More Of Jungkook Being A Shy, Sweet Boy Please

more of jungkook being a shy, sweet boy please 😭😭

Jungkook is tiny when you first see him, legs carefully tucked in close on the train, sitting between two elderly women who are adamant on conversing over him. He doesn’t dare interrupt, leaning back as much as he can so they can see each other, before eventually giving into his embarrassment and scrambling out from between them.

He stands next to you then, by the left doors of the train, expertly placing his hand against the standing passenger pole so that he doesn’t have to crowd you anymore than necessary. Not that you’d mind if he did— he’s tall, broad, smells like flowers when the train jerks him forward. You know it’d be infinitely easier for him to stand closer to the door instead, that it’ll keep him from stumbling back and forth through the aisle, but he’s too polite to ask. Or maybe just too shy.

Eventually, you gesture him forward, pulling out one earbud to direct him to his new spot. “Thank you,” he says softly, switches spots with you with sparkling eyes, like he can’t believe someone would be so kind as to think of him.

From then on, that’s all you do. Think of him, that is.

He takes the same train as you every morning, likes to sit against the windows if possible, but is always the first to give up his seat for another passenger. Then, he’ll migrate towards you. Well, towards the door, but you usually stand by the door, so towards you. Ever since your first encounter, you always let him stand closer to the door, shuffling back and letting him slip past you. He always says thank you, sometimes a trio of thank you, thank you, thank you or sometimes just a nod of his head, soft cheeks pulled taut as he smiles.

He works at a daycare, this much you learn when he drops his faculty ID one day. It’s a few stops after yours (you Googled it) and is situated across a supermarket. He wears a similar ensemble of clothing each day, usually a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. You know it’s because he has a sleeve of tattoos— a little unexpected! —hiding beneath the fabric. You catch sight of something on his wrist one day, tell him it’s pretty, and revel in the bright red flush that settles over his cheeks. Another trio of thank yous, this one punctuated with a bashful quirk of his lips as he fiddles with the cuff of his sleeve.

One day, you catch him on his way home from work. It’s weird seeing him at this hour, the obnoxiously white lights inside the train painting his already fair skin an even lighter color. “Oh,” he says, the tip of his nose red. It’s getting colder now, a few months since you’ve started taking the train together. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you greet back, equally as thrown off by this unexpected encounter. It’s an odd hour, your cart only hosting a few riders. You and Jungkook both get a seat and, wordlessly, you decide to sit together. You’re not sure who decides to sit with who, just that you sit together.

Jungkook’s bag brushes your shoulder and he jerks it away. “Sorry,” he hurries to apologize, placing it on the floor between his feet instead. “Um, did you get out early?”

Your brain stalls. “Wha— yeah,” you cough, trying to remember when you ever told him your work schedule. Vaguely, you think you might’ve mentioned it. But that was months ago— there’s no way Jungkook remembered that, right? “Got sent home early,” you joke, nudging his side. Jungkook offers you a tiny smile, nose and cheeks as rosy as when you were outside.

There’s a pause as the train jostles the two of you back and forth, shoulders touching, souls feeling each other out. Eventually, Jungkook says, “so, you’re free today?” You nod, trying to catch sight of him through your periphery. He’s looking down at his lap, fingers twiddling nervously. “Well, if you’re free…”

Love to Hate (Ch. 1)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Contributor:@baebae-goodnight​ I mean, look at this moodboard. LOOK AT IT.

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness, jungkook calls y/n sweetheart and princess; seokjin is not in the fic (yet), I’m sorry about that

Word Count: 13,103

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bloodlines

Now that most of the world’s population had become vampires, human blood was a rare commodity. And with your genetic immunity from the lamia trait keeping you very human, life had become a complicated game of hide and seek.

Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: Vampire!Jimin; Fluff

Word Count: 600+

Part of the Seven Genre Drabble Challenge

Related storie(s): Just Like Before

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《He always knew how to make you feel loved. Feel wanted.》

Ryen,

Hi, my love. This, reading one of your works, has been a long time coming, and I’m really glad that I read it last night. Reread it this rainy morning so that my thoughts could be more coherent and so that I could submerge myself inside of this beautifully written piece.

Your writing is incredibly emotive, and it felt like as I was placed from scene to scene, it was easy to just live there for a while. Reside in the lustful yet loving relationships the reader experienced that would eventually frame her lifetime and future.

We first have Hoseok. Energetic. Electric. A passionate frenzy of what it feels like to just simply feel alive. What it feels like to be on a roller coaster or skydiving. You may not know which way is up or down, but you know that it feels amazing, and you never want it to stop. Unless, of course, you have acrophobia or aren't an adrenaline junkie. He’s someone that people make movies about. The young adult coming of age films where the main character is at her peak and just says “fuck it” or rather “fuck him” because she knows that he wants it to, and maybe it’s okay to take a risk just this once.

Then there's Yoongi. The ultimate depiction of softness and comfort, mixed with the underlying note of sensuality and carnality. The type of person who makes you realize that you've sunk too deep before you even stepped foot into the water, but you like it there. You like how it overwhelms your senses against your skin and you like seeing new forms of life before your eyes. Something dangerous yet something so beautiful that you simmer in the newfound peace and quiet before feeling the anxiety that things are a bit too forbearing.

Seokjin was a juxtaposition to the others. Someone who makes you feel without thinking. Someone who shows you what it’s like to live in the moment without any remorse or consequence. Just pure unadulterated pleasure without rocking the boat too far.

Each of their stories is a puzzle piece, fitting so perfectly inside the heart and reminiscence of the reader. Each brought a unique wave of high and low. Rises and falls that work as stepping stones to build the peak of the reader’s romances and affinities:

Namjoon.

You felt like a wild animal, caged within his bulky arms and roped in with his lustful gaze.

Namjoon is a smokey and sultry mix of intensity and idleness. Of love and lust. Someone who brings the unearthed parts of you to the forefront and broadcasts them in a space that feels safe and warm, because to him, they are the most beautiful things in the world and it would be a shame for you to not know it yourself.

But his was the one that looked right back without wavering. Without doubt. Time stopped; you weren’t counting down the nights; feelings existed and lasted like a reddened hearth.

This is something people dream about. He is someone that people dream about. And I’m grateful that the reader was able to experience what it feels like to have that for herself and find her own unique sense of peace.

Ryen, this was such a beautiful story, and I loved reading every single word of it. It's honestly a shame that I didn't read this sooner. Nevertheless, I loved it, and I can't wait to read more of your works. I'm sending you all of my love, friend💕

with him. (m) | hyung line

title: with him. (m) pairing: hyung line x reader(f) genre/rating: 18+ ; smut word count: 1.2k summary: in which you remember all the ones before him. warnings: language, house party, penetration, oral, breast play, sl*t/wh*re nicknames notes: this is just a quickie for the wonderful hyung line enthusiast @joheunsaram​ !! i don’t know what came over me bc this just.. produced itself, so happy birthday LOL i hope you like it! if you don’t, you can crumple it, chuck it in the bin, and pretend this never happened sdjklfsd. also, all pics other than the boys can be found on my aesthetic blog @brandisher​ 🤎

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With Hoseok, it started as a blur and ended as a blur. 

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{Kharli aweing over Rain episode 114,78?}

First...It's been a while. I know, I'm sorry. But Rain, this series has never left my mind while I was away, and I'm happy that I'm able to come back to this and resubmerge myself in this extravagant world that you have created.

If my memories are correct, I believe that this is the first time that we see Eunuch Kim (Namjoon) calling Chun-ja his wife and Han-Jae his son and my heart couldn't have gotten more full. I have loved watching their relationship bloom and blossom throughout the series and for it to come to this moment makes me so warm. They deserve this so much and I'm truly happy that they're able to love each other and spend the rest of their forever the way that they want to.

I love that you can feel the love and beauty from Namjoon’s words trickle into the uneasy tone the letter. There is uncertainty in the midst of bubbling turmoil that's lingering in the background as he tries to console his lover, and the way you wrapped these two contrasting images was amazing.

With this series, there's always been this seesaw event of losses and gains. Whenever there is a period of comfort and easiness, tension and strained relationships are never too far away. Now that we're seeing Yoongi step into himself and grow not only in age but mentally with each passing chapter, things such as lobbying due to the economic state of the kingdom and the marriage are a forthcoming notion. Sacrifices might have to be made. His happiness. Someone else's. The foreshadowing of what might come if an arranged marriage occurs definitely brings a lot of emotions, but as Namjoon wrote, things are different now and so I hope and have faith that things will get better. Eventually (because it's you and I know that I have to cry a little first before I see sunshine).

I'm looking forward to continuing this, Rain. You are the greatest and each chapter of this series entrances me more and more. I'm addicted. Sending you lots of love, dear friend. You deserve the galaxy 💕🌠

trivia: june 1870.

a hastily scribbled letter the sender wishes he did not have to write.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader words: 406 contains: our favorite eunuch returns!

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 32. start from the beginning?

My beloved wife,

I miss you and our son more than words can say. Not a day slips by without my thinking of your warm smiles and delicious cooking, but I am afraid I must stay here at the palace for some time longer. There is trouble.

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《“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”》

*sighs*

Will there ever be a point where I am not impressed by you and your words, Willow?

I read this during the summer, and this was actually the story I hinted in my last reblog of yours. To be honest, I’m not sure why I thought that this might have put me in an even more coherent state because right now, my mind is fuzzy with the thoughts of this park scene and maybe what might’ve happened at the movie theatre👀. But I’m also not going to let my mind stray too far off because those are dangerous thoughts, and I’m trying to make it through the day in one piece, haha!

Amazing, beautiful, sultry, and funny are just a few words that have come across my mind while and after reading this, and it is with great pleasure (or maybe pain?) that I will be thinking about this for a while.

Thank you so much, Willow. You are such a talented person, and your mind is filled with the most beautiful constellations and creations. Sending you my love (for the billionth time)💕

"I just want to please you" + "this wasn't supposed to happen this way"

Namjoon and yn, at the park

incredible, nonnie

DATE NIGHT 

wc: 301 rating: explicit warnings: public sex, handjob

“This wasn’t—”

He chokes on the word. He chokes on it, his throat closing around the phrase, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. He even bites his lip to keep the words — more like sounds at this point — from spilling out of his throat.

He always was a little too controlled, you think, and then you squeeze your grip a little tighter and he cries out. The groan is soft and delicious and you want to drink it up.

“Hm? What were you saying?” You tease, your words hardly above a whisper. “It wasn’t what?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen this way,”  he spits out through gritted teeth.

“What? Were you imagining something a little bit more formal?”

“We’re in a fucking—ngh—park!”

Your hand is now twisting up and down his shaft and you can tell he’s close, his breath drawn shabbily through his throat, eyes clenched shut, knuckles turning white.

“You ought to be quieter,” you whisper. “In case anyone else notices.”

“It’s a little hard—  when you’re doing it like that.”

“I just wanted to please you,” you say softly.

It’s something about your voice that does it for him. With a hardly covered groan he cums, filling your hand with his seed. You give him a moment. Let his breath return to normal, his eyes blink open to the summer sun beating down on you both.

“Fuck,” he hisses, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast.”

“You’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, huh?”

He just grins sheepishly at you.

“C’mon,” you say, grabbing a wipe from your bag and cleaning off your hand before offering it to him, helping him to his feet. “Let’s finish our date, shall we? What’s next? A movie?”