The One Where Jeongguk Is In Love With Your Voice (and Also Kind Of In Love With You). Barista!jeongguk

the one where jeongguk is in love with your voice (and also kind of in love with you). barista!jeongguk and busker!oc meeting for the first time. this was meant to be the intro for a fic but….life happens :/ still! it’s fun and jaykay is in love !! 3.3k words. listen to i want to be with you by chloe moriondo :3

The first time Jeon Jeongguk saw you he swore his heart stopped. It was early autumn and the sun was beating down on the tired pavement you’d paused at. He’d taken an impromptu break during the few moments it had taken you to set up and get your guitar out of its case. At first, he didn’t notice anything, too preoccupied with the game lighting up his phone screen to pay attention to the serene streets outside.

Then he heard your voice.

Keep reading

Ignorantly, Yours

Word Count: 10.6k

Pairing: Alpha!Jimin x Omega!Reader

Genre: Wolf!AU, Best Friends to Lovers!AU; fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: dom!Jimin, sub!reader, A/B/O dynamics, heat sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk (including a bit of possessiveness), marking, creampie, hair pulling, degradation, praise, rough sex, multiple orgasms

Rating: 18+

Summary:  You never could have expected your best friend to show up at your apartment right as you were about to go into heat, but when he did, something in you just wouldn’t let him go.

A/N: Truly, this was never supposed to be more than drabble. Which truly became a nuisance once it grew a lot and I had to go back and change a lot of things during editing. This is my first fic with some sort of supernatural element to it, and I had a lot of fun! I hope you guys enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Reposted without the header gif and without any links or taglist. Sorry for any inconvenience if you were already looking at the first post. I will reblog with the taglist shortly.

–

Maybe it should have been embarrassing.

Maybe it was, 5 years ago when the habit first started.

5 years ago, when you’d had your first pre-heat. When the world had quickly become too overwhelming, your nose unused to the myriad of scents that assaulted you in your sensitivity. Your skin feeling so raw that even the clothes on your back felt uncomfortable.

It was then, in your childhood bedroom, amidst everything else, you recognized a scent that accompanied you through your life for as long as you could remember. A scent that felt like home, felt like warm days under the sun and shared laughter under blankets at midnight.

Your nose had led you to the bottom drawer of your dresser, your hands digging through the mess of fabric there until you pulled out an orange hoodie. You didn’t remember ever having it, and it looked small enough to have been from years ago – maybe even from before he presented.

But as you pulled it out of that drawer, the scent that might have been faint to you any other day filled your nostrils. A blueberry and pine scent that left you feeling calmer instantly, safer. Whether that had to do more with your friendship or his alpha status wasn’t a thought that crossed your mind. All you knew at the time was that it made everything better – he made everything better, even when he wasn’t there.

That marked the first time you laid in your bed, curling yourself around that small piece of comfort, your face shoved into the soft fabric. The peace that washed over you then was addicting, and any thought of giving up that feeling was unfathomable.

And if Jimin noticed how you were covered in his own scent when he saw you after every heat since that day, he didn’t say a thing.

Keep reading

dynamite!jaykay at the record store falling in love with a pretty girl (yes that’s you). if the song lyrics in this r wack that’s my fault. yoongi is yoongi. 1k words listen to the louvre by lorde

It was by sheer serendipity that he even saw you; a fluke in all honesty. Jeongguk’s eyes never wandered beyond the rows of records bordering the shelves in Yoongi’s store. He usually came in with a purpose, the records he intended to purchase listed methodically in his head. His feet only paused to linger in the backroom where Yoongi stashed the ‘good stuff’ — a myriad of rare vinyls, cherished cassettes and CDs that cost more than his entire life, as Yoongi liked to tell him —  but never for long. Just to see, experience being in the same room as them.  His older friend didn’t appreciate his hands grazing the collection. So Jeongguk kept his curious fingers stowed away in the pockets of his baggy jeans as Yoongi raved about his new find, brown eyes bright with delight. Eventually, Jeongguk meandered over to the counter, the records he’d selected tucked in his grasp as he haggled Yoongi for a discount.

(He never got one. Not even on his birthday).

Keep reading

Hi Kay hiii!!!

I honestly think that this piece was serendipitous for two reasons:

I actually went out to do some last-minute school shopping with a friend today, and we were going to go to Barnes & Nobel, but decided not to because it was going to close two minutes later

And two, I was actually getting ready to go to bed, but decided not to because this seemed really interesting and I wanted to read something light and fun before my first day of school. I’m really glad that I did read this btw

Putting this story in bullet points really made the flow of this story enjoyable. It’s quick and soothing and comforting, basically everything that this story holds, and I really think that this was a good move for it. I also really loved the characters: The reader’s wittiness and charms, Namjoon and his cheekiness, and Jimin being a playful and cute little devil. Everything just flowed so well and the fact that there’s so much personality in here and the whole breaking of the forth wall at the beginning really made this piece more intimate and soft and warm. Basically the epitome of how you described the coffee shop. And I really loved the back and forth in the dialogue while they were arguing, and the asides that basically showed how hot Namjoon was😂. It was charming and I found myself smiling alot.

Thank you for sharing this piece. And wow!! This is your first piece of writing?!?!?! It’s soooo good! Thank you again for sharing this and I can’t wait to read more of your works!!! Sending you lots and lots of love and luck for the school year💕💕💕💕💕

book it [knj]

⮕ summary: back to school shopping. two people. one book. what could go wrong? a lot of things, actually. but then again, some things could also go right.

⮕ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

⮕ genre: fluff, crack, angst, bookstore!au, college!au, a condensed version of enemies to lovers

⮕ word count: 3.9k

⮕ warnings: mild cursing, the slightest references to what happens at a frat party

⮕ a/n: okay first things first, aAAAHHHH dynamite came out! and it’s an absolute bop (and record breaker)! so i decided to post my very first piece of writing in celebration. and also, because it’s that time of year again, you know, back to school season (yay? idk), i decided to use that as the theme to this drabble. hope you guys enjoy! :-D

p.s. if you wanna talk to bookstore!namjoon or bookstore!y/n, feel free to do so here!

Keep reading

roses, poetry and jeon.

☾ pairing: bookstore employee!jungkook x reader

★ summary: Between the pieces of sappy poetry and dried rose petals hidden in every book you buy from the local bookstore; you fall in love with the anonymously enigmatic writer.

➳  genre: bookstore au, enemies to lovers-ish?, fluff, slight angst

☂ words: 12k

♡ a/n: hellooo! So, after countless days and nights working on this, I’m VERY proud as to how it came out to be. I don’t have any experience as a bookstore employee so please forgive me if I made some mistakes! Also, all the poetry compositions have been written by yours truly hehe. I really hope you guys enjoy this story as much I enjoyed writing it! Let me know how you felt (reblogs and comments go a long way!) c:

                                                               ~*~

The sunlight filtering through your window was a familiar feeling. As it warmed your covers, you lazily turned to the other side of your bed hoping to find a cooler spot to resume your slumber. When not even cocooning yourself helped, you angrily pulled your blanket over your frame and let the heat take the win for this one.

You opened your eyes and took a minute to take in your surroundings. You felt like your party-hungry college student-self waking up one morning on someone else’s bathroom floor that wasn’t yours. In that reverie, you winced as you could almost taste the vodka at the back of your throat and the puke roiling up in your stomach.

A half open book lay face down on your nightstand and dried up drool pooled near the top of your pillow, possibly because you dozed off in between. You checked your phone, and was relieved that it was the weekend. There were no messages from work, you wanted to jump up in joy like you were a child on sugar rush.

Keep reading

In Heat | knj (m)

➳ PAIRING: werewolf!namjoon x y/n

➳ GENRE: smut, pwp, a dash of angst at the beginning

➳ WORD COUNT: 4.4k

➳ WARNINGS: oral (f receiving), knotting, slight impreg kink (what kinda werewolf smut would it be without one), rough sex?, dirty talk

➳ SUMMARY: All you really want is a normal relationship. The kind of relationship where he holds you in his arms at the end of the night, but he’s hiding a secret that prevents that.

➳ ALTERNATIVELY: you think he’s cheating but it turns out he’s just a werewolf.

➳ A/N: this is dedicated to all my fellow thirsty werewolf Namjoon enthusiasts who asked for more

—

The topic of ‘mating’ and ‘heats’ was never discussed between the two of you. Frankly, Namjoon wanted to keep you far away from anything to do with werewolves. This dark part of his life, the part of himself that he was ashamed of, often caused a rift between the two of you.

He struggled to keep the truth a secret. Those late nights when he’d come home with his blonde hair disheveled and refusing to touch or even speak to you, made you more and more curious as to what was going on while he was away.

He was never intimate either, only allowing kisses to remain above the shoulder and never straying further past your jawline. His touches were fleeting, timid brushes along clothed skin, lingering, but never brave enough to grab for more.

What was it about you that made him so afraid? Was he with someone else? Was it too painful to love you while being in love with another? Is that why he never wanted to touch you?

You often found yourself wondering that over and over as you lie awake at night staring at the ceiling with him snoozing a safe distance away. You’re not nestled in his comforting arms like normal lovers would, surrounded by his warm embrace.

No, it’s cold on your side of the bed and filled with empty thoughts wondering why he won’t love you the way you want him to—touch you the way you want him to.

Keep reading