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moving far away to a sunny place.
moving far away to a sunny place.
Only Love: An Inevitable Epilogue | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)
Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; slight angst, fluff, smut (18+)
Warnings: Making out, lots of pregnancy stuff, pregnancy sex, sort of impreg kink; family fluff
Word count: 13k
Summary: You knew early on that Jungkook would be a great father and husband and he proves that to you everyday. With a child on the way and his first time experiencing pregnancy with you, you both go through the growing pains of raising a family - with tears, more tears, and a lifetime full of love.
A/N: I started writing this 1.5 years ago, right after Inevitable wrapped up and finally, I finished it and can now share this with all of you. It’s a pretty special piece and I hope you find comfort in it the way you did with the series.
Also, I went wild with the photos. Thank you Pinterest and random people on the internet.
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Potions
Summary: Magic is banned, to perform it is an act punishable by death, a law brought in by the queen. And yet, here you are, living in the same palace as her, defying that law by performing the magic she so hates. You don’t feel at risk of being found out, you are only a lowly healer, a nobody. But when the prince discovers you and can’t seem to leave you alone, you may not be as safe as you thought.
Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: Prince Jimin, Healer reader, royal au, fluff, angst.
Word count: 23.6k
Warnings: Mentions of blood, anxious thoughts, worry and panic, a bit of angst, mentions of human trafficking, problem parents (it gets a tad nasty), medical things, cuts.
Authors Note: This story really took on a mind of its own. I love it, but I started it thinking it would be around 10k and then it just grew and grew into the monster you see today. I hope you enjoy this royal au!
The door bangs open and you scatter your work without a second thought. The piece of paper you were reading gets tucked into the pages of a book, the small glass jar you were working on is pushed aside as if it had nothing to do with anything, trying to blend it in with the other jars just like it along the wall. You weren’t exactly inconspicuous about it. The speed at which you moved, the way you shut the book and shoved everything away, it was obvious you were doing something you shouldn’t, you just hoped it was obvious what you were doing that was so wrong.
But while you take the few seconds to scatter you work the person behind you doesn’t say anything. Normally one of the girls would have been half way through their request while barging through the door. But while the door banged open, it had also banged shut, deep breaths sounding out in the quiet room as if the person had just run a marathon to get here.
Spinning, you turn to look at the new occupant of the room, and immediately freeze.
Even from the back, you can tell it’s the crown prince. Park Jimin. Even without all the almost literal flashing signs telling you it was him; without the navy, gold embroidered clothing, without the tall, slim, well-cut figure, without the regal grace that literally flows off him, you’d be able to tell it was him.
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Snake Bridge on Macclesfield Canal. location: Astbury Congleton, England
Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)
Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)
Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, making out, straddling, unprotected/protected penetrative sex but be safe please! specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters)
Series Word count: ~89.8k
Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.
A/N: I love exes aus, and (athlete) dad Jungkook does things to me and after months of this little family living in my head, I finally got to put them into writing. So I hope you enjoy knowing them as much as I loved writing them 🥰 Also, my knowledge on baseball (and the MLB and the KBO) is quite shallow so for wrong terms and stuff… please ignore!
Prologue (wc: 2.2k)
Chapter 01 (wc: 6.9k)
Chapter 02 (wc: 7.2k)
Chapter 03 (wc: 7.7k)
Chapter 04 (wc: 9.9k)
Chapter 05 (wc: 7.5k)
Chapter 06 (wc: 7.7k)
Chapter 07 (wc: 6.6k)
Chapter 08 (wc: 14.7k)
Epilogue (final) (wc: 6.3k)
Only Love: An Inevitable Epilogue (wc: 13k) || End
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yoongi in this sweater 😳
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Dan Hays Colorado Snow Effect 4 (with detail) 2007, oil on canvas
i like hanging out with u
Jungkook's growth over the years ♡ I feel so honored to have the opportunity to watch him grow into this amazing person and such a talented artist. 970901 — Happy Birthday Jeon Jungkook!
Jack In The Box (HOPE Edition)
scan cr. mahoneysuga
he is so hot(cr. @/jung-koook)
smitten: jungkook's date is tonight but y/n's more stressed about it than he is
➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader
➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook & smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boo hoo angsty wattpad-energy fic of your dreams!! unrequited love!! so much pining!! it hurts so bad but that's what makes it so good!! yoongi should really mind his own business!!
➺ wordcount; 6.5k
➺ summary; jungkook's dream date with ji-eun is tonight and y/n's going to do everything in her power to make sure everything goes perfectly.
➺ what to expect; "we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”
➺ currently spinning on the record player; i wish [one direction]
➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]; part two [the incriminating note]
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“pepperoni to garlic knot- pepperoni to garlic knot- come in- are you there?"
the sound of the walkie talkie crackling to life makes you perk up and you reach behind to pull it out from your back pocket, pressing down on the side button with your thumb before bringing it up to your mouth
“garlic knot to pepperoni- i'm here." you bite back a grin at the silly nicknames jungkook insisted on using before speaking up again, "the last of the fairy lights have been strung up, by the way! over."
“oh, sick!" jungkook gasps lightly, "okay, i need you to come down and help me because i've been trying to tie this tie for the last, like, half an hour and at this point i’m just going to have to wave a white flag and surrender. over.”
"roger that. i'm coming down." you tuck the walkie talkie into your pocket again before letting out a sigh and looking around the rooftop setup with your hands on your hips
you must admit it looks really good (as it should, because you've literally been setting everything up since this morning and it's about 5:30pm now)
the bubble tent's been blown up and you made it all comfy and cozy inside with fluffed up pillows and soft throw blankets
you strung the fairy lights up on the clotheslines and you made sure to use fresh batteries for them so that they'll last all night
and the little round table that jungkook and ji-eun will be eating dinner at was a little wobbly but that problem was easily fixed with some blu-tak
the happy smile on your face twitches slightly when the realization that you spent the entire day setting up a date that you're not even a part of hits you
"…oh, you silly girl.” you can't help but snort as you shake your head and turn around to head towards the rooftop door so you can go to jungkook’s apartment, "you silly, silly girl-"
all of this time
all of this effort
all of this everything for a boy you like who you know for sure doesn't like you back because if he liked you back he wouldn’t have asked someone else out
what exactly do you think the end result is here?
what exactly do you think you're gaining out of this?
literally nothing!!!!
so why are you doing all of this??
"because i'm a big ol' simp with no backbone, apparently-" you mutter under your breath as you open the door to jungkook's apartment, forcing the frown off your face and replacing it with an easygoing smile
you may be a simp with no backbone but…
well, no
that’s it. there’s nothing else to say.
"y/n? that you?"
"yeah! sorry, probably should’ve knocked or something- also, not to toot my own horn or anything, but i did a fantastic job with the decorations! i could be a party planner or something if this whole school thing doesn’t work out-” you kick the door shut behind you before looking around for jungkook, "where are you?"
"gimme a sec! i'm, like- i'm almost done, just wait-"
you plop down on the couch and tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling before letting out another quiet sigh
this is why you need to be constantly busy doing things, because if you get even a moment of peace, you start to think and think and think and you hate being alone with your thoughts because your brain starts to mock you and berate you and say things like hey, y/n? you have a paper due at midnight tonight that you're only halfway done with but instead you're prioritizing being a wingwoman to a boy who's head over heels in love with someone else-
"okay, hi!" you jolt in surprise at the sound of jungkook's voice from behind you and you're about to turn around when suddenly he speaks up again, "hold on! close your eyes until i tell you to open them."
"what? why?" you frown as you settle back against the couch again and shut your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “i already know what you’re going to wear, i’m the one that picked the outfit for you anyway-”
"i know, but surprises are fun-" you hear the shuffling of material and you resist the urge to turn around immediately as your impatience grows, "okay, i think that looks fine. turn around!"
"i really don't know why you had to prepare me to see you in-" you twist your upper half around so you can finally look at jungkook and almost immediately you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight
the crisp white button-up tucked into a pair of slacks are a stark contrast to the outfits you're so used to seeing jungkook in because most of the time he's drowning in a sweatshirt that's ten sizes too big for him and some slouchy cargo pants and a pair of chunky black stompers
but this? this is…
oh, wow.
"so?" jungkook's being uncharacteristically shy with you as he averts his gaze and reaches down to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, "how… do i look?"
"-handsome." you blurt out, shaking yourself out of your slight daze as you get up from the couch so you can go over to him, "you look- you look very handsome, jungkook. you- yeah, you look very handsome.” you press your lips together, unsure if you should say anything else because you’re not sure where the line is between being a supportive friend or just ogling your friend like he’s a piece of meat
it's when you find yourself looking down at your own outfit (jeans and a t-shirt and socks with a hole on the right heel) that the little voice in the back of your head reminds you of the reality of the situation: that he's looking very handsome not for you, but for ji-eun, and in this moment you wish there was a way to just shut your brain off to cease all cruel thoughts
jungkook looks very nice. just focus on one thing at a time.
“oh my god-“ jungkook's nose immediately scrunches up before he lets out a little laugh, "you're totally hitting on me right now, you weirdo- you look very handsome, jungkook-” he mocks you in a higher voice and you can’t help but feel a little dejected that this is how he reacts to a genuine compliment from you
if anything, it’s more confirmation you didn’t need that jungkook most definitely doesn’t feel the same way about you
"well, i-" you stop yourself from walking any closer to him as you feel your entire face flush bright red, "i- well, i’m trying to be supportive here… you look nice, i’m not gonna be an asshole and say you look bad for this date-” you force out a nervous laugh as you reach up to rub the back of your neck, "whatever, you look fine-"
“thank you, i just- i’m not used to compliments but anyway-” jungkook interrupts you (thankfully, otherwise you definitely would’ve continued to babble and babble and babble) to hold up a black tie, "you need to help me with this."
"you know, i… i actually don't think you need the tie?" you tilt your head a little as you look over jungkook's outfit, "i think you'll look better without it on, and a tie seems a little too formal for the date- can i-" you shuffle forwards slightly before undoing a couple of buttons on jungkook's shirt and spreading the collar open a little, jungkook raising his head a bit so you can work your magic
"you really think this looks better?” he asks quietly, and your eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief second before you quickly look back down at your fumbling fingers
"yea,” you respond, pressing your lips together as you smooth out the collar before taking the tie from his hand, tossing it over your shoulder and stepping back to look at your work, "yeah. that's much better. okay, put the suit jacket on, lemme see the whole look-"
"dude, i've been, like- so nervous all day." jungkook lets out a breath as he pulls the suit jacket up off the back of the couch, "like- okay, obviously ji-eun and i get along really well in real life, but this is the first time we'll be in, like, a romantic setting, you know? like romantic on purpose.“
"it'll be fine. i mean, you already got through the hardest bit which was asking her out-" you shrug as you lean against the back of the couch and cross an ankle over the other, "and she said yes, so… obviously you're doing something right. you’re gonna be fine, you just have first date jitters! everyone gets the first date jitters.”
"i know, but-" he smooths the sleeves of the suit jacket out before looking back over at you, "ah, i don't know. i just feel like i'm gonna screw up somehow, you know?"
"you won’t,” you shake your head before offering him a smile, "just be yourself! don't put too much pressure on, like- on acting like how you think she wants you to act, you know what i mean? just be yourself. she likes you, jungkook. you're a total catch, so-" you cut yourself off before you wander into the ‘you’re a total catch which is actually the reason why i’m in love with you' portion of your pep-talk as you get up off the couch, "yeah! just- just relax. everything's going to go perfectly tonight. and like i was saying when i first walked in here, not to toot my own horn or anything but the rooftop looks immaculate.”
“i’m sure it does! i can’t wait to see it-“ jungkook pauses all of a sudden, his eyes widening in realization, "oh, shit!"
you don't even get the chance to ask him what's wrong before he starts to spiral and you blink rapidly at the sudden change in behaviour
"oh my god.” jungkook slaps his hand against his forehead, “i- fuck, i forgot to pick up the flowers and the- oh my god, i knew i forgot to do something today!" he gawks, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, "shit! shit, shit- damnit, i was gonna pick them up this morning and then i went to the gym and i forgot-"
“i-" you’re slightly startled at how stressed he is over some flowers and you can’t help but chuckle, “there’s even a little sticky note on the fridge to remind you-”
"i know!” jungkook whines, “i know, i don't know, i guess it just slipped my mind because i've literally been thinking about this date all week-“ he sucks some air in through his teeth before shaking his head, “okay, i guess i can just head over there right now and then come back-”
"woah, woah-" you skid over and press a hand to jungkook's chest to keep him from bolting out the door, “what are you talking about? you can't leave now! it's- it's 5:45- and not to mention, it's literally rush hour so the highways are probably all clogged up right now and- ji-eun's going to be here in half an hour so you'll never make it back in time and your suit's going to get all wrinkled because you'll be all cramped up on the bus-"
"y/n, the flowers and the teddy bear are two essential parts of the date,” jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, clearly desperate to leave the apartment, “i’m not gonna have anything to give her when she arrives, she can’t show up only for me to be empty handed-”
"hey, relax!” you snap, softening your tone when jungkook’s shoulders droop slightly, “listen, you are not going to leave the apartment because ji-eun is coming and i’m sure she’ll be disappointed if she finds me on the rooftop instead of you. this is what’s going to happen: you’re going to sit here and wait for ji-eun, i’m going to go and pick up the flowers and the teddy bear, and then you can give them to her after the date. it’s going to be fine, you are literally being so dramatic right now-”
"but-"
"look, i'm sure ji-eun isn't going to throw a tantrum if you don't present her with a bouquet of flowers at the beginning of the date- if she did, that’d be kind of odd but that’s not the point- the point is, it'll be fine. you go on your date, i’ll pick them up."
"yeah, but-!"
"kook, i've got it, alright?" you back away from him slowly but you keep your arm extended to make sure he doesn't move, "i'll take care of everything, you know i can handle it- just- i'm gonna go now and then- i'll leave behind the rooftop door as soon as i get them, okay? and i'll text you so that you'll know they're there-"
"y/n…" jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously, guilt swirling around in his eyes, "you've already done so much for me, i can't ask you to-"
"we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”
“are you sure? i feel bad, i feel like you did so much and-”
“i’m sure, jungkook-" you interrupt him again before turning to grab your jacket off coat rack, “the only thing you have to think about tonight is how you’re going to charm ji-eun — and to be honest, you don’t even need to think about it because all you have to do is be yourself! now sit down and try to relax. and try not to wrinkle your shirt, i spent way too long ironing it earlier."
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your nose crinkles slightly as you look up at the sky, your brows knitting together in concern at the light grey clouds hanging in the air
the forecast did say it would be cloudy today (and it has been cool and cloudy all day) but you’re hoping it doesn’t rain because if it rains that’ll completely ruin the date and jungkook will probably be electrocuted by the fairy lights if he touched them
of course, jungkook and ji-eun can take cover in that bubble tent if it starts to rain, but hopefully it doesn’t… (why are you so hellbent on making sure this date is going to go smoothly?! you might as well plan their wedding for them as well at this rate.)
you perk up when you see the bus you’re supposed to take rounding the corner and you fumble in your purse for your bus card, stepping up to the stop eagerly
your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out once you plop yourself down in a seat in the back
from: jungkook (5:58pm) — Holy shit I’m acc so nervous
from: jungkook (5:58pm) — What if this goes horribly
you can’t help but roll your eyes at how panicky jungkook is being because he really has no reason to be nervous
all he had to do was dress himself and make himself presentable because you were the one who did all the hard work of setting up (to be fair, you insisted on setting up alone because you like things done a certain way and jungkook seemed too jittery to focus)
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — you’re literally going to be fine
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — it’s going to be fine
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — you already know she likes you
to: jungkook (5:59pm)— just think of this as another one of your hangouts but you guys are dressed more fancy and you’re on a rooftop for some reason LOL
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Okay
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — She says she’s almost here
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Do you think I should’ve picked her up instead of her meeting me here
to: jungkook (5:59pm) — …you rented out a rooftop for her i think she’ll survive
you pause, setting your phone face down on your lap before letting out a yawn and leaning your head against the window
you got up far too early this morning and the gentle rumbling of the bus down the highway is very soothing
google maps said the journey to your stop was about 38 minutes which means you have approximately 35 minutes to take a quick nap and the remaining 3 minutes to wake yourself up so you won’t be too groggy after hopping off the bus
you’ve worked hard today, so you deserve a little snooze!
your right eye peels open when your phone buzzes again
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Omg she’s here early
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Okay
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Wish me luck and also thank you for everything you are the best
a smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and you can’t help but think to yourself that yes, i am kind of the best, aren’t i?
to: jungkook (6:04pm) — yes yes
to: jungkook (6:04pm) — good luck!
to: jungkook (6:04pm)— :-)
another yawn slips past your lips and you tuck your phone into your purse before leaning your head against the window again and shutting your eyes
an additional benefit to getting some sleep on the bus is so that your brain won’t start to flood with reminders that jungkook doesn’t like you like that and that you are currently sitting on a bus going to get flowers for him to give to another girl-
okay, that’s enough of that, your teeth grit together slightly and you clear your throat, crossing one leg over the other as you get settled into the stiff, itchy seats, a quick power nap and then the overthinking can begin again.
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“excuse me-”
your eyes open immediately at the feeling of someone shaking your shoulder and you sit up straight, clutching your purse tighter to your body as you look up to see the bus driver smiling down at you in mild concern
“morning!” he jokes, raising an eyebrow before clicking his tongue and nodding towards the opened doors, “end of the line, miss. gonna have to ask you hop off.”
what?
in your half-asleep state you can’t help but wonder what you’re doing on a bus and where you were meant to be going in the first place… is the date over? are you heading home?
“end of the-“ your heart plummets to your stomach at the realization that you took more than just a little snooze because you are, in fact, at the end of the line when you were supposed to be at the flower shop and heading back to jungkook’s apartment now, “wait, end of the line?!”
“i’m guessing you missed your stop? happens a lot when people fall asleep on the bus.”
“i- yes-“ you pull your phone out to check the time (and your heart nearly stops beating when you see that it’s 7:13), “i was supposed to get off at crown street, how far are we from crown street?”
“not too far-“ the bus driver hums, “about fifteen-“
“minutes?” you get up from the seat, starting to make your way towards the door but still looking at the driver
“blocks.” he sucks some air in through his teeth, “fifteen blocks away. if you walk from here, it’ll probably take you about… twenty-ish minutes or so to get to the crown street stop-”
“twenty-ish minutes, twenty minutes is nothing, i can make it in ten if i sprint-“ you mutter to yourself, pulling your purse up over your shoulder and turning to smile at the bus driver before hopping off, “thank you, sir, enjoy the rest of your night-!”
it’s only a second later that you find yourself sprinting down the sidewalk, your runners smacking loudly against the concrete as you keep your purse tucked tightly underneath your armpit
unbelievable! something just had to go wrong tonight, didn’t it?
and it certainly doesn’t help that it’s drizzling right now — you don’t even have an umbrella with you!
“so stupid, shouldn’t have fallen asleep-“ you look up briefly when you hear a rumble of thunder, stopping at the crosswalk and slapping the button multiple times as if it’s going to make the walk sign appear faster, “c’mon, c’mon…”
you jolt when a flash of lightning lights up the sky before suddenly-
“oh, come ON!” rain suddenly starts to pour down from the sky and you resist the urge to just fall to the ground and completely give up because it seems like the universe is actively trying to tell you that what you’re doing is clownish behaviour and you need to stand up
of course, because one of your more prominent traits is your innate stubbornness, you pull your purse off your shoulder and raise it above your head as if it’s going to stop you from getting completely soaked
rainwater starts to flood into your shoes as you jog across the street and the feeling of your socks increasingly getting wet sends a shiver up your spine
you pull your purse back onto your shoulder and keep it tightly held under your armpit once your arms start to get sore — you’re already completely soaked so using your purse as an umbrella seems pretty redundant at this point
“don’t know why i didn’t bring a stupid umbrella with me either!” you huff to yourself, wiping your hair away from your face as you cross another street after looking both ways (safety first), “fall asleep on the bus, gets caught in the rain- stupid, stupid-“ you grumble, reaching up to wipe under your eyes and pressing your lips together in frustration at the wet mascara ink staining your fingertips
wonderful
just wonderful
and now you probably look demonic as well
you pick up in pace when you recognize the street the flower shop is on, speeding up even more when you notice someone standing in front of the doors with a set of keys in their hand looking very ready to close up shop for the night
“woah, woah, wait! wait, please!” you call out and the person immediately stops, looking over at you and then taking a few steps back in what seems to be mild fear, “so sorry, i just need to pick a bouquet up, i know you’re closing but i really need this bouquet- and-“
“did you run here?” he asks, looking you up and down as he adjusts his grip on his umbrella, “…you do know it’s raining, right?”
“yeah, i- woo, give me a second to catch my breath-“ you pant, bending over and putting both hands on your knees, wincing to yourself as your lungs constrict in your chest, “i don’t remember the last time i ran like this, jesus christ- i think i’m going to puke-“ you force yourself to stand up straight again, placing a hand on your hip as you continue to suck in puffs of air, “i need to pick up an order.”
“oh, wait! you’re the girl who’s in love with her friend, now i remember who you are-“ his eyes light up briefly before the deadpan expression returns to his face, “sorry, champ. we close at 7:30.”
“it’s 7:29,” you choose to ignore his first comment before holding your phone up to his face and he immediately deflates, “come on, yoongi- it’s yoongi, right? please. give me a break.”
“i’m just tryna go home-“
“please, my friend’s date is tonight and he was supposed to pick up his flowers this morning but then he went to the gym so he forgot even though there was a sticky note on the fridge reminding him to-”
“wait, you’re picking up his flowers for him?!” yoongi asks, eyes widening again before he throws his head back in a laugh, “hah! oh my god, you- you’re actually kidding me, this has to be a joke-“
“i will give you five glowing stars on google reviews if you let me in-“ you pant, wiping strands of wet hair away from your forehead again, squinting slightly because the rainwater has now fully fucked up your vision and yoongi is starting to look like a dark blob, “even though your customer service skills suck because you’re clearly laughing at me and i really thought you’d have the decency to share your umbrella considering the fact that it’s pouring-“
“my customer service skills are fantastic, you should see the way i flirt with all the older ladies who come in-” yoongi jingles his keys in his hands before checking the time on his watch, “they always leave with $15 silk ribbons on their bouquets and a boost in their self-esteem-“
“we’re wasting time here, i’m supposed to be back at my friend’s place like, now-“
“alright, fine.” yoongi sighs, shoving the keys back into the lock before clicking his tongue, “but i’m only doing this because i feel like saying no to you is equivalent to, like, leaving a puppy out in the cold or something. or stealing candy from a baby and then shoving the baby off of its high chair. or, like, taking a chainsaw and destroying a nice old lady’s rosebush in front of her for no reason while she’s standing there with a pitcher of iced tea for you-”
“alright, i get it, you pity me, just let me into the store and give me my damn order.”
“did you really run all the way here?” he asks, opening the door to let you in as he closes his umbrella and shakes the excess water off before shoving it into the holder
“i took the bus but i fell asleep and missed my stop. ended up at the end of the line and i thought running fifteen blocks would be faster than waiting for the next bus.” you breathe out, your shoes squeaking obnoxiously against the marble floors as you step into the shop and leave a generous trail of rainwater behind you
yoongi deflates slightly at the mess you’re leaving behind you and he quickly reaches out to grab onto your elbow, “do not take another step. i literally mopped up before closing and you’re leaving a trail everywhere.”
“sorry, sorry…” you apologize sheepishly, taking a step back closer to the front door and looking down at the puddle growing around your feet
you reach up to squeeze some water out of your air, freezing when you realize you’re just squeezing more water onto the ground for yoongi to mop up
yoongi gives you an unimpressed, blank stare before shaking his head and flicking the lights on, “there is nobody in the world i would ever run in the rain for. hell, there’s nobody i would even ever run for in general.”
“well, i’m sorry your heart is made out of literal ice and you don’t have the ability to feel love for another human being.” you respond sarcastically, yoongi turning around with raised eyebrows
“hey, for someone with an icy cold heart, i didn’t have to let you in, i could very well kick you out right now because i already clocked out for the night-”
“okay, sorry, i’m sorry- just- if i could just pick up the order, i’ll get out of your hair, i’m sorry-“
“why are you doing this in the first place?” yoongi asks as he gets settled behind the front desk, switching the monitor back on, “also, i promise i’m not stalling because i also want to get out of here as soon as possible, i just need to check what your order number is-“
“because jungkook forgot to pick the order up this morning.” you respond as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world (because to you, it kind of is)
“well, i get that, but you still didn’t answer the question.” yoongi hums, tapping on the keyboard and hitting the enter key obnoxiously
“sure, i did.” you frown, “i answered your question. i’m here because jungkook forgot to pick up the order this morning. he’s on his date right now and i told him i could pick it up for him. he’s on a date.”
“with another girl.” yoongi murmurs, propping his chin up on his palm, “you are picking up flowers for jungkook to give to another girl because…”
“because i’m his friend.” you feel your eye twitch slightly out of a mixture of growing frustration and impatience, “you have that order number yet? i’m on a time crunch here.”
“…okay, i think all the rainwater must’ve flushed the logic out of your head…” yoongi purses his lips as he gets up from the seat, offering you an overly polite customer service smile, “please wait here while i get your order from the back. i would offer you a glass of cucumber water and an apple rose whatever cinnamon pastry thing but we are technically closed, so you’re just going to have to stand here and wait.”
“funny.” you raise an eyebrow, about to squeeze some water out of your top before stopping yourself (you’ll wait until yoongi disappears to the back and then you’ll do it)
you’re picking up flowers for jungkook because you’re his friend
and on top of that, not only are you his friend, you’re a very good friend of his!
he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed (well, if the roles were reversed, you would’ve never forgotten to pick up the flowers so jungkook would never have to run in the rain to pick them up for you)
what does yoongi mean by why are you doing this?
isn’t it obvious??
if anything, he’s the one with no logic in his head if he can’t grasp the simple answer to his simple question
you’re doing this because you’re jungkook’s friend, and this is what friends do when they care about each other
“okay, one more time- what are you doing right now?” yoongi pops out from the back with a beautifully wrapped bouquet and an adorable little white teddy bear with a pink heart as its nose and you can’t help but pout sweetly at it
you know you said the teddy bear would be a little much but looking at it now… you want one too!
“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear.” you point out, holding your hands out to take them from yoongi
“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear for…”
“for my friend…” you trail off, making grabby hands at him only for him to pull back slightly
“for your friend jungkook because…”
“why do you care so much about this? you don’t know me and what i do is none of your business, your job right now is to hand me a bouquet and that teddy bear and you’re not doing a super good job if i’m being honest-”
“you’re right, i don’t know you, but i’m nosy as hell and you seem nice even though you’re oblivious as hell- you’re so close to the answer, too! what are you doing right now and why are you doing what you’re doing?”
“what are you doing right now? and why are you doing what you’re doing right now??” you snap, looking at the little clock sitting on the desk, “i’m running very late, just give me the damn flowers, man-“
“alright, fine.” yoongi deflates, handing you the bouquet and the little bear before shaking his head and turning around to grab the mop from the back, “guess you’ll figure out the answer on your own. by the way, let your friend know that if he wants to order another bouquet for you to pick up that we now have an online ordering form so he doesn’t even have to come in store anymore- by the way, i can lend you an umbrella if you didn’t wanna run in the rain again because like i said, our customer service is-” yoongi spins around and immediately clams up when the only indication that you were even here at all are the two dirty shoe marks staining the white marble floor and the puddle of water around them
he shrugs to himself and clicks his tongue
oh well
…you still better give the store a five star review.
»»————- ♥ ————-««
the journey back to jungkook’s apartment is a little less chaotic than the journey leaving his place, thankfully
you managed to get to the bus stop right as the bus came, and if anything, you took that as a sign that the universe was now on your side
it was rewarding you for being such a good friend!
of course, you still got caught in the thunderstorm jogging back to jungkook’s building from the bus stop (according to the forecast, it’s supposed to rain all night long) and the bouquet is a little soggy and the little bear’s fur is kind of matted now, but you tried your best to keep them dry under your sopping wet jacket, “alright, kook, don’t worry, i’m coming-“ you mutter, going up the stairs two at a time and ignoring the fact that you’re leaving a wet trail behind you
you can’t help but shiver at the feeling of cold, wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body, pausing when you accidentally use the bear as a makeshift towel to dry your face
“shit, whoops-“ you pull the bear away instantly, relieved to see that you didn’t leave any streaks of makeup on it
your legs slow down as you reach the steps leading up towards the door to the rooftop, and you pause at the top of the steps when you hear a melodic giggle from outside amongst the rhythmic pitter patter of chubby raindrops splashing against the cement
sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slow your movements as to not make too much noise and ruin the moment, you press yourself against the side of the stairwell and crouch down on your hands and knees, placing the bouquet on the ground by the door and the little bear right next to it
the only thing to do now is turn back and head home before you catch a cold from staying in your sopping wet clothes, but the sound of jungkook’s laugh makes your ears perk up and soon enough, you find yourself crawling up the additional three steps up so you can peek through the crack between the door and the frame and-
kissing
almost instantly, your mouth goes dry and you feel a sharp pinch in your chest at the sight of jungkook and ji-eun kissing, their lips seeming to slot together perfectly as ji-eun curls up closer to jungkook and he reaches up to cup the side of her face, the two of them looking nice and warm (and dry) in the bubble tent as raindrops continue to bounce off the top of it
your eyelids flutter slightly as your brain catches up to what you’re looking at, and just like that, everything hits you like a ton of bricks
what the fuck am i doing?
you are crouched down in the stairwell like a creep, sopping wet from the heavy rain, still exhausted from sprinting fifteen blocks to get to the stupid flower shop before it closed, staring at the boy you love kissing someone else on a rooftop that you spent all day decorating and setting up
you look down towards the bouquet and bear, swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes begin to glaze over because oh my god, what are you doing?
the bouquet of flowers is not for you
the cute little bear is not for you
the bubble tent and the fairy lights and the porcelain plates and fancy cutlery — all of it isn’t for you, it’s for someone else, it’s for ji-eun
ji-eun is the one that’s kissing jungkook right now, not you
in fact, it’ll never be you because jungkook doesn’t like you
you turn around so you can sit on the steps properly, folding your arms over the tops of your knees and propping your chin up on top of them
jungkook does not like you back
you helped him plan this date and you helped him set up the rooftop for his romantic date with ji-eun and you ironed his shirt and you ran in the rain to get the bouquet and the bear not just because you’re a good friend — you did all of this because you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love with jungkook and you would pluck all the stars in the sky for him and put them in a jar if he’d asked
“oh my god, y/n.” you breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shake your head in dejection, “what the fuck are you doing?”
you feel that all too familiar prickle in your nose as you get up onto your feet and head down the steps one by one, your heart heavy in your chest as you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder
(and as you stare up at the ceiling when you’re in bed later that night after taking a nice, hot shower and shoving your cold, wet clothes into the hamper, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps you’ll be pining after jungkook for the rest of your life.)
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from: jungkook (1:08am) — Thanks for getting the flowers and the bear for me you’re a lifesaver
from: jungkook (1:08am) — Like actually the best
from: jungkook (1:08am) — So grateful to have a friend as good as you
from: jungkook (1:09am) —The date went really well btw
from: jungkook (1:09am) — Hope you’re sleeping well :) Will text you tomorrow
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Lost and Found
Summary: What do you do when your whole world comes crashing down around you? When everything you loved turns out to be a lie? When your fiancé tells you he’s been having an affair, you feel like your whole world comes crashing down, but then you find an antiques shop and the strange man that runs the shop helps you slowly rebuild your life and realise maybe not everything about you is broken.
Pairing: Jin x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; sfw; strangers to lovers.
Word count: 21.2k
Warnings: Deals with an affair, depressive moods.
Authors Note: Here’s a fluffly, but also angsty piece with antique shop owner Jin. It has a happy ending so don’t be put off by the fact it’s centred around an affair, but if that is a trigger for you please do not read. I hope you’re all doing ok and that you enjoy reading this!
“I’m having an affair,” a few words muttered into a dark room but they cut through you like ice.
You ignore them the first time, still half asleep and unsure if you’re dreaming or if they were just a figment of your imagination. Hoping you had misheard. But the second time they’re said you can’t ignore them.
“I’m having an affair,” it’s said slightly louder, more certain, in a way that you know is meant for your ears.
You twist, turning so that you are lay looking at your fiancé, not caring that the duvet bunches uncomfortably around you. Sam is lay on his back, eyes open staring blankly at the ceiling. You don’t say anything and the silence that a few minutes ago felt calm now feels chaotic. There’s a loudness to it that makes you want to scream, but you lay waiting for him to say something, anything, to break the noisy silence. You want him to laugh and say ‘April fools’, but April was months ago. You want him to say it was some sort of test, an experiment to see how you would react. Or some sort of joke he had come up with, a dare his friends had set him. Anything that meant the words weren’t true, because you can’t believe that the man that you are currently staring at, your fiancé, would ever be capable of doing the words he has just said. You were in love, weren’t you? The ring currently sat on your finger would at least imply that.
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Man of The Year (MYG x GN!Reader)
pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry
rating: PG
summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.
a/n: omg isi updating back to back fics? who is she? anyway this is inspired by that viral post of a little girl proudly taking pics of her dad on graduation day. thank you mars @joheunsaram for showing me the post and also letting me use her idea! i hope i did this justice. also inspired by one of my classmates who brought their little one dressed in a cap and gown to walk across the stage with them (so cute)! and big congrats to the class of 2022, i’m so proud of all the graduates, you deserve the world!!
listen to: man of the year by logic
A bead of sweat pools at the back of Yoongi’s head, sliding down his neck and into the special black robe he’d adorned. A heavy sigh escapes his throat. He’d probably have to get the robe dry cleaned. Another $10 spent on an item he’d never keep after today, and he knows money had been tight for the last little while. He’d barely been able to squeak by and pay Eunha’s school fees this month, begging his PI for a last-minute raise, who’d reluctantly acquiesced, knowing Yoongi was graduating soon anyway.
Yoongi resists the urge to scratch the itch that popped up mere moments ago and has now bloomed into a painful nuisance. Why were these outfits so damn scratchy? He’d never understand it.
“Appa,” his ears perk up at the small voice, the tiny hand clutching his own, and his fingers wind tighter around Eunha’s. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
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— the one where jimin is not supposed to freak out but he freaks out anyway.
↳ alternatively jimin does not enjoy getting calls that let him know you’re in hospital, even if they give you chocolate pudding.
↳ genre established relationship / implied idol!au ig? / fluff & comfort / a lil angst and a lil humour / wc - approx. 700+
↳ warnings gn!reader / reader gets in a car accident (not described much) / jimin is very worried and frustrated / oc is a bit of an idiot PLSJSJS / injury — fractured arm
“hey, baby.” your voice fills jimin’s ears through his phone, and his lips immediately twist upwards into a soft smile.
“hi, sweetheart,” he replies cheerfully, ignoring the grimace taehyung sends in his direction. the two of them have been holed up in jimin’s studio for half the afternoon, and your phone call is a welcomed break from all the work he’s been doing. “what’s up?”
“listen — i need you to not freak out, okay?” you say guiltily.
the smile fades from jimin’s face, and his tone drops into suspicion. “why would i have to freak out?”
“you don’t have to freak out!” you suggest. “in fact, i’m telling you not to freak out. please don’t freak out.”
“you’re freaking me out!” he says, panicking. “what’s wrong?”
you hesitate. “i — i may have gotten into a… very small accident.”
“what?”
“but it’s like a teensy tiny one! miniature! microscopic, in fact!” you interject hurriedly, as he stands up, already searching for his keys. “jimin, there’s no need to freak out!”
he ignores this, and ignores taehyung’s concerned looks. “where are you? are you hurt? what kind of accident?”
“nooo, are you freaking out? you’re freaking out.” you sigh dispassionately. “i told you not to freak out!”
“oh my fucki — where are you, ___?” he repeats frustratedly. “please.”
“well.” you give him a sheepish laugh. “i’m kind of at the hospital right now. i have my own room and everything! they gave me chocolate pudding!”
he tugs a hand through his hair frustratedly. “chocolate puddi — god. i’ll be there in twenty minutes, okay? don’t — fuck. yeah. i’ll be there soon, baby, i love you.”
“love you too!” you say brightly, a stark contrast to the panic in his tone as he hurries towards the exit. “i’ll be here! in my hospital bed… just chilling….”
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it takes jimin fifteen minutes to burst into your hospital room with a worried frown on his face. “hey,” he says breathlessly, striding over to you and cupping your face in his warm hands. “hey, what happened?” his hands run over your face lightly, his brown eyes distraught as he catches sight of the cast on your arm. “oh, baby.”
“you are freaking out,” you inform him knowledgeably.
he shakes his head at you, throwing his head back in exasperation. “you are so — of course i’m freaking out, you’re in the fucking hospital! what happened?”
“i was driving back from my lunch break — i went to that pastry place, you know? — and this guy ran a red light and hit me with his car. it was an accident! it’s not a big deal!”
“you’re hurt.” his voice is tight, and you see the tears in his eyes and suddenly realise just how worried he is. “it’s a big deal to me.”
“it’s not even broken,” you say softly, reaching up with your good arm to cover his hand that rests on your cheek. “it’s just a fracture. i’ll be fine soon, okay?”
he blinks furiously, and then sighs, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “okay,” he breathes, letting his panic seep away slowly. “okay. i just — if something happened to you — ”
“but it didn’t,” you interrupt gently. you don’t want his mind to go there. “nothing happened. i’m right here.”
he hums into your neck softly, muttering a quiet, “thank god.”
“and look!” you change tone, ready to lighten the mood. “the nurse wanted to sign the cast but i said you had to be the first. it’s all yours.” you offer him your cast and a pen, and he smiles fondly, scribbling his name and heart.
“she thought i was crazy, saying that park jimin had to be the one to sign my cast first,” you recall, giggling. “she wanted to check my head too.”
jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “that’s why she was looking at me like that when i came in!”
you examine his signature critically. “hey, do you think i could sell this after?”
“yah!” he cries, but he’s laughing as he scolds, both of you leaning into each other — park jimin never half-asses a laugh, he laughs with his whole body. eyes sparkling, teeth flashing, body leaning into yours like he wants to share this moment with you and nobody else. even in the oddest of places, park jimin brings you warmth and love like no other.
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Always Trust In Pixie Dust
; Pixie!Seokjin x Pixie!Reader
; Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst
; Word Count: 14k
; Synopsis: As a vegetable pixie, you weren’t exactly considered the most desirable in the pixie hierarchy. But the uncle of one of your student’s is convinced that you have a secret admirer, only made worse when your younger brother and sister get involved. Will they succeed in their matchmaking or will your admirer come forward before they can get into too much mischief?
; A/N: Okay so…this is my first FULL Jin fic and I feel bad because I basically lost all inspiration for any writing about 4/5 through writing this. As a result…it’s pretty fair to say I’m a little uncertain of how this fic is and how you’ll all feel about it, particularly as there’s no smut anymore (it just didn’t fit). I love the world though, and I love pixie!Jin. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, PLEASE reblog because Jin fics don’t get the love they deserve, nor do solely fluff fics :( also, please leave me your comments and thoughts and asks so I know what you thought. I’m trying my hardest to get back into writing and just finishing this was hugely important for me!
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“Kim Taehyung…you don’t have a child,” Your words cause the tall pixie with soft, peach coloured hair to pause with almost comically wide eyes turned to you. “So what are you doing here?”
He says nothing for a moment before straightening himself, crossing his arms over his broad chest and pursing his lips at you. Even though he’s younger than you, he towers over you and you work hard to keep your teacher aura that had him looking so chastised when caught.
“You’re right. I don’t have a child. But I do have a niece. Right there,” Taehyung points over to the little girl sitting on the floor, her voice sweetly joining the other girls she’s sat with as they sing a nursery rhyme together. “And I’ve been asked to bring her home by her dad.”
Twisting your lips, you sigh before nodding and gesturing for him to come inside. The nursery that you worked at was inside a hollowed-out tree, providing plenty of space for the babies and little ones who were not old enough to attend school lessons in the higher levels of the tree. Everything inside your room was bright and colourful though, the walls stained with the vibrant colours that came from the richest pigments created from flowers.
A mural of the forest and individual, faceless pixies took up one half of the circular room while the other was free for the children to paint on as they saw fit. Creativity was one of the most important traits of a pixie after all, and it was your job to ensure that they went wild with all their beautiful, creative thoughts.
The floor was dotted with dried paint, and even new paint splashes from the day’s activities and you hummed lightly as you moved over to the line of reed twine that was strung up across the room, parchment hung on it in intervals with each one containing a drawing. Scanning over, you take the one with the little girl’s name and hand it over to Taehyung.
“Miyeon painted this for her dad. Make sure that he gets it please.” You request, smiling at him. He looks over the painting with a critical eye before grinning, nodding before bounding over to Miyeon and crouching down next to her.
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summary of jungkook in 2022 (2021 ver.) (2020 ver.) (2019 ver.)
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go and come back safely 💜 라뷰 💜
yoongi making this year the bestest by having long, black hair 5.0 {5th gif cr. pm5_twt}
yoongi making this year the bestest by having long, black hair 5.0 {5th gif cr. pm5_twt}
jungkook being the biggest flirt and making me want to sue him for it (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ for @sugajimin ♡ (gif 4 cr. theultimatedodo - gif 12 trans. cr. btsinthemoment)
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very namgi of them
‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 18
‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Happy moments with Jungkook always end with smiles and weird moments maybe.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: reverse cowgirl, crude comments, Jungkook instigates that he’s going to fight someone, toxic mentality, y/n is a Taehyung apologist but not really
‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 2.9K
Gym Bunny Masterlist ♡
Jungkook likes to think that his life in this every moment is the best it’s ever been. And it’s definitely not because he’s finally convinced you to ride his dick off, oh no. It’s definitely because he’s finally finished building that Van Gogh Lego set you got him for his birthday, he also finally taught Bam how to play dead, that makes his life pretty cool. You make his life cool too if he’s being honest, especially when you giggle when he does something stupid or the way you cut half of what you’re eating to give to him.
Again, it’s definitely not because you’re riding him like it was your life’s passion to bring him pleasure. But he won’t deny that he loves the way you’re rolling your hips so his cock gets the attention it deserves. He also loves that you’re letting him slap your ass and moaning so beautifully.
But yea, his amazing life has nothing to do with this moment right now.
He moans before biting his lip and squeezing your ass like it was nothing to him. He leaves red handprints on your skin but he knows you won’t mind. You’re turned away from him, hands gripping his legs to ground you because this position is new to you and it feels like he’s touching places you never thought he could. You moan loudly and wiggle your hips when your ass meets the base of his cock. He nearly choked in appreciation, his nails digging into your skin but you don’t mind.
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook huffs and holds your hips like it’ll help him hold back his orgasm,” this is the best day of my life.”
You’re blushing but that doesn’t stop you from lifting your hips and carefully slamming them back down on his cock. Jungkooks moans are giving you that confidence you love to feel and you really need it now since you’re doing something you’ve never done before. Jungkook has asked you to ride him a couple times now, of course you’ve said no thinking you’d definitely crush him.
And of course Jungkook replies in his usual obnoxious tone,
If a man can’t handle his girl riding him then is he really a man?
And a blush worthy statement,
Dying between your legs is how I would wanna go anyways.
You decided to take the chance just because you can’t tell him no and you were curious if it would feel differently for you if you were being honest. You finally agreed to it, making Jungkook suddenly strip and sit up on his bed happily tapping his lap for you. So now here you are, arching your back like you’ve seen in raunchy videos and you try grind slow circles with your hips since that one article you read a couple days ago said it would’ make him bust a nut in a second’
“Fuck—“ Jungkook bites his lip before lifting his hips to meet your languid thrusts. Your grip on his leg tightens and now you’re the one leaving marks on him. You lick your lips because it feels too good but you’re too embarrassed to moan even though you’re alone. You clench so tightly around him hearing his moans and huffy groans of your name. He’s about to cum, you know the signs now, his thrusts were sloppy and his words were slurred. You feel him sit up and wrap his arm around your body to touch your bouncing breasts, you almost squeal when you feel his teeth nipping into your shoulder.
“J-Jungkook— Ah—“ The pain from his biting is what does it for you. He feels you getting overwhelmingly tighter and wetter around him. His moans remind you to keep riding him, so you take in a deep breathe and fuck him like he’s always dreamt of.
“Baby you’re so good,” Jungkook lays back down and is stiff under you, he’s holding his breath and letting you take the pleasure out of his body. It doesn’t take long for him to cum, especially when you arch your back again and look back at him as if you were taunting him. He holds your hips in his hands and holds them tight against him, grinding into you to calm himself down. You wiggle your hips again and grind with him, but his hands grip your ass to stop you.
After he knows he’s given you all the cum you need, he pats your ass as he tries to catch his breath, he doesn’t want you to get off of him. He kind of wants his cock to stay nestled warmly in you, but he can tell you’re ready for cuddles and kisses. You slowly lift your hips to let his cock slip out of you with a wet smack to his stomach and Jungkook appreciates the imagery.
“Let’s go shower and watch Frozen.”
He sweetly kisses you and you blush for the millionth time that night.
After taking a shower and putting on matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse pjs, you sit so beautifully on his couch. You're holding his big pikachu plush to your chest and Jungkook almost stops what he’s doing to go and kiss you. But instead he puts snacks on the coffee table and turns the TV on.
You feel a little shy, you almost always do after having sex with Jungkook but doing something new like that has your insecurities running high. You’re not too sure if he actually liked how you were moving or if it was just in the heat of the moment. But you speak up, almost whispering but Jungkook hears you loud and clear.
“Was that…okay?” He scoffs as he picks a movie out, he sits on the floor in between your legs so you can give him, in his own words, daily head rubbies.
“Didn’t you hear me say it was the best day of my life?” He sighs when he feels you run your fingers through his hair.
“You say that everyday.”
“I meant it this time.” He shrugs.
“You didn’t mean it the other times?”
He freezes,” of course I did, I just meant, out of all the best days in my life this was the best of the best.”
You snort a little and it’s a new habit Jungkook has recently found out about as you open up more to him but he loves it just as much.
“Just because I was on top?” You blush again but continue to tease,” I didn’t know you were such a perv.”
Jungkook gasps, offended, he softly swats your hands away to stand up to tower over you, his hand on the couch next to your head to hold himself up. He has a scowl on his face but you know it’s his fake intimidation that he does when he wants to play around.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he smirks and cups your jaw like he’ll kiss you,” I could feel that pussy getting wetter-“
You squealed and pushed him away, his words were too crude for your own liking, even if it was true.
He didn’t have to say it like that.
But Jungkook thinks you’re too cute, he loves when you blush and try to hide yourself from him. It gets his heart beating faster, his fingertips feel numb with adoration and he can’t help himself from wanting to smother you with love.
“You’re so fucking cute.”He attacks you, tickling you and kissing you, a deadly combination since you’re ticklish all over. You’re trying to push him away but he pins you down and blows raspberries into your neck. You’re laughing, tears forming in the corner of your eyes but he wipes them away before going back to deadly ministrations.
Then you hear your phone ring but Jungkook doesn’t stop the obnoxious wet kisses on your face, instead his fingers look for your phone on the couch cushion while he bites into your cheeks. You whine but he answers it after he sees it was Daisy who was calling. You pull his hair and grumpily answer.
“H-Hey, what’s up?” You breathe out, holding Jungkook back from any more attacks but he bites your fingers in retaliation.
“Babe,” Daisy whined,” Babe can I borrow your boyfriend for a second?”
Jungkook starts kissing your neck again, your weak spot more specifically. He kisses bruises onto the soft skin so it’s starting to get a little hard understanding what Daisy was saying.
“W-What?”
“I need to borrow your boyfriend! Call him up—“
She sounded angry, you know that, but you don’t know why exactly. You tried pushing Jungkook away but times like this he likes to remind you who the stronger one out of the two of you is. He’s squeezing your body like you were his play thing and he still has the nerve to obnoxiously growl against your neck when he feels you push him away.
“J-Jungkook stop-“ you whisper hoping Daisy wouldn’t hear but that’s when you notice she was awfully quiet now.
“Oh my god,” you hear her gasp as you finally were able to get his dangerous grip off of your thighs,” are you fucking him right now?”
“Daisy!“ Your embarrassment gives you enough strength so you can push Jungkook off of you, he falls off the couch with a whiny huff of your name,” he’s just…he’s clingy— it’s movie night.”
Jungkook glares up at you from the floor and you finally process what she had said earlier.
“Wait, why do you need him?”
Jungkook perks up and quickly presses his ear to the back of your phone.
“Oh I need him to kick someone’s ass for me.”
He smirks and is already agreeing to do it but you glare at him. Of course he’s eager to kick ass, even if he doesn’t know who or what.
“What? Why?”
You hear Daisy whine and Jungkook tries taking the phone from you.
“Because! My stupid photographer was talking shit about me!”
You don’t hear anything because Jungkook takes your phone and quickly presses it to his ear. This sounded like it was a specific secret mission for Jungkook and he’s ready for it. He always loved a good revenge story too.
“Who’s ass am I kicking?” Jungkook grunts and you can hear her talking but you can’t make anything out.
“My fucking photographer! Fucking asshole son of a bitch! I heard him talking shit about me! He said that I’m only popular because I’m fat and being fat is a big trend right now! Can you believe that bastard!? He’s getting all of these gigs because of me but now he’s going off saying how HE made ME?”
“No way,” he gasped and you try to listen but he‘s sits up letting you fall on the cushion,” you want me to fuck him up?”
You poutingly glare up at him.
“Honey, go get a jacket,” he sits up again and you’re very confused, but you listen to him and quickly rush to his room to get him and yourself hoodies. When you walk out he’s looking for Yoongis keys and still on the phone with Daisy.
”When and where?”
You quickly stand next to him and he moves the phone so you can hear her too.
“Tonight! He’s at the club so we can egg his car or something.” You hear Daisy and your pulse quickens, exciting.
“Ok we’ll meet you there,” Jungkook puts his hoodie on and walks to the entryway of his apartment,” send me the address— come on— let’s go.”
He hangs up and you’re following him, even though you know this is totally wrong, you’re still going to go. Daisy sounded like she might need a hug anyways.
“You’re not gonna hurt him are you?”
“Nah,” he says while slipping his shoes on, he hands you your shoes and smirks,” probably just scare him or something, maybe slash his tires.”
“That’s totally illegal.” You whine but continue to tie your shoes.
“Only if we get caught,” His smirk turns into that pretty boy smile he does when wants something,“ I think Daisy needs us, she sounded hurt.”
He waits for you by his door, swinging his keys which makes him even sexier than before.
If that was even possible.
“If someone said that to you I’d flip their shit— so I gotta do it for Daisy, I’m feminist like that.”
You snorted,” okay sure, but promise you won’t actually hurt him.”
He nods his head and holds his pinky out to you and you hook your pinky with his. He helps you stand with your pinky promise and kisses you, just because you look too cute like this.
“Now let’s go fuck some shit up yea?”
Jungkook is laying next to you, hands brushing against your own. The stars look lovely tonight but you put them to shame, he doesn’t know if he can love the stars the same knowing he has you now, his very own star.
It’s your weekly date night and Jungkook has planned a sweet picnic under the stars. You both take this time to talk about your day, future plans, and most importantly any problems that rest heavy in your heart. It’s quiet right now, only the sounds of crickets and Jungkook chewing can be heard. You think now is the perfect opportunity to talk about what’s been making the weight on your shoulders feel heavier and heavier.
“Kookie can I ask you something? But promise to be nice?”
Jungkook likes to think he is nice but seeing as you’re asking him to be nice then your question will probably make him not so nice.
“I’m always nice.” He shrugs.
“Not when it comes to … this subject.”
He turns to you, he knows exactly what subject you’re talking about.
Taehyung.
But he lets you speak, maybe it’s not even about him, maybe it’s about the restaurant he hates going to because the waiter called you cute one time.
“Do you think I should give Taehyung another chance?”
Jungkook’s mood is immediately spoiled, he drops his fork in annoyance and he realizes that’s why you said to be nice. But how can he be nice when Taehyung was the definition of a fatphobic toxic asshole. Jungkook smiles to himself for using the new phrase he’s recently learned from Daisy, she’d agree with him.
But he knows how hard it is for you to be mean, you’re looking at him with those pretty round eyes of yours and he sees your dilemma in them. He knows you want to forgive Taehyung because that big heart of yours sees the good in everyone no matter how bad they’ve treated you.
Jungkook wants to say, ‘Fuck no cut him off!’ But instead he sighs and looks at the sky because he doesn’t think he can stop himself from growling out a,’Fuck Taehyung.’ Especially when he promised he’d be nice.
“Do you want to?” He grits out hoping you say no.
“I feel like I should,” you sigh and Jungkooks on the edge of tearing into you for even considering it, but he’ll hear your reasoning before he does, he wants to know exactly what you’re thinking.
“I mean I get it, he must have been getting teased a lot,” you play with your fork and bite your lip like it’s the only thing that’s stopping you from crying,” not everyone likes...big people…and seeing someone as attractive as him hanging out with me must have been a huge shock to them.”
Jungkook stays silent, he doesn’t agree but you need to speak your mind for him to understand you.
“I-I get why he lied,” you continue through soft sighs,” I get why he stopped hanging out with me and I feel like he had a good reason to.”
Oh Jungkook does not like this at all, he hates how you’re actually sympathizing with someone who treated you like shit.
“But another part of me is telling me that he was wrong for doing that,” Jungkook turns to you and nearly chokes on his fruit. He wants to smile but he won’t, he’ll let you finish.
”That same part is telling me not to forgive him and go our separate ways— he’s been messaging me asking to meet up and talk but I’m not sure if I want to give him another chance.”
That’s my girl.
He smiles at you and you wait for his answer, hopefully he’ll be nice like he said he will be.
“You know I’ll support you no matter what,” He sighs,” but as your super hot hunky boyfriend I don’t want you to forgive him— I really don’t— he treated you badly and you absolutely do not deserve that and he doesn’t deserve another chance.”
“Okay, you’re right,” you sigh and feel that weight ease on your shoulders,” I think I’ll text him and meet up with him— I’m going to cut him off.”
You say proudly and Jungkook feels proud for you. He picks up more fruit and feeds it to you, he’s happy and he can tell that you’re happy too. He sees your smile more radiant than ever, he sees how much more confident you’ve become especially in your decisions about the people around you.
“I’m proud of you baby, I really am.”
You smile and feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, tears full of happiness and love for Jungkook and most importantly for yourself.
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What if I love you too much?
Summary: Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut; single mum reader
Word count: 20.6k
Warnings: Single mum, small fights, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), safe penetrative sex, reader thinks Jungkook is cheating/playing the field, angst, but also fluff, child gets injured (though not seriously), talks of cuts and a small amount of blood.
Authors Note: Happy Saturday! Hope you’re having a nice weekend so far :)
“Ask him to mow your lawn.”
“What? Rosie, why would I –”
“Because look at your lawn, Y/N,” she twists to look at you with a flat face before looking back out your front window with dreamy eyes. “And then look at him.”
You look at the man in question, every glistening, no-tee-shirt-on, tattooed sleeved, square inch of him. Ok, so maybe you get her point a little. Still, you’re not about agree with her.
“I can mow,” you defend yourself instead. “And my lawns not that bad.”
“But can you mow like him?”
“Anyone can mow like him. He’s literally just going up and down the grass.”
“Y/N. Please. Just look at that body.”
“I thought you wanted me to look at his mowing.”
You catch her rolling her eyes as you twist to sit properly on your sofa, no longer wanting to objectify your new neighbour. You don’t even know his name and yet you’re already ogling at the beads of sweat that roll down the many abs he’s sporting. The feminist in you is ashamed.
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Man of The Year (MYG x GN!Reader)
pairing: single dad!Yoongi x gn!reader genre(s): pure fluff, very minor angst au(s): graduation au word count: 2.7k warnings: some swearing, Yoongi is a little nervous, Yoongi is bad at flirting, this is so cute I could cry
rating: PG
summary: For the longest time, it’s always been Yoongi and his daughter, celebrating every milestone of life together. But today, that could change.
a/n: omg isi updating back to back fics? who is she? anyway this is inspired by that viral post of a little girl proudly taking pics of her dad on graduation day. thank you mars @joheunsaram for showing me the post and also letting me use her idea! i hope i did this justice. also inspired by one of my classmates who brought their little one dressed in a cap and gown to walk across the stage with them (so cute)! and big congrats to the class of 2022, i’m so proud of all the graduates, you deserve the world!!
listen to: man of the year by logic
A bead of sweat pools at the back of Yoongi’s head, sliding down his neck and into the special black robe he’d adorned. A heavy sigh escapes his throat. He’d probably have to get the robe dry cleaned. Another $10 spent on an item he’d never keep after today, and he knows money had been tight for the last little while. He’d barely been able to squeak by and pay Eunha’s school fees this month, begging his PI for a last-minute raise, who’d reluctantly acquiesced, knowing Yoongi was graduating soon anyway.
Yoongi resists the urge to scratch the itch that popped up mere moments ago and has now bloomed into a painful nuisance. Why were these outfits so damn scratchy? He’d never understand it.
“Appa,” his ears perk up at the small voice, the tiny hand clutching his own, and his fingers wind tighter around Eunha’s. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
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