i fuck you, pretty,” he mumbles, kissing your puffy lips.

his cock slips back into you with ease and you moan in pleasure, his cock filling you up like a good fucking meal. jungkook widens your legs and fucks you deep, a gasp leaves your lips and he smirks. “right there?” he asks smugly, you nod and moan loudly. you grab the bed, feeling like you need to hold onto something as his cock presses against your soft spot, hitting it with each deep thrust.

you swear you can see stars, his face in your neck, “cum for me, beautiful,” jungkook whispers into your skin, “need to feel you cum on me,” he moves his hand to press light circles against your sensitive clit, pushing you closer to the edge. "c'mon baby, you can do it" his praises send rushes through your veins.

clenching with purpose, you feel that surge of energy in your muscles. the way your warmth clamps around his cock as you finally release. jungkook hisses, continuing to thrust into your wetness with the erratic need to finish. "i'm there, princess" a gutteral moan leaves his lips, whimpers emitting from yours as he finishes. pumping deep inside you for a final time, leaving a tender kiss on your jaw as he does so.

laying next to you, sweat beading down his forehead, jungkook presses small kisses on your forehead. "you're so pretty, baby" he whispers.

the days roll by, one by one. the relationship between you and jungkook is blossoming and you feel more alive than ever, enjoying your time with him. he’s carefree, funny and you enjoy his company. today, you both randomly decided to go to a wine tasting, yesterday you went rock climbing you had the worst time.. jungkook however was living his best life. now its your turn to live yours.

a fancily dressed sommelier pours a glass of some long named red wine for the both of you, you go to sip the wine and the sommelier stops you, “miss, its better if you move the glass around first,” he says with the voice of a know it all. you look at jungkook, barely stifling a laugh, “of course,” you agree with the sommelier and swirl your glass slightly before sipping. 

the sommelier leaves, you and jungkook immediately snicker at each other, “maybe we’re not mature enough to do wine tastings, hm?” he says with a chuckle. “clearly not,” you nod in agreement with him and sip from your glass. “anyway, whats your story?” you ask curiously, licking the red wine from your lips.

“my story?” jungkook responds hesitantly, you shrug and nod. “yeah, just tell me about your life,” you smile softly, your tone is too soft for jungkook to ignore and he hates it. usually he’s closed off about his life but god, you’re tooth-achingly sweet and it makes it hard for him to shut the conversation down.

you gently sway the wine glass in your hand, letting the aromas move. jungkook’s conversation has been vague, it’s off-putting. to you, anyway. “you don’t speak so openly about your life, jungkook” you observe, “why is that?” he stares at you for a second, his eyes flashing with slight guilt. jungkook shrugs, you can almost see the mask he pulls on. “I just prefer not to,” he remarks, sipping from his wine glass.

“bad relationship, hm?” you hit the nail on the head and jungkook immediately thinks you’re psychic, was he that obvious? you want nothing more than for him to open up, but the vulnerability in his eyes makes you hesitate. he sighs, swallowing harshly, “i just don’t believe in love anymore,” jungkook admits, you nod in understanding and appreciate his honestly.

"it's messy and i.. have regrets?" he adds reluctantly. “just because love is messy, doesn’t mean it’s not real,” you say gently, placing a hand on his. jungkook smiles weakly and nods, he looks and you and this time he really looks at you. you’re the most real person he’s ever met. 

jungkook shakes the thoughts in his head away and sips his wine, "okay, mother theresa," he quips teasingly. you gently laugh and sip from your own glass, "it's true though, love is very real but its just," you take a moment to think, "destroying."

jungkook lies on his back, a hand resting behind his head. you lie beside him, drawing circles on his chest while you admire him. the afterglow is golden, kissing his skin in a way that makes your stomach flutter. "i think we could last forever," you whisper into his skin. "i'm afraid everything will disappear," jungkook closes his eyes as he speaks his truth, the confession weighing in the air. your hand comes up to trace his cheek, his brown doe eyes flutter open and you smile. "just trust me."

"we should go for a drive, baby" jungkook murmurs, changing the subject. his fingers gently brush through your hair and your lips curve into a smile, "a drive or a drive?" you respond, he gets the question immediately and a chuckle rattles his chest.

"come on, we need fresh air" his persistence makes you moan in displeasure but you stand up out of bed and follow jungkook out to the car anyway. the loss of comfort from your duvet brings a pout to your lips, jungkook smirks and kisses your pout away gently. "we can't stay in bed forever," he chuckles, you hum in feigned frustration.

the drive through the streets of seoul is calm and freeing. the lights of the city reflect beautifully in the mirror of han river. jungkook has one hand on the steering wheel and one interlocked with yours, playful flirty lines leaving his lips and you can't help but stare at him.

the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, the way he looks. something in you shifts and you feel your stomach churn as you look at him. a tightness in your chest thats intoxicating, both in a bad way and good. his eyes bright and full of life, even love. his hand holds yours in a tightness only a loving hand can give, your heart beats a little faster in your chest.

its not just fun and freedom you crave anymore, it's him. fuck.

you breathe easier with him, you smile more, you feel more alive than ever. it's terrifying and exhilarating, it makes you wonder if this is what flying feels like. the sunlight hits your bed as it rises through your window, casting beautiful glows against jungkook's skin as he holds you. an arm draped lazily over your waist as his even breaths sound out in your ear. the mornings with him are beautiful and you'd never trade them.

the vulnerability of falling in love is a concept you've always avoided, but right now you're in way too deep and there is no ladder. the peaceful man beside you stirs, mumbling incoherent words as he wakes up. the sun hits his eyes and he closes his eyes before opening them again and his gaze falls to you. perfect you.

a smile graces his lips and he softly kisses your cheek, "morning, baby" jungkook mumbles. you chuckle softly and gently run your fingers through his hair. "morning" you say sweetly, he leans into your touch and basks in your intimacy.

jungkook looks at you, the way the sun gently touches your skin, the way your hair is twisted from sleep, the way your lips are pouted from your exhaustion and he thinks maybe yes, love is messy. it's also most definitely real.

you started to notice your attachment to jungkook on a random tuesday, it was 8am and you woke up alone with a longing to have him beside you. how could you do this to yourself? to him? you always promised yourself not to fall in too deep with anyone. the intensity of your connection is otherworldly, no matter where you are it feels like its just the both of you. alone in your universe.

the buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your anxious thoughts and of course its him. wishing you a wonderful morning and apologising for not being there. he's so nice. fuck, you don't deserve him.

you quickly message back, giving a sweet 'miss you too' before shutting your phone off. the blinds get closed and you return to bed, letting the duvet swallow you and your anxiety up into a ball of heartbreak and regret. the hours roll by and you lay in bed, the earthquake of nerve wracking scenarios and hurtful thoughts clouding up your day.

jungkook is.. confused. you haven't been in touch since earlier that morning and he's lost. do you not want to see him? did he do something wrong? did he say something? did he not do something? questions whirl in his head and he can't stop checking his phone.

the knock that rocks your door at midnight is loud and hard to ignore, you shuffle out of your bed and answer it. jungkook stands with one hand against the door frame, the other holds a bouquet of roses. "i don't know what i did but, i'm sorry," he says breathlessly, holding the roses out to you and your heart fucking breaks. you gently take the roses and nod for him to come inside, closing the door behind him.

you both sit quietly on the couch, the way his hand immediately rests on your knee for comfort (for both you and him) makes your chest ache. "what's the matter, baby?" jungkook asks softly, genuine concern written in his features. "i won't judge you, whatever it is," he adds promisingly and you swallow harshly. how can you tell him?

"i just.. i've just had a rough day," you keep that door closed, not wanting to hurt the man you love. jungkook sees right through you, knowing it goes deeper than just a rough day. he smiles slightly and moves next to you, rubbing your back gently. "tomorrow's a new one, then today can be forgotten," his comforting words make it all the worse and you can't help but cry. the tears come with force, you hide your face in your hands and you can't help but feel ashamed. why him? why do you have to hurt him?

the guilt sits heavy in your chest, the longing to keep him around is tempting. jungkook holds you close, gently rubbing your back as you cry out all your frustration. "i'm here," he whispers into your shoulder. his care for you is frustrating, the way he loves you is infuriating, the fact he wants you is aggravating. all of this just makes it harder for you to leave.

jungkook is caring, he's sweet and he's loving. it shows in everything he does. the way he brings you coffee in the morning, the way he reminds you to drink water during the day and picks you up for a little date when the sun sets.

it burns you.

the attachment has become all too real and its hard for you to grasp, you can feel yourself backing out little by little. all you know is you can't stick around. you just can't.

laying on the couch, jungkook hovering over you slightly. his lips on yours in a tender, needy kiss. you were into it, now? you can't think. stomach twisting, brain spiralling. what are you supposed to do?

jungkook pulls away and looks at you, sensing your hesitancy to continue whatever is happening currently. "you okay, baby?" he asks with worry, you see the concern in his eyes and it stings your soul a little bit. you nod, putting on a smile and trying to pull him into a kiss.

jungkook shakes his head, pulling back a little more. "honesty" one word is all he needs for you to break. with a heavy sigh you move, getting up off the couch and rubbing your face. the stress swirling like a storm inside you.

"i'm just freaking out a little bit" you admit, turning to look at him. he can see the vulnerability in your eyes, the sunken posture. your fingers nervously picking at each other. "why?" he asks gently, "what's up?" jungkook adds, patting the couch as he sits up.

you swallow harshly and take a seat next to him, your knees brought up to your chest. "it feels like we're rushing, kook" you speak honestly, your voice quivering with fear of hurting him. jungkook shakes his head and puts a comforting hand on your knee.

"baby if you want to slow down, let's slow down" jungkook says with a warm voice, nothing but absolute understanding and love. you hate it. the fact he's so understanding to your twisted and hurtful behaviour. the truth is, you want to leave and never return. ditch the attachment. run before you fall a little deeper.

"i'm scared of getting hurt" you admit, your anxiety playing with the truth. "i'm scared of hurting you." silence emits after that.

"you could never hurt me, baby" jungkook reassures you, his fingertips gently tucking hair behind your ear. you shake your head, disagreeing immediately. jungkook sighs, "i'm serious," you look at him and exhale sharply. "i've hurt people, jungkook" you respond truthfully. "what if i hurt you too?" you continue. still, he doesn't believe you.

"i have faith in you, you need to have faith in you too" he says lovingly, his eyes gazing at you like you're the most amazing person alive. it makes you feel sick, both good and bad.

that conversation is long forgotten upon going on a date night. said date night being at the very bar you met jungkook at. returning under those purple and blue lights, letting a cloud of freedom encase the both of you for the night. shots gliding down your throat with ease, the burn settling the sickening anxiety you've felt as of recent. the music loud and bassy in your ears.

jungkook's focus is you. amongst a room full of people, you are his only view. his hands remain gently on your waist, enjoying the wild ride of a night with you. never leaving your side, always making sure you're okay. even fixing your lipstick with his thumb.

one last night, you think.

it's sunday morning, jungkook can feel pending bad news in his stomach. the churning, twisting and nauseating feeling of something bad is coming. and he was right.

you got out of bed this morning with one purpose, to never come back. getting changed into clothes from the night before, you're silent. jungkook looks at you from where he's sat on the edge of the bed. "everything okay, baby?" he asks warily.

"i need to talk to you actually" you say hesitantly, your heart pounding in your chest. jungkook can feel it. taste it. the bitterness of the moment before it even comes.

the look on your face as you silently collect your thoughts, trying to mentally put sentences together before voicing them. "i don't want to hurt you" you begin with a gentle tone, avoiding his gaze in fear of absolutely breaking.

"i'm afraid i'll lose myself in this," you say sadly, finally meeting his gaze. the glisten of tears in his eyes shatters your heart, your chest aching. "you deserve someone to love you fully," you begin, "i can't be that person" jungkook's silence speaks for itself. he is completely distraught. destroyed. this doesn't feel real for him.

"you're just going to walk away?" his voice breaks.

hands grasping out to reach yours but they miss, you step over to where your bag lays on the dresser. "what about us? i thought we were happy" the desperation in his voice is a punch to the gut, his breath stutters slightly as he struggles to conjure up words.

you slowly step over to him and look at him, memorising everything. the mole that sits under his pink lips, the soft curve of his nose, the small scar on his cheekbone, the silver metal eyebrow piercing. "don't you try to save me" you whisper.

jungkook is silent as you step away and out of the apartment for the final time. this moment not feeling real. like you were a dream and he was just slapped awake. all he wants is to stay in the dream.

~

"alone again."

"what's the point?"

golden-loona 2025

if your requests are still open, could i ask for ex-bf jungkook headcanons 🙇🏻‍♀️

hihihi!! my requests are always open ! i love hearing ur guys’ ideas.

sooo like are we thinking angsty social media stalker ex?? friends post breakup but he’s actually lowkey still in love?? what are we thinking girllll 🧐

i will tell u one thing tho…i suck booty butt asscrack at writing angst. not my forte. BUT PLS EXPAND!! i love this trope

this might be super niche but one of my most adamant memories of my early wattpad days was THIS FIC. ohmygod. it was one of the first things that came up when i searched “kim namjoon” back in the day, and BOY am i glad i read it.

it’s so beautiful. so prime wattpad era. corny, cheesy, light smut, oh. my. days. love it. i keep it so close to my heart, i reread it like every month. AND ITS PINK HAIR JOON THEMED 🗣️🗣️ i’ve never loved a fic like i love this one.

🥃 BOOTLEGGER!NAMJOON HEADCANNONS

warnings: 1920s au. illegal alcohol smuggling. prohibition-era. bootlegger!namjoon x mayor’sdaughter!reader. run-ins with the law. making out.

lulu speaks: HELP IDK WHAT POSSESED ME TO MAKE A 1920S AU BUT THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SUCH A LONG TIME. also YUM tf

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who is trying to run an alcohol smuggling empire but keeps getting distracted by the mayor’s daughter in silk stockings and draped with pearls.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who knew exactly who you were the second you walked into his speakeasy in fur and heels like you owned the joint. he should’ve tossed you out. instead, he poured you a drink himself and said, “this isn’t your scene, sweetheart.”

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who wears perfectly tailored suits but always with a slightly loosened tie, like he’s one bad decision away from trouble.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who doesn’t drink much, but when he does, it’s either neat bourbon or bathtub gin from his own stash. he says he prefers to keep his head clear. but there’s always a glass poured just in case he needs to think real hard about something.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who keeps a revolver under his desk, a knife in his boot, and a rosary in his jacket. only one of them is for protection. guesswhich.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who has a cat. a quiet gray tabby that showed up outside the speakeasy one rainy night. now it lives in his office and sleeps on paperwork. he pretends he doesn’t like it.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who pretends you’re a nuisance. you pretend you don’t like how he holds your waist when he pulls you behind closed doors.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who murmurs “we shouldn’t do this” right before kissing you against brick walls in alleyways while jazz music slips through cracked speakeasy doors.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who has a soft spot for music. he pays jazz musicians double to play at his place because he says, “good music keeps the cops away. nobody wants to raid a joint that sounds like heaven.”

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who teaches you how to shoot at an abandoned train yard. you accidentally hit the bottle on the first try. he’s never been so turned on.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who calls you “doll” with that crooked, dangerous smile that ruins you every time.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who gets arrested once. then you bribed the sheriff with a diamond bracelet to get him out.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who knows the law better than most. that’s how he stays ahead. loopholes. technicalities. bribes. he doesn’t run from the law—he bends it until it snaps in his favor.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who never kisses you in front of his men—but when you’re alone? his hands are all over you. like he’s scared you’ll disappear with the sunrise.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who is the kind of man to crack a man’s jaw in a warehouse, then calmly light a cigar and slide into a gala with his hair perfectly slicked back. no one suspects a thing—except you, because you know exactly what kind of man he is.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who keeps a bottle of your favorite wine stashed under the bar—the real kind, not bathtub gin—because you’re the only one he wants to impress.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who feels his jaw tic every time you walk in with some preppy trust fund boy. he’ll stay silent, but ten minutes later, your date gets “politely” escorted out by one of joon’s guys for “violating house rules.” and no, you’re not allowed to ask what rule.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who once broke a man’s nose for touching your waist too long during a slow dance. you weren’t even dating. the guy said something slick, and namjoon just appeared out of nowhere. he said, “apologize.” the man didn’t. he bled on the floor. namjoon went right back to nursing his drink like nothing happened.

𖦹 bootlegger!namjoon who plans for a future where you’re gone, married off, safe and distant. but then you show up at his place in the middle of the night, soaking wet and grinning like sin, and he forgets every single good intention he ever had.

lulu speaks pt 2: *taps mic* *feedback* hey y’all…idk wtf i just did but…i did it.

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Hiii, love all your works girl 💜💜 If ur requests are open I’d like to request mafia leader Jimin (the details are up to you). If not, or if it’s just not your thing, it’s all good!!

thank you!!! my reqs are always open 😌😌

i love you and this idea but i’m sorry to say this isn’t my thing. NO HATE to mafia AUs but i personally don’t enjoy this typa stuff, therefore i don’t think i’d do it justice 😞

i just don’t wanna get this wrong and im not very confident in my abilities to write something like this 💔

🛹 SKATERBOY!JIMIN HEADCANNONS (2)

warnings: rodrick heffley-anna coleman (freaky friday) crossover. set somewhere between 1994-2006. mentions of smoking, sex, etc. THERE IS SOME SMUT DOWN THERE! reader discretion is advised.

lulu speaks: HE’S BACK HE’S BACK EVERYONE CLAP! *bows* thank you thank you 🙂‍↕️ i missed him too ❤️‍🩹

★ skaterboy!jimin who will literally spend hours practicing a new trick just to impress you.

★ skaterboy!jimin who keeps a polaroid of you taped inside his locker, right above a Nirvana flyer. he kisses his first two fingers and taps it before every test he takes. he still fails them all.

★ skaterboy!jimin who won’t ever admit to being a bit of an artist, but will surely speak it through the way he’ll doodle all over you in sharpie. skulls, eyes, wings, a mock old-school heart tattoo with his name in the middle.

★ skaterboy!jimin who swears up and down he “hates people”, but somehow charms everyone’s little siblings. he will always deny his sweet heart. but you see it—you know it.

★ skaterboy!jimin who rubs his cherry lollipop over his plump lips like it’s lipgloss, but will proceed to act like he’s above using lip care—he likes your lip balm, though. a lot.

★ skaterboy!jimin who calls you “his courtney” in hopes you’ll call him “your kurt”. you never do. he’ll never stop.

★ skaterboy!jimin who will try his hardest to teach you how to skate, one step at a time. his hands tight in yours, watching as you defy the laws of inertia time and time again.

★ skaterboy!jimin who thinks that slow dancing to “Crazy” by Aerosmith is the most romantic thing ever.

★ skaterboy!jimin who makes it his life’s mission to convince you to get matching couples tattoos. when you finally come around, you’re not the one whining and bitching in the tattoo parlor.

★ skaterboy!jimin who takes you out to the gas station after your curfew, feeding you shitty powdered donuts, kissing the powdered sugar off your lips.

★ skaterboy!jimin who lands the cleanest ollie you’ve ever seen, skates over to you with a cheeky grin. he gives you a fist bump, immediately lifting your hand and kissing it afterwards.

★ skaterboy!jimin who is always taking you to random garage concerts, claiming he “knows the drummer.” you recognize no one, yet you have the time of your life every. single. time.

★ skaterboy!jimin who takes the healing wrap off his tattoo as soon as he out of the artist’s eyeline, flexing the poorly-healing “NEVERMIND” tattoo by taking off his shirt everytime he’s around you for the next month.

★ skaterboy!jimin who sketches your initials on his board’s grip tape so many times it’s barely usable.

★ skaterboy!jimin who loves when you straddle him in his passenger seat. his fingers drum along your hips, lazy and slow, kissing you between every word. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this. wanna stay here all night.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who loves when you pull his hair. his moans go high-pitched, almost surprised, when your fingers yank—“shit—do that again, fuck.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who wolf whistles at you everytime you dress a little skimpier. he swears his mouth waters when your shorts ride up—almost like it’s on purpose. “now you’re just being mean,” he whines with a pout.

★ skaterboy!jimin who always, always lets you finish first. every time. “gotta take care of my girl. nothing else matters.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who eats you out like it’s a competition. face buried in your thighs, tongue mean and unrelenting, like he’s got something to prove.

★ skaterboy!jimin who insists on fucking you in the backseat of his car while Nirvana blasts from his busted stereo. windows fogged up, your leg tossed over the console, his voice in your ear—“be loud, baby. no one can hear you over Kurt.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who records you moaning for him on a scratchy-ass cassette tape, jerking off to it later while whispering your name under his breath.

★ skaterboy!jimin who asks you to take polaroids of your nail scratches on his back, every. damn. time. he keeps at least one in his back pocket at all times.

★ skaterboy!jimin who says “attagirl” every chance he gets. his hips rolling into you when he thrusts? “attagirl.” you finally let him into your room through the window past midnight? “attagirl.” you take a longer drag than usual from your shared cig? “attagirl.”

★ skaterboy!jimin who would break every rule, every bone, every promise he’s ever made—just to keep you safe, loved, worshipped.

lulu speaks pt2: this is very short n sweet (haha sabrina reference) but BOY is he hot. sigh. #needthatrealbad

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we are currently in a namjoon fic DROUGHT. why are the only things i can find either straight pwp, or long ass series that are 45k words every chapter. guys. literally just make the exact jk fics ur making…but just switch the names or something 💔

ok sorry not me dismissing ur question

anyways enough of my yapping. YES he’d be head over heels for a nerd. heart eyes.

he tries to answer questions in class only to get them all wrong, but at least he tried. he’d watch her try to write down everything on the board before the teacher erases it. he’d spend all class just GAWKING at her. but she looks over at him and CATCHES him staring??? oh buddy. he turns beet red and immediately puts his head down.

Would scenekid!JK like a nerdy girl? I love your writings so much btw, they're so good!

okay so i can most DEFINITELY see that happening, but like…

PLS TELL ME he wouldn’t be horrendously down for populargirl!reader. like think regina george reincarnate. pink, glittery, rich. maybe she’s a little bit of a bitch.

ARE U KIDDING HE’D BE WHIPPED

⚔️ IN ARMOR, ENAMORED — PJM

REQUEST: “no plssss my heart hurts for him, i wanna see knight jimin's reaction when she finally says that he IS the prince for her. HER PRINCE IN SHINING ARMOR ASDFGHJKL😭😭😭”

pairing: knight!jimin x princess!reader

warnings: crazy yearning, he’s down BADD. you will want to read THIS to get a bit more context—highly recommended, not needed.

word count: 768

lulu speaks: so this is super unrealistic. if ur a history guy dont come for me bc this is NAWT how it would’ve gone down. anyways this is an anon request, here u go queenie heehee.

the night’s air is thick with woodsmoke, curling through the palace corridors. the highly-mounted torches flicker against marble columns, casting warm light across your silk gown as your footsteps echo, quick and certain, down the eastern wing.

you know where to find him.

he keeps to silence when he’s not by your side. he sharpens his blade where the guards cannot see his trembling hands. and tonight, he’s there again. alone in the armory, his tunic unlaced at the throat, chest rising and falling with the fury of restraint.

you stop in the doorway. he doesn’t hear you at first.

his back is facing you, one hand gripping the table, the other clenching around the hilt of his sword. the torchlight casts a glow along the ridges of his shoulders, the curve of his jaw, the sweat at the nape of his neck. you watch him breathe.

you take a step forward.

he startles when he sees you.

“y-your highness—thou shouldst not be here—” he says, voice caught between panic and awe, already dropping to one knee. “forgive me, if I have offended—if i have looked upon thee too long—”

“sir jimin,” you whisper.

his head lifts tantalizingly slowly. he doesn’t dare rise, not without your command.

you approach slowly, step by step, until your slipper brushes the tip of his heavy boot. his breath stutters.

you reach down gently and lift his chin with your fingers.

his lips part.

his eyes are windows to his soul, to everything he’s buried. his love. his longing. the desperation he’s fought to keep buried after swearing loyalty to the crown.

“there is no prince in all the kingdoms of the realm,” you murmur, “who could ever be more noble, more loyal, or more breathtaking than thou art, jimin.”

his hands twitch on his thighs. his adam’s apple bobs.

“you are the man i would choose,” you whisper softly, “even if the crown forbade it. even if the monarchy burned for it.”

he finally rises, but only to take one faltering step back. his hand flies to his chest, as if grasping to hold in the ache.

“my lady… thou speakest with mercy, but i am no man fit for thy hand,” he stammers. “i am thy shield. thy sword. i am not permitted to want—”

you reach for him.

he lets you touch him—your fingers curling over his cheek, following the corner of his trembling mouth.

“but I want thee,” you say. “i want no crown without thee beside me.”

his eyes flutter. the silence is thick with tension, with tears of yearning laced behind it. you see his lips move before they open again, voice hoarse with disbelief.

“say it again,” he whispers. “please… i beg. let me hear it once more.”

“i want thee, i need thee,” you repeat, firmer now. “if it takes running from this castle and leaving behind the very throne waiting to hold my weight, i shall do so. but that is unecessary.”

you swear you see his eyes flicker with desperation.

“because I’ve spoken to my father. he will not deny us.” a beat. “we are free to wed.”

he stares at you like he’s dreaming. his eyes are low and dopey, the usually steady beat of his heart falters. his palms are sweat wider than ever before, his chest heaving with heavy breaths despite his throat empty of words.

then—he falls. literally falls. to his knees again, this time with a choked cry, burying his face against your waist, his arms around you like he’s clinging to salvation. his nose nuzzles into your abdomen, eyes shut like he can’t quite grasp the fact that he’s living this moment.

“my angel,” he breathes, pressing a kiss over your stomach, your hip, your wrist. “my beloved… i have wanted thee from the first moment i beheld thy face. i have stumbled in silence for so long—”

your fingers weave through his hair.

“then be silent no more.”

when he looks up again, his eyes are wet with tears and twinkling like stars.

“command me,” he whispers. “to love thee, to worship thee, to be thine husband—and i shall obey for the rest of my days.”

even in his most vulnerable moment of desperation, he wishes nothing more than to follow the orders of the crown.

and when he kisses you at last—it’s not rebellious. it’s not wrong.

it’s beautfiul. it’s exactly what he was destined for.

and at that moment, it felt like the heavens themselves had been waiting for this moment to breathe life into his lungs.

at that moment, he was alive.

lulu speaks pt2: YAYYY I HOPE THIS IS OK. also...i had to consult my sister to make sure i was using the correct old english pronouns…that was an interesting conversation LMFAO the things i do for y’all 🤬 i love it tho heeehe

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🦇 TEENVAMPIRE!JIMIN HEADCANNONS

warnings: vampire!jimin x human!reader. 2000s public school au. he’s a hot weird kid idk how else to describe it. non-biting vampire. ⎛⎝( ` ᢍ ´ )⎠⎞

lulu speaks: i edited the fang on him myself thank you thank you no need for applause 😌

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who transferred in the middle of the semester with no explanation. no parents. no records. just showed up to homeroom one day in a black leather jacket and eyeliner.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who only drinks from blood bags because he’s “trying to be good now”.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who has the nerve to say “you smell… good” like it’s not the same love spell body mist half the school wears.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who is suspiciously confident. he shows up late to class but never gets in trouble. has perfect grades but never studies. he always looks like he knows something you don’t.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin whose eyes are constantly low and tired like his eyelids weigh tons.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who fails gym every semester because his heart doesn’t beat, he doesn’t sweat, and he can’t explain that during a beep test.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who always smells faintly of something sweet and metallic. you can never place it. it makes your chest ache a little.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who hasn’t fed in days—not since he saw you. everything after that tasted bland, like ash. not you. and he couldn’t do that to himself.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who got a good look at your neck once when you tilted your head back laughing. his knuckles went white. he left the room.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who never sits next to you. ever. but he’s always in your eyeline. the cafeteria, homeroom, biology, the hallway. he’s always close enough for you to see; never enough for you to suspect.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who asks you if you believe in monsters one day, completely out of the blue. you say no. he grins, nods. “lucky you.”

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who calls you “bright eyes”, all teasing and smug as if his don’t glimmer when they catch the moonlight.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who has a painfully noticeable shift in his energy when he’s hungry—his pupils dilate, his sarcasm dissapears, and he moves like he’s got something heavy chained to his spine. his eyes are set forward: unmoving, deathly set on something in the distance.

ྐ❤︎ teenvampire!jimin who buys a new abercrombie & fitch cologne every release because he thinks it’ll make him smell like every other teenage boy.

lulu speaks pt2: one of my irl friends has my acc now so she can see everything i post🧍🏻‍♀️everyone say hi mani 👋🏼

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