Such A Heartwarming And Soulful Fic. It Reminds Me Of Some Memories I Do Not Even Have. Captivating Writing.

evolution of a lover’s heart | 01

the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

pairing: fuckboy!jk x f reader

genre: fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy au, bet au

word count: 8.1k

warnings: none for this part what i can remember.

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© evolution of a lover’s heart is copyright jeonstudios 2021. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: so this first part ended up being too long so i split it up! hope you like it!

reference pictures for pt 1

Part one: the lover.

Among other, more impressive things, Jeon Jeongguk is forgetful. He’s suffered because of it on many occasions, but most of the time, it’s not a big deal, only resulting in a shrug of his shoulders or a light curse rolling off his tongue. 

Strangely enough, he’s never had a problem with faces or even names, but he still keeps his left hand inked.

The dark marks aren’t dug deep underneath his skin like the ones on his right arm; no, they vary in design and color from day to day depending on what he needs to do to pass his classes and the pens available. One thing he’ll remember. Two? Most likely that too. But three? Four? Better scribble words—that look like strange code with all the vowels removed to save space—down on his skin, just to be on the safe side.

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busted in busan 

summary; you’re snowbound at the airport, when the only thing you want is to be homebound. your anxieties heighten as the snow rises, worried that you won’t make it in time for christmas where your fiancé and his parents expect you—picture perfect. when all flights are cancelled due to a massive storm, you have to turn to the hands of an unlikely, hard-headed hero who knows the fastest way out of busan (and into your heart) pairing; jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; a christmas detour!au, fluff, angst, slice of life, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, pining, this is a total romcom, hallmark movie galore! tw–microcheating (or not however you look at it) mentions of sex, making out, profanity w/c; 10k   a/n; for @suhdays​ holiday hallmark event! this event was totally up my lane, i couldn’t wait to post it! a huge thank u for @eerieedits​ for making this wonderful fic banner! this is totally unedited, i’ll to go back to it tonight but pls enjoy! for those of u who need a little more christmas charm this year, this is for u

if you loved this icy couple, please consider giving it a like n’share!⛄⛄⛄

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his service

you return to your kingdom when your betrothed suddenly dies, and the only comfort you can find in a court that no longer feels like home is a certain knight.

pairing: knight!jungkook x princess!reader genre: historical au, angst, smut word count: 9.2k warnings: huge age gap, bullying?, depression, unrequited love, drinking, mild violence (reader gets slapped), swearing, fingering, grinding, loss of virginity, quiet sex author’s note: i’ve been writing for years but this is actually my first finished fic lol hope you like it !! also my dumb ass realised just now that jk is wearing an earpiece in the header let’s ignore that:D

Early 15th century 

“But, Your Grace,” some lord begged the king from inside the chamber Jungkook and Taehyung stood outside of. “The kingdom would clearly benefit more from an alliance with Aragon than from one with Naples.”

The two castle guards had been there for hours as the council argued about which royal family you, the Princess Y/N, should marry into. You were only four years of age but the Kingdom of Castile needed allies, for war with Portugal had just been declared and the Crown lacked money to pay well-trained soldiers. 

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l'aquelarre

the cute owner of a strange shop casts a spell on you… or does he?

pairing: witch!jungkook x human!reader genre: magic au, angst, humour, fluff, s2f2l word count: 13.5k warnings: street harassment briefly in the intro, mentions of sex and death, drinking, swearing, addiction (to magic) author’s note: started making it. had a breakdown. bon appétit!

The moon shone brighter than usual tonight.

Even if your whole city were to suffer a blackout, you were certain it was bright enough to light the empty streets you were walking through. But beautiful as though the sight may be, it put you in a bad mood, as it was a sign of how late you had got out of work.

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the warmth you bring | jjk

{word count}: 1.4k

{summary}: with your maternity leave coming to an end, going back to work was the least of your worries - but your fiancé, Jungkook, proves to you that there’s absolutely nothing to worry about, and he’s got this situation under control.

{warnings}: Dad!Jungkook, mentions of premature / poorly babies, tooth rotting fluff

{a/n}: first of all, i want to give a smooch to @exoticarmyofcrowns and a smooch to @balenciaguks for all the help and love~ i appreciate it so much and i love you both endlessly! so here’s part two to my dad!bangtan series, I really hope you enjoy! look forward to taehyung next week. thank you for reading!

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>>> TAEHYUNG

As you placed your handbag down onto the kitchen counter, you couldn’t help the triumphant smile that graced your tired, but beautiful features. You had made it through the day you’d been dreading since Dae-hyun was born, all while maintaining the professionalism you were known for.

You had answered the invasive questions of the older ladies in your office, suffered through the tasteless cups of decaf coffee, smiled your way through difficult customers, and you’d even politely thanked your slimeball of a boss for the card of congratulations he’d sent to celebrate the birth of your son despite his predatory gaze as he “complimented” you for regaining your figure so soon after giving birth.

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CHERRY ᴼᴺᴱ

In which she returns after seven years with a gun and hatred in her heart, while he's ready to cross every line to make her remember why she once called him 'love'.

au/genre : mafia heir!Jungkook x mafia heir!oc, mafia rivals, childhood lovers, mafia au

warning : explicit violence, lots of blood, angst, manipulation, possessive behavior, toxic mafia parents, trauma, lies, depression, psychopathy, slaughter and blood, murder, eventual smut, mafia.

rating : mature

This work is purely fiction and has no relation to real life people mentioned. Please take it in the fiction sense and enjoy the Rollercoaster.

© All the rights of this work belong to arxims. This cannot be modified, republished or translated without my permission or acknowledgement

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❝ They say the most ruthless monsters were once human, and the deepest sorrows were once happiness. ❞

"Don't let them take me away, Jungkook..." Her hands slipped from his as they pulled her away, tearing them apart.

"Please, Jungkook!"

Jungkook woke with a gasp, choking for air as realization flooded his mind. It was a nightmare. The same nightmare, for the nth time. He blinked twice, his eyes adjusting to his room. Sweat coated his body, creating a sheen layer on his uncovered chest.

The nightstand clock read 3:47. The room was dark and lifeless, bleak like his existence. Pushing away the tangled blankets from his legs, he stumbled to the bathroom. Tonight's sleep was gone. No matter how much he tried to drift off again, it wouldn't come. Only he knew how much whiskey he had to down to fall asleep. It had become a chore now.

Morning rays illuminated the grey curtains as hours flew by. A soft knock rose from the door, followed by Sooah's voice. "Jungkook? Are you up?" It was around 7:30, the usual time to wake up. This had been their cycle ever since she came to the mansion as Hyungwoo's wife, as Jungkook's sister-in-law. She knew he was awake, that he never slept properly.

"Come in," his voice came out hoarse, as if he'd been screaming for hours. Maybe he had been in his sleep, and she'd probably heard him in the middle of the night. But he never bothered locking the door. Locking the door felt too suffocating, and even the four walls of his room never felt like home.

The door opened slowly as Sooah stepped in. Her deep black hair was swept into a messy bun, and she wore simple pajamas. Jungkook hadn't bothered to put on a shirt. She'd seen him in worse states.

"Good morning," she chimed, trying to lighten the mood as she entered. He didn't reply, remaining seated on the edge of the bed. She padded across the room, collecting the discarded shirt he'd thrown mindlessly the night before. Her eyes softened at the exhaustion written on his face. But she knew better than to ask. In fact, she knew almost nothing about the reason behind his pain—just bits and pieces. Nobody told her. The whole Jeon family believed that her name was better left buried and unwhispered, except for Jungkook.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Don't skip it, okay?" She patted his head carefully. She knew how vulnerable he was during these hours, and in some parallel universe, maybe he would've been her son. She treated him like one—better than his own mother did.

Hyungwoo was already in his full black suit when Sooah reached the dining table. Given her nature, she was a curious one, restless until she knew things. But she'd kept that in check for four years of her life in the Jeon Mansion. Jungkook's nightmares were getting worse day by day, and she could only watch rather than help. She knew nothing about the main character of Jungkook's past that was buried seven years ago, except for one name: Cherry.

"It's getting worse," she said as she took a chair beside him, pouring coffee for herself as Hyungwoo sipped his. "I know, jagi," his words might have felt cold to others, but only Sooah could see the worry in his eyes for his little brother.

Hyungwoo was the only person who genuinely cared for Jungkook in this household. She sometimes imagined what it must have been like for Jungkook to grow up as the youngest heir here—with a father who only cared about his mafia empire, a mother who valued his father's power, reputation, and riches over her sons, and a brother who had made it his mission to please his father, even if it meant slaughtering both his brothers. Yes, Sungmin, the second heir, would do it if it meant pleasing Mr. Jeon.

But beyond all that, someone might have been the salvation Jungkook needed. An escape from all the expectations on his shoulders, from the name Jeon. And she knew that salvation wasn't her husband, but the girl behind that name. Cherry. The one he lost.

"Is Cherry still alive?" Sooah asked impulsively, immediately realizing the weight of the question and regretting letting it slip.

"We agreed not to talk about it," Hyungwoo's eyes were now on her.

"I know, but... I want to know. It's been four years, and I've kept my silence. Don't you think it's time for me to know? I'm also part of the Jeon family now. Don't you think so?" Her left hand found its way into his free hand, tangling her fingers with his, her eyes silently pleading.

"Tell me. Maybe I can help Jungkook. You know he's more open with me than any of you." It was the truth that Sooah knew. She was the only one who had attempted to crack the concrete wall Jungkook built around himself. Over these four years, even Hyungwoo had noticed Jungkook being more at ease around Sooah. Less miserable.

A sigh fell from his lips, a sign of defeat. Part defeat, part... sadness.

"She's gone."

Suddenly, the vast hall felt too small for Sooah. Too eerily silent as the weight of those heavy words sank in. Gone.

But Hyungwoo seemed to think she deserved to know more. "Her name was Minsun. Youngest daughter of Kim Ilsung." The name sent a shiver down Sooah's spine. The emperor of the Kim mafia family. Jeon's born rivals. So Cherry... Minsun was a Kim mafia heir.

"I thought he only had two heirs," she said as things slowly started to become clear.

"There were three, until... It was a car accident, according to our sources. Her car exploded on impact, with her in it." Hyungwoo's voice carried genuine empathy—perhaps for Minsun, or perhaps for his own little brother.

"She was his everything."

Sooah knew better than to press further as she watched Hyungwoo's fingers trace the rim of his coffee mug. The whole room suddenly felt suffocating.

Movement at the doorway of the dining hall made both of them turn their heads, breaking the maddening silence. Jungkook cleared his throat as he took a seat far from them. He poured himself a mug of coffee, clad in his impeccable suit. But the dark circles single-handedly shattered the composed façade he was trying to maintain. Sooah showed no reaction to the truth she'd learned minutes ago and went to the kitchen, leaving both brothers in the silence of the dining hall.

"We found him," Hyungwoo broke the silence, prompting Jungkook to raise his head. An eyebrow arched on his face, indicating him to continue. Their men had been investigating the Kims' hotel business outside Seoul and in foreign countries, which led to a suspect possibly trading information to the Kims—information that included strategies of the Jeon empire itself.

"Our suspicions were true. He is working for Ilsung. Marco, a member of the group looking after their business in Venice." Venice, the place where Minsun had allegedly died. He hated the sound of it and the bitter taste it spread on his tongue. But he was more suspicious of the connection between Venice and the Belluccis, Ilsung's Italian allies for a decade now. This had strengthened his belief that Ilsung and the Belluccis had hidden Minsun somewhere, despite all his failed attempts at finding her.

Sooah had returned from the kitchen with breakfast, serving both of them a plate of pancakes before leaving to the kitchen again. Hyungwoo noticed the way Jungkook was looking into a far-away void, gripping the fork until it nearly bent. "He's in our custody now. I want you to interrogate him." Jungkook's attention snapped back to his brother. Hyungwoo knew exactly what kind of information Jungkook wanted from Marco. With a swift motion, Jungkook stood up, leaving the dining area. The chair almost toppled in his haste. But Hyungwoo knew holding him back would only create chaos.

"Where did he go?" Sooah stopped beside the empty chair, syrup bottle in hand.

"Marco..tch tch tch tch." Sungmin's voice echoed through the basement as he circled the bound man, studying the bloodied cloth stuffed in his captive's mouth. "Why endure such pain when death comes so easily?" He lifted a crooked blade from the metal table, turning it to catch the dim light. Behind him, two Jeon men stood silently, though their assistance would prove unnecessary.

"Anyway, you'll die," Sungmin continued, his English colored by a slight Korean accent. "Why not make it quick?" Marco trembled, muffled sobs escaping around the gag. "Imagine the agony—" Sungmin raised the blade to eye level "—when I twist this like a key in its lock." Before the last word left his lips, he drove the blade into Marco's thigh.

Blood bloomed across fabric as Sungmin rotated the blade with surgical precision. Marco's screams overwhelmed the wet sounds of tearing flesh and dripping crimson.

The basement door crashed open. Jungkook materialized from the shadows, his tall frame illuminated by the harsh overhead lights. Though his expression remained controlled, barely contained rage blazed in his eyes.

"Well, if it isn't our resident brooder," Sungmin called out, mockery lacing his cheerful tone. These past seven years had nourished his ego, believing himself to be their father's greatest hope. Before Minsun's death, Jungkook had commanded that spotlight—the heir their father expected to rule with ruthless efficiency. Now he spent his days drowning in whiskey and despair.

Sungmin understood the monster Minsun's death had forged. He relished using Jungkook as his unwitting weapon in his climb to power. Each slaughter Jungkook committed cleared Sungmin's path further—what served as Sungmin's calculated game became Jungkook's escape.

Yet Sungmin couldn't mask his contempt for what his brother had become. All this weakness, this pathetic descent—for a girl. A girl from enemy territory.

Jungkook moved past Sungmin's barbs without acknowledgment. His focus locked onto Marco's bloodied form. In two fluid strides, he stood before the chair. His tattooed fingers wrapped around Marco's bruised throat as his other hand ripped away the gag. Marco sputtered, gasping for air.

"You can't just interrupt my interrogation." Sungmin yanked Jungkook's hand from Marco's neck. Hyungwoo materialized at the periphery of the scene.

"Sungmin, stand down," Hyungwoo's measured voice cut through the tension.

A bitter laugh escaped Sungmin's lips. "How convenient. We're interrogating him about the Kim-Bellucci alliance, not about your precious dead girl.”

Jungkook's breath came in sharp bursts, his fists clenching at his sides. "You know that's a sensitive topic," Hyungwoo warned, but Jungkook's gaze had already dropped to the floor, his knuckles white with restraint.

"Sensitive?" Sungmin scoffed. "If he wanted information, he would've gotten it himself instead of wallowing in misery."

"Enough, Sungmin!" Hyungwoo's voice carried an edge of steel.

"Too bad you were spending your precious time mourning a whore—"

The word hadn't fully left Sungmin's mouth before Jungkook's fist connected with his jaw. Blood sprayed across pristine suit fabric. Hyungwoo lunged for Jungkook as the two guards seized Sungmin. Despite their grip, Sungmin thrashed like a caged animal. "How dare you?"

He wrenched free, straightening his jacket before stalking toward Jungkook, still restrained by Hyungwoo. Sungmin jabbed a finger into his brother's chest. "Don't you dare tarnish the Jeon name again. I'll kill you myself—and your blood on my hands would be a blessing."

"Let's see who falls first," Jungkook's voice came low and deadly. He tore away from Hyungwoo's grasp and stormed out. The shattering of ceramic punctuated his exit.

Cigarette smoke curled into the night air as Jungkook exhaled, watching blood trickle from his split knuckles. A half-empty whiskey bottle sat accusingly at his feet. Behind him, a spider web of cracks decorated the dark marble wall—evidence that punching it had done little to contain his fury.

The hair on his neck rose with a familiar sensation. "Oh... you're here," he murmured without turning from the moon-bathed sky, his grip tightening on the balcony railing.

Two soft footsteps, and she was beside him. She leaned against the railing, facing him, but he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. "Cherry..." She had grown older, taller, more refined. Curves graced her figure, her features more elegant than girlish. Black hair kissed her shoulders, and only her bangs—sweeping across her forehead—held echoes of her younger self.

He had spent countless hours imagining how Minsun would look after seven years. How different everything might be if he had just... held on tighter. The thoughts consumed him until they became his reality. His salvation, conjured by his fractured mind.

Her delicate fingers found his cheek. "Why all this rage?" Her voice carried the sweetness he craved, soft as though he were made of glass. In her presence, his carefully constructed walls crumbled.

With her, he wasn't a Jeon heir. He was simply himself—the man who belonged to her. His façade of strength dissolved, a tear escaping before he could stop it. She never judged his weakness. Even this illusion showed him more kindness than any living soul.

Finally, he met her gaze—those deep brown eyes exactly as memory painted them. Her face had matured into something more beautiful than recollection could capture. No longer a teenage girl, but a woman. The woman he'd spent years reconstructing in his mind.

"You're early today," he attempted a chuckle, but it emerged as a sob. "You don't usually appear until the bottle's empty."

"You're drinking again," she tilted her head, studying him with gentle reproach.

"What else am I supposed to do when I'm losing my fucking sanity?" His voice cracked on the last word, eyes searching her face desperately.

She moved closer until her hand covered his on the railing, that familiar warmth seeping into his veins. "You look lost, love." He closed his eyes as she did, allowing her presence to wash over him like a healing balm.

"Lost doesn't define it. I'm losing my mind."

When his eyes opened, her face hovered inches from his own. "Do you think this is living, Jungkook?" The question pierced straight through his chest.

"I let you down in every possible way," he confessed, the words raw and bleeding. "I've wasted seven years drowning in self-pity. I don't know what to do anymore."

"The Jungkook I knew doesn't give up so easily."

"The Jungkook you knew died the day he lost you."

Her response came swift and sharp: "But you don't have to stay dead anymore." The words carried a weight he couldn't quite grasp, a meaning that danced just beyond his understanding.

"What do you mean?" He turned his head, but she had vanished—leaving only the bitter companionship of whiskey and cigarette smoke under the moonlit sky.

a/n : I know nothing much happened in this chapter. Sorry if it fell out flat. Just the world building. 😭

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Aww this one is so cute. Bam is just so precious 🥰😍. Somedays ago, I watched a video on YouTube where a dog was behaving just like Bam with his owner. The dog was "protecting" the pregnant woman, barking every time her husband tried just to touch her a little. And that was so funny. I saw the resembles here. It's really a nice, fluffy story that lights my mood 😍💜

A Bam Protected Pregnancy ~ Jeon Jungkook

You instantly felt the weight of the world lift from your shoulders as you laid yourself down across the centre of your shared bed. The comfort of the mattress seemed to mould around you perfectly, taking the pressure off of the small of your back as your hands settled over the top of your growing baby bump, letting go of a tremendously large sigh too.

It didn’t take long before Jungkook’s figure appeared in the room too, smiling down at you as he took in the view of you, leaning against the frame of the door. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw the relief in your expression, bringing your eyes across to look at him.

After a few moments, Jungkook walked into the room, perching himself down on the end of the bed, careful not to knock you at all. His hand settled against your ankle, running the pad of his thumb gently across the width of it, pushing down gently too to try and relieve some of the pressure that was beginning to build as your pregnancy went on.

“Are you tired?” Jungkook asked as you readjusted the pillow that your head was resting on to make yourself more comfortable. “Why don’t you have a nap for a bit? I don’t mind sorting out some bits for dinner?”

“I can’t keep sleeping,” you laughed in reply, “it’s the middle of the day too, the midwife told me that I’ve got to keep myself nice and busy.”

His head shook back across at you, often wanting you to focus more on what your body wanted rather than what the midwife told you, knowing that no one knew your body like you.

“What about if I lay down with you for a while?” Jungkook proposed, “I had a bit of a restless night of sleep myself last night.”

You smiled weakly, “I know what you’re doing, and it’s very tempting.”

“Come on,” Jungkook grinned, standing up from the bed and encouraging you to shuffle across to your side of the bed, “I know you can’t resist a nap and a cuddle with me Y/N.”

You groaned loudly as you moved the weight of you and your bump across the room, making just enough space for Jungkook to be able to lay beside you. “I can’t believe I still have a month of moving around with this thing.”

“You’ve got to start taking it easier at some point you know.”

“That’s not me, I’m not used to lazing around.”

He smiled sympathetically as he moved his arm to ret against the small of your back, “for the sake of our baby, I think you might be able to get used to it though.”

“I couldn’t even take Bam for a walk the other day because I was exhausted,” you reminded him, “the two of us used to be able to walk around for miles.”

“And once the baby gets here, the three of you can walk around for miles instead of two.”

As if he knew the two of you were talking about him, it didn’t take long before you heard the heavy footsteps of Bam race up the stairs, following the sound of your voices through into the bedroom, immediately running up to the bed and jumping onto it too to join you both, walking across to the small bit of space that was between you both.

A snort of laughter came from you as Bam began to nudge Jungkook out of the way, stretching his legs out to create plenty of room beside you, leaving Jungkook scrambling to try and stretch his arm out far enough so that he could rest it over the top of your bump.

“Excuse me,” Jungkook laughed, gently patting against Bam’s waist as he sat himself down, without any regard for Jungkook at all. “Can you believe this? I’m being pushed out of my own bed,” Jungkook groaned, trying his hardest to wriggle around Bam, only for his leg to poke out every time that Jungkook tried.

“You know what he’s like, he hates anyone being around the bump,” you smiled as Bam settled right beside you, leaving no distance between the two of you.

Throughout the whole of your pregnancy Bam had been like a security guard by your side, keeping an eye on everyone. If anyone dared to touch your bump then Bam would be straight at them, barking loudly to warn them off of doing any harm to you.

“He’s going to be the most protective big brother in the world,” Jungkook smiled, happy to release his grip around your bump as his elbow began to ache, “he means business too.”

“Even you aren’t allowed anywhere near the bump anymore,” you joked, glancing across to face him with a smile, “he’s certainly not enjoying you being close to the baby either.”

“But that’s my child.”

“That means nothing to Bam,” you teased.

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back across at Bam, “how am I supposed to get through the last month of your pregnancy and take care of you when my dog doesn’t let me get anywhere near the spot where my child is growing?”

“Maybe I don’t need you to look after me, maybe I’m well taken care of enough with Bam just sticking by my side and keeping an eye on things for me.”

“He’d probably do a better job than me too.”

You chuckled quietly as the smile on Jungkook’s face grew, watching as yet again Bam stretched his legs out, digging into Jungkook’s knees, giving him no choice but to move his legs further away from your body, leaving him further away from your bump too.

“I reckon I might just be able to reach from here,” Jungkook whispered, slowly reaching his arm up in the air, keeping the noise quiet in the hope that Bam wouldn’t notice.

Your eyes widened back across at him, “he’s aware to just about every movement, I really think you underestimate quite how aware he has been whilst I’ve been pregnant.”

“Just watch, I’m going to prove that wrong.”

You followed Jungkook’s arm down as he tried to stretch around Bam so that he could relax his hand over your bump. Just as he managed to make contact with the top of your bump, Bam’s eyes opened back up, noticing the unfamiliar hand that was against your bump.

A loud bark soon came from him, reaching his front paw up and batting Jungkook’s hand away from your bump, warning him to keep his distance. Jungkook immediately moved his hand away, leaving you in hysterics by his side in response to how protective Bam was.

“At least I know once this baby is born, nothing will happen to them with Bam around,” Jungkook spoke up, trying to make himself feel just a little bit better. “Although I would appreciate if maybe he would be a little more understanding of the fact that that bump doesn’t just belong to him, but it belongs to me too.”

You stretched your hand back, running your hand through the front of Jungkook’s hair, only able to offer him a smile as Bam settled back down, cosying into your side.

“You’ll get your time with the bump one day, I promise.”

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME IN YOUR LIST OF FAVOURITE FICS 🥺🤍

You're welcome. I loved your fic. It was warm and tender. This kind of dad Jungkook is such a dream. Thank you for this wonderful story 💜💜

happy birthday namjoon!

leader, rapper, namjoooning, dimples. there’s so many ways to show who he is as a person.as an idol he’s down-to-earth, kind, and thoughtful.as kim namjoon, he’s a nature lover and can be shy.no matter what you are thinking about, he’s forever our boy who is an amazing person.i purple you!