What A Fun Unexpected Ask! Hope You Have A Lovely Day.
What a fun unexpected ask! Hope you have a lovely day. ☺️
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Yes, what a thoughtful gift!
for @moonprincejin ♡
Ugh my HEART 🥺🥺🥺
“I gotta make sure you get home safe.”
jungkook x reader genre: fluff; roommates au word count: 3K
a/n: Hi lovelies! Here is a fic from JUNE 2019!!!!!! Mads (@aurorassadprosee) and I started it over two years ago and then just kind of abandoned it, but I’ve always kind of kept it in the back of my mind. So I decided to finish it up, edit it a bit, and here we are. This will be kind of kicking off my venture into au’s. KIND OF. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))
Finally turning the harsh ring of your phone to silent, you groaned as you rolled to your stomach, shielding your eyes from the light dancing through your blinds. Through an open crack in the window, the invasive noise of peak traffic sounded from the streets below your apartment.
Feeling an automatic throb start in your right temple, the nausea of one too many glasses from the night before started to rush upon you, making you bury your face even deeper into your pillow.
Judging by the eight alarms you had ‘snoozed’, you guessed the morning would be over soon, but you didn’t think you were quite ready to face the rest of the day ahead, nor the possibility of standing up without vomiting. As you turned your cheek to press into the pillow, still keeping eyes squeezed shut, the memory of staying up late with your roommate, and downing a bottle of wine each, rushed to the forefront of your mind.
And suddenly, your eyes bursted wide open, allowing the sun to blind you, panic setting in.
“Oh shit,” you exhaled in a whisper to yourself.
I kissed Jungkook?!
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THE BANTER, IT IS TOP TIER Y’ALL. Ugh, enjoyed this story so much!
Won’t You Be My Neighbor - JJK - One Shot
(left photo from cherrypink)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Summary: You do not appreciate your new upstairs neighbor playing music at all hours. Even if it’s good music. Even if he looks like that.
Genre: NeighborAU, RockerJK, Fluff, a bit of Angst (reader has issues), Light Smut
Rating: M (light M, this is me we’re talking about here)
Word Count: almost 8k (wow)
Warnings: Kissing, LANGUAGE (i really like the word ‘fuck’ okay?), making out, ass grabbing, drunkenness, drinking (everyone is of age), i dunno, JK basically after a place on my bias line?
a/n: thanks to @sasseone for her unwavering support and @xjoonchildx who regularly reads bits and pieces and gives them her approval. hope you enjoy. please let me know if you do? :D
I am so sorry to Mr. Rogers for using this as a title. I think he’d be ashamed of me.
Masterlist Ko-Fi AO3
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
Serenade
You have been living here for almost a year when he moves in. And you wouldn’t have realized but the ceiling and floors are thin and you’ve never noticed before because the prior occupant had been an older lady who’d spent most of her time watching the soaps and commenting on the goings-on of the young people in your building.
You kinda miss Mildred.
He is not an old lady. Unless old ladies play guitar at all hours of the night. When you get home from either your night classes or the bar (bartending is paying your rent), all you want is to crash into a dreamless sleep. You do not want to hear someone attempting the guitar riff from ‘You Really Got Me’ (Van Halen version, obviously) or the acoustic strumming of ‘Falling Slowly’ even if it is pretty good in spite of being muffled by the slab of plaster between you.
You give him two nights. Two nights to figure out that there are OTHER PEOPLE in the building. But the third night, you whip yourself out of bed, throw on a hoodie and your fuzzy slippers. You take the stairs two at a time, muttering to yourself and practicing what you’re going to say. You stop at the door, something sounding very Creedence Clearwater Revival coming through and you knock brusquely. The guitar stops and you listen to the approaching footsteps, crossing your arms over your chest, ready to give him a serious ‘what for.’
The door opens and you mentally blank on what you were going to say.
He’s definitely taller than you though it’s hard to say for sure, because the moment he sees you, he leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest in almost a mockery of your position. He wears blue jeans, hung low like men like to wear them and is barefoot (it’s actually a little chilly, isn’t it?). You bring your eyes up to the fact that he is not wearing a shirt and apparently perfection exists outside of a magazine.
Tattoos all along his right arm, teasing onto his chest. His skin is the color of honey, appearing warm and inviting against the stark black lines of his tattoos. The ink should make him seem intimidating and cold, but his eyes are another thing entirely.
Chocolate. Chocolate brown eyes, big and innocent if not for the smirk he is gracing you with. His dark head of hair is tousled in a way that reminds you how unfair it is that men have to spend so little time on themselves to look attractive.
“Can I help you?” Oh, of course, the guitar playing, shirtless angel also has an accent.
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