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The time has come for the release of my 5th reshade preset! 

I originally made it for my Sims 3 gameplay, but decided to test it in Sims 4 one day and since then I got a lot of questions asking about what preset I was using. I can now finally share it and call it by it’s new name boho dreams and not “my sims 3 reshade.” I’d say boho dreams gives off more of a vintage feel than my previous reshade vintageDAYZE. It also has more of a warmer red tint to it like solarBREEZE v2 has.

*Made with reshade version 3.0.8.183

You can watch my video here to see the preset in action.

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#mods

these 22 family mods will make gameplay 10x more enjoyable!!

part one: gameplay mods

better social bunny - this mod adds the ability to randomly post, less computer generated sounding posts and 1200+ new messages!

bed cuddles - oldie but a goldie, a cute cuddling interaction between couples in bed.

health redux - this mod adds infections, doctors, prescriptions and even health related deaths (this is togglable)

cooking club afterschool - this mod adds another career for teens, the cookery club! especially helpful for those challenges where you need cooking skills!

realistic childbirth - adds more ways for your sim to give birth, rather than a rabbit hole birth!

more personality please - this mod is now updated for GT, giving all family members new interactions, responses and better autonomy.

realistic pregnancy overhaul - this mod adds ultrasounds, healthy/unhealthy pregnancies, and much more!

all woohoo is risky - want a realistic pregnancy chance? well, this mod is for you. all woohoo is TFB!

the mood pack - adds more moods to sims, depending on the strength and the events going on around them!

traumatic divorce for kids - children in ts4 don't care when their parents get divorced (unrealistic much?) this mod adds buffs to them depending how close they are to their parents!

meaningful stories - in the sims, your sim randomly goes from one emotion to the other. this mod adds a nice transition between each emotion and an actual good amount of time to feel each buff!

part two: bug fixes/overhauls

fear of dead-end job - this mod fixes those times when your sim randomly hates their job for no reason, thank you.

no dissapearing family tree - in ts4, the family tree often deletes family members after a certain amount of generations, this mod makes them last on there forever!

faster homework - kids can now do homework in less time, which means more time for fun!

child drawing replacements - this mod adds updated and HQ kid drawings to the game! now you no longer have to lie to your kid and say their drawing looks good!

GT invite any family members - in GT, you can only invite family members you have a relationship with, but this mod allows you to invite ALL members, even if you do not know them.

show adoption buff - when adopting a child, you get no buff with them alluding to the adoption, this mod adds a cute little message reminding of the unconditional love

easier infants - when playing with a big family, it's hard to keep up with EVERY sim, so infants need a lot of attention. which is fine one on one, but this mod slows their needs down by 50%, making it easier for gameplay!

better science babies - when asking for science baby with spouse, they're always for it. but this doesn't make sense with some sims personalities, or relationship with the sim. this mod makes it more interactive and realistic!

unlocked family interactions - kids/toddlers/teens have locked interactions with family, this mod unlocks these so you can have more creative interactions with the family!

cas unlocks - this mod is a minor tweak, allowing access to all cas functions for infants.

control pets - allows you to have full control as a pet, helpful for gameplay and screenies!

Nuage Set (13 items)

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BGC

hair has default EA palette.

custom thumbnails

Some pieces have unique swatches and don´t necessarily follow my default palette.

Nyla hair includes a non-strand version.

credits: @surprisepeach for the t-shirt designs

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Bad Omega, Sweet Omega JJK (m)

Pairing – Omega! Jeongguk x Reader

Genre – Werewolf AU, Smut, Angst, fluff, Omega Going Into Heat AU

Summary – [This year Jeongguk’s heat leads to unexpected discoveries. You always thought that Jeongguk hates your guts even though his wolf liked to cuddle you. Until you find yourself in a sticky situation in the bathroom while the pack members try to break down the door.]

Warnings – angst, jeongguk is a little feral at the beginning, he corners you and licks your neck, sexual tension, multiple sex scenes, scenting, kissing, lots of licks, dom! jeongguk but also sub! jeongguk he switches but mostly dom gukie I think (yeah I don’t know what happened to me guys my hand slipped), unprotected vaginal sex, hair pulling, making out, bondage (guk is tied up), werewolf heat sex, dirty talk, jeongguk is needy, overstimulation, face sitting, oral (both receiving), fingering, blowjob, handjob, body worship, tongue fucking, multiple orgasms, knotting, raw penetration, possessive guk, big dick guk, size kink (because it’s me), edging, rough-(ish) fucking, creampie(s),  scent kink, biting/marking (one bite to be exact and it’s not gukie), implied cockwarming, period sex (!), guk is your personal heater, cuddles, aftercare, shower sex, confessions, lovemaking, breast play, biting kink, slow fucking

Word Count – (10k)

Author note. This is a spin off to my fic ’Bad Alpha, Sweet Alpha’ this is the same universe.

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”I got the chains. Can I come in?” You whisper-yell through the door, pacing around the backyard when no one answers even though you knocked twice and called every pack member except for one who you know won’t reply. It seems like everyone is occupied for some reason. Unsure if you should drop it off and book it or wait for someone to reply to your text messages you start chewing on your lower lip anxiously.

You don’t know what to do. After weighing your options you choose the latter and take another peek at your device. You came this far so you shouldn’t give up now. It’s literally a life and death situation you can’t let them down.

You know they’re home, they wouldn’t let poor Jeongguk be alone when he’s in heat.

It’s your wellbeing that you’re kinda worried about. They said that an omega in heat can smell you even from a mile and while you were never particularly good at math even you know that the numbers are not in your favour so close to the packhouse.

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Quench your Thirst, I Beg You (1) | JJK

♡ Pairing: Vampire! Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 1,6k

♡ Genre: vampire! au, mature, mentions of smut, not for minors.

♡ summary: after years y/n meets face to face with the boy that she took his virginity from, just to encounter that he is a grown men now and he wants her back, this time forever.

♡ a/n: it's going to be 2 parts, i hope you enjoy! *:･ﾟ✧ all rights reserved©

You looked at you half way drink saddened, your friend decided that she rather past the time with her new conquest which she now was somewhere on the dance floor, neon lights shined too brightly an the crowd was increasing, the promising Saturday night was now tainted with solitude and boredom, now you were drunk and sleepy, your only option was going home, annoyed at your friend you quickly texted her, emptied your glass and started to move towards the dance floor to make your way to the exit.

While you were walking through the crowd of drunk people your eyes noticed a masculine figure a few meters away, it was very hard not to notice, since his presence was quite enchanting, the muscular tatted figure was dancing seductively with a girl, his clothes black and tight, the subtle silver jewelry that twinkled when the lights touched it, his face somewhat hidden in the shadows and his movements that made difficult see his features, but you didn’t miss his eyebrow piercing that shined quickly, such presence was worthy of admiration, but you couldn’t stay just there staring so you move towards the exit until you are out of the club, what you saw there was not human, he was more like a sensual demon that will only live in your memory, apparently.

That night drunk and alone, you pull out your trustworthy vibrator out of the drawer and turned it on, you pleasured yourself with that mysterious stranger in mind, trying to imagine how handsome his face must look like, his hand with ringed fingers tracing your silhouette just to pinch your nipples with lust while the other hand pleasured your clit, your orgasm arrived quickly, now satisfied you went to sleep unknowing of the observant look of two red eyes that watched you the entire time, the voyeur smiled widely at the sight of your sleeping figure.

*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

Sunday morning was lazy as usual, you didn’t want to leave bed but the buzzing sound of your phone was getting on your nerves, you quickly saw the multiple notifications of your friend, you sighted while scrolling through the texts:

[9:13 a.m] Bora: hey let’s hang out in the park today by the river

[9:20 a.m] Bora: don’t ignore meeee

[10:04 a.m] Bora: I better see you there otherwise I will reconsider our entire friendship.

You whined even though nobody was there to comfort you, kicking the air with frustration you got out of bed, took a shower and got ready with something comfortable and nice to wear, by the time you arrived her phone wasn’t picking up any of your calls, you wanted to cry, now that you are actually there you would at least look out for her so you leaving the bed in a Sunday morning wasn’t in vain, you started to walk after a few minutes you gave up and left angry texts before turning around and find on a close distance that particular stranger that you fantasized the night before.

You recognized him immediately, even though he was using a different more sporty clothes his essence was the same, now in broad daylight you could fill the gaps of the every detail of his person, his big thighs, his somewhat small waist, his strong built, his tatted arm and hand, his sculpted neck and his…familiar face.

You, in fact, could not believe your eyes, the man that you are seeing turns out to be Jungkook, that junior in college that could not even look at your eyes, that had difficulty to talk to you informally not matter how many times you told him that it was okay, the boy that looked at you intensely but quickly blushed, very soft and innocent, but also the one that begged you to take his virginity one intense night of drinking after you both ended a project and started to make out.

For you it was just the natural course after drinking some and having someone in your company, for him though…, he was on beyond elated, permanent blush on his cheeks, his big eyes closed in a bliss, his hands trembling on your waist, his soft lips kissed you sweet and delicately, you were not used to that of course, and even though that wasn’t your preference you still enjoyed it, it was quite refreshing the fervor and dedication that Jungkook was giving you.

After long passionate minutes of making out, both were panting, sweating and needy.

And he looked at you in the eye, this time he seamed more decided that ever.

His swollen lips, his pleading eyes, his quite pronounce erection, he was ready to be devoured..

‘’Nuna, please…’’ he begged ‘’let me make you mine, for tonight if you want, I will die if you not touch me’’ he managed to say, you honestly were glad that you were on the same page.

‘’Jungkook, whatever your strategy is, it worked perfectly, I need you all over me right now’’ you said unbuttoning your blouse, he was amused but with a confused look on his face he said:

‘’Nuna… you are the only want that I ever wanted to be with, it was worth it, all those years of waiting’’

‘’waiting for what?’’ you asked not ready for his sincere response.

‘’waiting to make love, nuna’’ he said blushed again ‘’I haven’t done it yet, but knowing that is going to be with you, I don’t regret it one minute’’ he said softspoken.

‘’Jungkook are you a virgin?’’ you asked amazed, no guy this cute at the age of 23 was a virgin, you always thought that Jungkook was one of those quiet guys that was secretly a freak in bed, turns out he was innocent all this time just as he presented himself.

Jungkook embarrassedly nodded.

‘’ Is that bad?’’ he asked with fear.

‘’No!’’ you quickly responded, I mean, this by all means was so different from what you are used to, but nevertheless you were turn on by his sincerity and his dedication ’’No, Jungkook, that’s the opposite of bad, I just want to be with you tonight’’ Jungkook smiled victorious.

‘’then nuna, I beg you, touch me now’’ he said closing the space between you and him, starting an experience that he would never forget.

Jungkook…changed… a lot.

He looked more mature, of course, but it was more than the obvious, it was his whole self, his attitude, his energy, not only, the tattoos or his new style, the cute soft spoken boy in college was replaced for this attractive and dominant man that could destroy all your defenses with a crook of his eyebrows or a seductive smile.

You felt embarrassed to fantasized that way of him, mainly because how the things ended with him, after the night that two spend together, you sporadically saw each other, but you graduated and he was transferred to a university in Europe, he was constantly seeking out for you trying to make things work but you ghosted him, and you to this day felt bad for doing that.

Having him a few meters away its making you fight the impulses of running in the opposite direction, but you needed to stay calm and walk away discretely, but sadly for you he noticed you seconds later, making his way just right in front of you.

He took a look into your eyes, something about him was drastically different but you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, his black doe eyes expanded while he raised his eyebrows.

‘’nuna?’’ he smiled ‘’it’s me Jungkook!’’ he said confident.

‘’oh Jungkook, it’s been a while’’ you said trying to not sound awkward, but before you could do anything else, a pair of strong arms embraced you and tightly carried you through the air spinning in excitement.

‘’oh god, I can’t believe this’’ he said, the excitement was noticeable in his voice, he quickly put you down just to seconds later process the fact that he spined you around in the air ‘’nuna, so sorry, I’m just happy to see you again’’

‘’you are changed’’ you said to him also processing the strength that Jungkook possessed.

‘’and you haven’t changed a bit since the last time I saw you’’ he responded ‘’you are still the prettiest’’

You couldn’t help to blush.

‘’we have so much stuff to catch up, nuna, let’s exchange numbers’’

And that’s how it begin, your friend was long forgotten the next hours, as you went to a café spending time with Jungkook talking about how your lives had changed for the past two years, he finished his degree in Rome, then he spent other year in London to settle down in Korea for good, he was so knowledgeable in a lot of things, he was well travelled and he didn’t lose time in getting fit, he didn’t mentioned any girlfriend which you had to embarrassingly admit you got happy about, he was confident as never before, he didn’t hesitated to make contact with you every time he could, his hands casually fixing your hair, his knees making contact with yours, his little touches.

You were enchanted by him.

In a few hours you craved his attention, his touch, his sweet voice, you wanted him, carnal as you saw him in the club, passionate just like you two used to make love.

You needed him to satisfy that necessity.

It was intentional.

Jungkook surprised himself in how quickly the things were flowing in his favor, he knew about that inherit charm that could get any human intoxicated with his charm.

He was attracting the fly to his spiderweb, tensing the threads, designing the perfect trap, he just needed to press the right buttons.

The gods know how much he waited, how much he suffers, how much thirst he has.

His instincts were hard to control, his will power is strong, but he could not resist for much longer.

And when he finally has his prize, he won’t let go.

Goodnotes App Digital Bundle - Howl’s Moving Castle (Lite)

Due to my addiction to genshin impact I have not been on top of my creation game. However I am slowly returning to that momentum! To start it off here is a small quick pack for one of my favorite studio Ghibli films: Howl’s Moving Castle! I will most likely add a few additional materials in relation to this separately, so here is a simple set for now. Enjoy!

Please do show off your notes if used! I would love to see! Feel free to tag me here or on instagram: lgbtanimes!

Bundle Includes:

10 Notebook Covers

Composition Notebook

Simplistic Notebook

Multiple different Sticky Notes

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Apps My Notebook Can Work With:

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Notability

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Xodo (Android)

Bamboo Paper (Android)

Metamoji

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Hopefully, another anime/manga/manhwa bundle will be posted next week…

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Aim For The Heart- Masterlist

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

Official word count: ongoing

warnings: language, perverted men, past rape attempts, attempted murder, uh actual murder, non-main character death, blood, guns, knives, anxiety attacks, depression, injuries, this isn’t all in one chapter!!

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Copyright © @writemywaytoyourheart 2021

This story is protected under copyright. If I find out anyone has stolen my writings I will not hesitate to take legal action against it. Do. Not. Steal. My. Work.

Table Of Contents: New Chapter Every Friday 6:30pm MST!

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mind of mine

summary: you, a data scientist, have always found comfort in numbers and analysis. and there’s jungkook, a tattoo artist who has always been in your orbit, just on the edge. for years. attraction has swirled between you both from the beginning, but neither of you seem to do anything about it. until now. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: alcohol, cursing, driving without a helmet, smut in later chapters, toxic friendship/dynamics a/n: i’ll try to post this twice a week…but no promises. and yeah this is based off of some zayn songs across all 3 albums<3

one. GOOD YEARS two. BRIGHT three. WRONG four. BORDERSZ five. REAR VIEW six. RAINBERRY seven. IF I GOT YOU eight.  TIO nine. UNFUCKWITABLE ten. TIGHTROPE eleven. IMPRINT twelve. WHEN LOVE’S AROUND

drabbles

what did jungkook and jieun discuss?

last update: july 18; main story is COMPLETE

just jungkook being a lil cutie💕  (for @balenciaguks)

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Pretty Boy

sharp cookie - JJK | M

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x reader

summary: when your ex-boyfriend, aka new boss, asks for a chance, you struggle to believe him when he says that he has changed his womanizing ways.

based on this request.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 13.1K

warnings/tags: strong language, CEO!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, Y/N is impulsive, explicit smut-unprotected sex, dirty talk, choking, edging, slight overstimulation, fingering, soft to rough sex, multiple positions, creampie, masturbation, oof fucking with a diamond necklace on

a/n: hope you liked this anon!

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“Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you Y/N-ssi.”

Bowing, you smile at the tall, bespectacled man, taking his extended hand in yours.

“Just Y/N is fine, you are…?”

“I’m Kim Taehyung, I’m kind of like the art collector here.”

Taking the seat that he points to next to the reception desk, you survey your surroundings, the empty space glowing in the golden hue of the lighting, the smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. You love the peace and quiet here, a stark contrast to your previous working environment.

“So…”

You gesture to the walls, a boxy grin splitting his face as he walks over to where you’re seated.

“You probably know that we’ve just got done with setting up this place. Most of the pieces are on their way here. I have a few in the storage but I need to work through them and get them out here. Have you met Kim Namjoon? The manager? He should’ve been here by now,” he glances at his watch, “we’re still sorting out his office so he’s at the reception desk for now, your office is done. I mean, that is if you get the job. Which I totally think you will! I’ve seen your credentials.”

You chuckle, waving him off, “it seems like I’m the only one here for this post.”

Nodding, he tugs his pants at the knee as he sits down next to you, “others were here yesterday, but our boss can be picky. He came in personally for the interviews, said that marketing is one of the most important aspects when it comes to an art gallery.”

“Yes one of them, I think that your job is absolutely paramount in this business.”

He shoots you a smirk, “guess we’ll be working together.”

“If I get this job,” you counter, giving him a playful smile.

“Which you will.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the space, holding the copy of your resume tightly in your hands. After a few minutes of silence, a thought that has been nagging at the back of your mind comes to the forefront.

“When you say your boss can be picky…you’re talking about Kim Seokjin right?”

He opens his mouth to answer when the sound of a phone ringing interrupts him.

Trotting back to the reception desk, you watch him answer the phone and mutter a few ‘okays.’ Putting the phone down, he beams at you, “you can go in now. Fighting!”

Rubbing your palms on your skirt, you adjust your bag around your shoulder and walk to the door he had indicated earlier. You knock on the door twice, but no one answers. Taking it as your cue to enter, you open the door and shut it again carefully, spinning around to see a large desk in front of a floor to ceiling window, a man in a suit with his back facing toward you as a woman next to him seems to be adjusting his tie then starts buttoning up her shirt, a large smile on her face as she smooths her hair down.

Clearing your throat, the woman takes notice of your presence. Her eyebrows furrow, loud voice startling you.

“Who said you could come in?”

Taking a few steps forward, you place your resume on the desk in front of the man whose back is still facing you.

“Taehyung, at the reception…”

Gaze flicking between your face and the resume, she picks up a black pen, shoving the folder around.

“We already have this,” you notice some of her red lipstick smeared on her chin.

“I know,” you swallow, “it had said that I should carry one to the interview.”

Leaning back in her chair, she crosses her arms, placing one leg over the other as she points to the chair in front of the desk. The man’s hand reaches for her thigh, squeezing it through her black stockings. You bow, trying to calm your breathing as you prepare for their questions.

“So tell us, why should we hire you?”

Jumping right into it, you think. You feel a little tense from the way she’s looking at you, almost like she’s sizing you up. But you push those thoughts away and think of why you’re here in the first place.

“When I read the job posting, I noticed that you were looking for someone with a mid- or intermediate level of marketing experience for the art gallery. If you have a look at my resume-“

“We’ve already been through your resume. Give us something else.”

You hold back a cough when the man interrupts you, back still turned to you. How rude.

Do these people even know what a proper interview entails? How unprofessional of them to be intimate during working hours, especially when a potential employee is in their presence. They probably think you can’t see what’s going on behind the desk. Judging from this short exchange, it seems like you won’t be able to work with people like them.

“I’m sorry,” you stand from your seat, grabbing your resume from the desk and bowing one last time. Giving the back of the man’s head a glare. You’ll find a job elsewhere, you’re here in Seoul after years and there are plenty marketing jobs out there. You just thought that working in an art gallery might be a little exciting, far different from your other marketing posts.

You’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when the woman whispers something to the man, he spins around, finally showing you his ug-

“Jungkook?”

“Y/N?”

You stare at each other, jaws touching the floor, frozen in place.

5 YEARS AGO

“I love this weather.”

The boy sitting next to you hums, too engrossed in his phone to actually appreciate the weather.

You adjust your position on the couch, placing your chin on your hands as you watch the raindrops trickle down the window.

“Did you speak to your dad and brother?”

He shakes his head, lip tucked between his teeth as his thumbs work at a fast pace, typing away. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering who he could be chatting to if you’re sitting right here. It can’t be any of his family members, they’re too old to chat. Plus, his friends are probably pissed out drunk at this time.

“Who are you chatting to?”

Shaking his head again, he moves away from you, elbow digging into the armrest.

“Jungkook,” you whine, “you’ve been on that damn phone ever since we got here. This is our chill time. Remember?”

“Fuck Y/N, could you stop being such a nag?”

You’re a bit taken aback at his tone, he never raises his voice at you, ever. Something is definitely up.

Scooting closer to him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest into his back and kissing the mole on his neck. He sighs, locking his phone and placing it screen down on the couch. He unhooks your hands from around his chest, gently pushing you away, eyes not meeting yours.

A small frown forms on your face at his reaction, he loves your cuddles, you can feel tears prickle your eyes.

“Y/N,” he scratches behind his neck, you watch him attentively, waiting for him to tell you what’s wrong.

“I think…I think we should break up.”

You can feel your heart thud in your chest, hands shivering as you blink at him. The boy in front of you suddenly a stranger.

“W-Why?” Tears start to roll down your flushed cheeks, nose clogging up.

“Because…We’ve been together for so long since high school and-“

“SO?!”

Your face is hot, anger seeping through you at his words. How could he suddenly have this change of heart, everything was fine just yesterday. You’re trying to look into his eyes but he avoids your gaze, picking at his calluses.

“We’ve been together for so long and aren’t you bored?”

You surge forward, taking his hands in yours, “no, Jungkook, I’m not bored. I love you. I meant everything I said before. I will never get bored of you-“

Your voice is nasally, shaking as you try to plead with him.

Removing his hands from your hold, he places them in your lap, his eyes finally meeting yours and the look in them tells you everything you need to know.

“B-But you’re bored of me?”

More of a question than a statement but his face lights up like you finally got what he’s trying to say. Your heart thunders in your chest, stomach flipping at the thought that Jungkook won’t be in your life anymore. That you weren’t enough to make him stay, that your words meant nothing to him, that all his words could’ve been lies.

“Not bored…But I think we should see other people, I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to but Y/N, we’re gonna be twenty-two very soon and- and don’t you think that five years is a long time?”

You don’t respond, knowing that when Jungkook has his mind set on something, no one, not even you could change his mind.

“I think that these are our years to have fun, not be in a committed relationship.”

His words strike through your chest, you just want him out of your sight.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He smiles, coming closer to give you a hug but you push him away, giving him a teary smile back.

“So let’s watch a movie now,” he reaches for the remote but you snatch it from him.

He gives you a perplexed look, you avert your gaze to the hallway.

“Uhm, I think I’m coming down with the flu. Can I rest?”

“Y/N, don’t be like that…”

“Don’t be like what?!”

Your chest is heaving, his eyes are blank as he searches yours. He grabs his coat and heads for the door, muttering a ‘bye, Y/N’ as it clicks shut.

Wordlessly, you grab the tissue box from the coffee table, padding down the hallway and locking your room door. Flopping face first into your mattress, your cries are muffled, unsure of what to do with the hurt that surmounts physical pain.

What hurts the most was that he didn’t even seem sad to not be with you anymore. He even thought that everything could go back to normal, that you could be friends despite having so much of history together. No more Jungkook and Y/N.

You’ve even had your first time together after you graduated high school, your sobs get louder when his face of pure happiness and pleasure fills your mind, how he made sure to be gentle with you, how you explored your likes and dislikes together.

He was probably the sweetest, most considerate guy you have ever met in your entire life, how could you miss the signs? You try to pinpoint a moment from today, from yesterday, from last week, last month, when did things change for him? When did he realize that he doesn’t love you anymore? What if he never loved you? You literally handed him your heart all those years ago, you can still remember the day you fell in love with him.

Your blanket is soaked with tears, but you couldn’t care, you only care about the fact that Jungkook was probably lying to you all this time. How easy it was for him to let everything go.

Sitting up on your elbows, you wipe your tears away roughly, sniffling as you snatch your phone from the nightstand, blocking his number and blocking him from everything.

If only it was that easy to block him from your heart.

Weeks pass and Jungkook’s intentions became perfectly clear to you when you saw him at a few parties during the weekends. A different girl on his arm each time you saw him on campus, not an ounce of sadness, when you spend all your nights crying and thinking of the past, wondering where you went wrong when you were so in love. At least, you know you were.

You know that it would be a long, long time before you get over him, a new man in your life is out of the question. Despite the fact that Jimin is trying extremely hard to set you up with his friends. They’re charming and sweet, but you don’t want to hurt someone else due to the fact you aren’t over your ex.

You decide to channel your energy on things that matter, things like your career and your future. It’s okay to think of him now and again, but time heals all wounds.

PRESENT

Jungkook can feel the blood rush to his ears. He stands from his chair and makes his way to you, your eyes are as wide as saucers as you look him up and down, he smirks, doing the same. You look as soft as he remembers, however, the look in your eyes tells him that years have passed, a much more mature woman standing in front of him. Before he can think twice, he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He shuts his eyes as he sniffs your hair, your sweet candy scent now replaced with rich vanilla.

When you break apart, he can’t tear his eyes away from you, the interview and everything else forgotten. You look beautiful in the beige coat, he always loved neutral colors on you.

“Do you two know each other or something?”

His eyes flicker to Soojin still sitting at the desk, he knows how intimidated she gets in the presence of his attractive clients, he can only imagine how she must feel in front of you, especially when his hands are still placed on your shoulders.

Taking a step back and away from his hold, your voices overlap as you answer the question.

“Yes.”

“No.”

Jungkook chuckles at your response, you might be right, you knew each other. Past tense. He’d love to get to know the new you.

“Y/N, this is my assistant Soojin,” he watches you give her a wary smile.

“Soojin, this is Y/N, Euphoria’s new Marketing Manager.”

Jungkook doesn’t give Soojin time to protest before he’s handing you a few documents.

“Soojin, would you give us a few minutes, thank you.”

When the door shuts behind her, he turns to you, his smile doesn’t falter as your face is set in a blank expression.

“You didn’t have to give me the job, that wasn’t a proper interview.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walks over to his chair, gesturing to the jug of water on the table. You shake your head, taking the seat you had previously occupied, scanning the documents he gave you.

“I know you’re capable,” he shrugs, unable to take his eyes off of you, you’re even more beautiful than the last time he saw you, he cocks his head as his eyes rake down your figure, not much to see with your long coat concealing most of it but he does notice that your boobs look fuller. Your habit of forming a pout as you concentrate on signing the documents makes him smile.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” you speak, gaze still fixed on the documents.

He chuckles, knowing what you’re referring to. You must’ve seen the interaction with Soojin.

“Well, I can only hope you haven’t.”

Your eyes lift to meet with his, a smirk plastered on his face. You still have the same blank expression on yours as you hand him the documents, gaze unfaltering as he lets his fingers brush yours as he takes the stack of papers from you. You bow, carrying your bag as you walk to the door. He’s a little confused, he thought that you would catch up on these past few years.

“Hey, wait, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other in years,” walking over to you, he buttons his blazer, hearing you sigh.

You stop in place, turning around to give him a smile, one that could be described as professional.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sajangnim.”

His eyebrows furrow, you’ve known each other since high school and now you’re acting all formal with him.

“What’s with the formalities? How have you been, Y/N? You look great.”

“Thanks, you too,” your eyes flicker to his lips, “red looks good on you.”

You turn on your heel, exiting the room with him still confused at your remark. He doesn’t have any red on him?

-

“Oh my God, Jimin. I don’t know what possessed me to sign those papers.”

You hear your friend chortle over the speaker, “the power of Jeon dick!”

“Please,” granola stuffed into your cheek, “that dick has been all over the country.”

“Yeah, but it was fresh when you had it.”

You set the spoon in your bowl, pointing at the screen threateningly, “I did not call you to discuss Jungkook’s dick.”

He raises his hands defensively, “I’m just saying, you did say he got better each time.”

“Chim!”

“Okay okay, I’m done. But in all seriousness, don’t you think it’s weird that you completely missed the fact that he owns that gallery.”

You nod, swallowing your yoghurt, “when I did research, he was literally nowhere on the site, it just stated that Kim Seokjin is working on the development of the art gallery. BUT when I checked on the site a few hours ago, and did a little more digging, turns out that Kim Seokjin works under Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc, who owns that building and left that space for the sole purpose of building said gallery.”

“I think it’s so funny that all he ever complained about when you two were together was how he’ll never take over his father’s business yet here he is.”

You hum, “but one thing I know for sure, he’s still a massive flirt. It’s just so…weird that he happened to be-“

“Your boss!”

“Uhm yeah, I just hope he keeps me out of his love affairs. We might be exes but the only thing I’ll have with him is a strict professional relationship.”

“Fate is inevitable Y/N.”

“I think it was just the circumstances.”

Jimin yells into the speaker, “don’t deny fate!”

“Stop yelling! I miss you! When are you coming back to Seoul?”

“Hmm, before the gallery opening, don’t worry.”

“You better,” you warn, “I’m gonna need you there.”

“Why?” He smirks, “need me to save you from Jungkook’s massive schlo-“

“Shut the fuck up Jimin! That’s it, goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, or should I say sweet di-“

Shutting your laptop, you set your now empty bowl on the nightstand and pull your blanket over your head. You need all the sleep you can get for your first day tomorrow.

-

It’s 6:46AM when you arrive at the building, Taehyung had messaged to inform you that they plan on opening the doors to the public by the end of this week, so that means earlier mornings for now.

Pushing the glass doors open, you see someone sitting at the reception desk, not Taehyung. He lifts his head when he hears your heels clicking on the tiles. Waving, you make your way over to introduce yourself, this must be Kim Namjoon.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the-“

“Sales Marketing Manager of Euphoria Gallery, I’m Kim Namjoon, just the regular manager around here but it seems like I’m also the receptionist,” he stands from his seat, two deep dimples denting his cheeks.

Chuckling, you shake his hand, “Taehyung had told me that you’re still looking for a receptionist and your office isn’t complete as yet.”

He walks around the counter, “yeah. Guess I just have to deal with it for now. Come, let me show you your office.”

As you walk along the small hallway that’s near the reception desk, he fills you in on what the plans are for this week. How they had received over one hundred submissions when the opening of this gallery was announced.

“Taehyung’s got his work cut out for him,” you toss your hair behind your shoulder to readjust your bag.

He nods, fitting a key into a white door with a blank nametag stuck to it.

“So do I, he’s just the dealer, I plan the exhibits and stuff. And so do you Y/N. I already set all the files on your desk, you’d just have to work through them,” he holds the door open for you to enter, bright sunlight lighting up the space, “but Taehyung handled the first few sales until someone took your-“

Both you and Namjoon spot someone sitting behind your desk, he spins around in the black leather chair.

“Jungkookie? What are you doing here this early?”

Namjoon’s voice goes high-pitched to show his surprise which matches yours, but Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on you. You see Namjoon look between the two of you from the corner of your eye when silence settles in the warm space.

“Leave us hyung.”

Namjoon silently exits the room, closing the door behind him as he goes.

You avert your gaze to the view behind him, setting your bag and water bottle on the desk as you speak.

“I think this is supposed to be my desk.”

He chuckles, sitting up from the seat and pushing his coat back to stuff his hands into his pockets.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

You scoff, walking to the desk to skim the files that Namjoon had mentioned earlier. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I talk to an old friend?”

You lift your head to look at him, “an old friend? I think you’re forgetting something.”

Taking a step closer to you, his eyes move up and down your body, you suddenly feel so exposed under his gaze. You take a step back and hold up your palms to keep him away.

“I remember everything about you, Y/N.”

“Listen. Jungkook. This is my job now which I take very seriously. I don’t have time for all your bullshit. I’ve left that in college. So would you please keep this relationship professional?”

He stops in his tracks, cocking his head to the side as he searches your eyes, you take notice of the eyebrow piercing.

“Funny, you’re here today.”

His eyebrows furrow, “I own this place, Y/N.”

Folding your arms, you lean your hip on the desk, “I mean, funny that you’re here, where you are, today. Jeon Jungkook, owner of Jeon Inc. I didn’t think you’d give in to your father.”

That seems to rattle him a bit, he moves to stare out the window, “on my terms of course.”

You hum, remembering his parent’s aversion to tattoos and piercings.

“That’s why I’m investing in this gallery,” he continues, “it’s something I want. And if I can’t sell my art then I’ll help others sell theirs.”

It still doesn’t make sense to you, but you’ll let it go for now. If you continue to talk about your personal matters, you’ll eat your own words of keeping this relationship strictly professional.

Sighing loudly, he turns around to look at you and you flicker your gaze to the files on your desk.

“I have work to do.”

He nods in understanding, walking over to the door but not before calling over his shoulder, “I’ll be back, Y/N.”

Is that a threat or a promise?

-

The week passes by quickly and it’s already Friday, you, Namjoon and Taehyung had worked tirelessly throughout the week to get everything in order for the opening tomorrow.

Jungkook was there every day, without the woman from your interview, at your desk, still pestering you about…you still have to figure out what he wants from you but the bedroom eyes he keeps shooting your way gives you a vague idea. Which is a warning for: avoid at all costs.

It’s only natural to keep your guard up around him. He ruined your chances of love for a few years, constantly keeping your walls up around men who could’ve possible been good for you. Jimin had said that you shouldn’t project your trust issues on others but it’s just you who has trust issues. It’s a part of your character now, to constantly be wary of what they say to you, not to believe them so easily.

If you’ve pushed other guys away because of him, your scepticism is heightened with Jungkook. He is the one who caused it in the first place, the one who shattered your heart and then pretended like nothing ever happened. Even now, you’ve obviously gotten over everything but there’s still a part of you that aches, he was your first love, your first everything.

You exit the elevator with Taehyung, chatting excitedly about tomorrow when he halts in his step. Following his gaze, you notice Jungkook standing a few feet away from you at the lounge area, watching the two of you.

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow,” you tug on Taehyung’s cardigan.

“Where are you going?”

“It looks like he wants to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you pout.

Chuckling, he detaches your hand from his clothing, “well, you have to. He’s our boss and I know he can be a bit scary but- Wait did he try his tricks on you or anything?”

You see Jungkook’s pierced eyebrow jump when he sees the two of you whispering, “he’s actually my ex from college days.”

“Seriously? Wasn’t he kind of a-“

“Before that,” you roll your eyes.

Taehyung’s mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, glancing at Jungkook then leaning over to speak in your ear, “he’s probably gonna ask you to be his date for the opening tomorrow. Just say you’re going with me.”

You nod, then turn your head to look at Taehyung again, “but I can’t lie, he’ll obviously be there tomorrow.”

“No you idiot! You are gonna be my date!”

“Ohhhhh, thank you…for asking me.”

“Yes,” he hugs you then pushes you in Jungkook’s direction, “now go.”

Stumbling in front of Jungkook, he raises a finger to point between you and Taehyung’s retreating figure, “what’s going with you two?”

“Oh nothing.”

You honestly don’t have to explain yourself to him.

“What did you want,” you question, glancing at your watch like you’re so desperate to get home to your key lime pie.

“Oh,” he smooths down a strand of hair, “would you want to come with me to the opening? You know like a date? A plus one?”

You click your tongue, “Taehyung already asked me. I’m sorry.”

Even though you’re totally not sorry.

You see a flash of something wash over his features, but you don’t know what it was. Probably not used to getting turned down.

You hear him mumble Taehyung’s name and you realise that you’ve been standing there awkwardly. Saying goodnight, you begin to walk away from him when he calls out your name. Stopping with your hand on the silver handle, you curse and turn around, seeing him make his way to you.

“Then let’s have dinner, have you eaten yet?”

Crap.

“No, I haven’t,” not even trying to conceal the irritation in your voice.

“Then let’s eat, I can take you to this one restaurant, their steak is to die for. You love steak, right?”

Your stomach growls at the mention of steak and your heart clenches at the thought that he actually remembers what you like to eat. But you shake your head, burying that feeling.

“Yeah but my car is here.”

You find yourself following him into the parking lot.

“I’ll ask one of my drivers to take it to your apartment. Keys?”

“You know where I live?”

Your voice sounds so dumb when it came out and you want to slap yourself because obviously he would, he-

“You’re my employee Y/N.”

“Right, right.”

“Keys?”

He holds out his palm, you rummage through your bag and drop the keys into his hand. He beams at you as he unlocks his car.

“Get in, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Sluggishly, you open the passenger side door, the fresh scent that could only belong to a new car fills your nostrils. He always liked Mercedes. As you’re appreciating the interior, you suddenly acknowledge that you’re sitting in Jungkook’s car. What the fuck are you doing? It’s been five years and this man is still in your life. Twenty-two year old you is shaking her head right now. Pathetic Y/N. Just pathetic.

You can feel yourself panic, breath starting to get heavy. Calm Y/N, calm. Deep breaths. This is just dinner, it’s fine. Nothing else, just a boss and his employee having dinner at 10PM after working hours. Oh my god, how unprofessional of you Y/N? What makes him so different? Remember that guy you turned down from accounting? Jung Hoseok? Just because he asked to have dinner with you after hours, yet here you are, in Jeon Jungkook’s car. The very same guy who ruined you for guys like Jung Hoseok. What the fuck are-

“Alright,” you didn’t even notice the car door open until he spoke. He’s busy checking his rear-view mirror and starting up the car.

You stare out the window, trying not to think to much into the situation. This is just for the steak.

He revs his engine, and you think he’s going to reverse out of the parking space, but he continues to rev, and you turn your head to look at him, seeing him have one hand on the steering wheel while the other is on the gear, a smirk on his face as he watches your reaction.

You feel your stomach flutter, he probably remembers the time that you told him he looks hot while he drives. This time, in his grey three-piece suit, he looks even sexier. But would you admit that to him? Absolutely not.

After what was probably five minutes spent revving his engine to seemingly impress you, he drives out of the building’s parking lot, speeding along the road.

He keeps the radio off, probably thinking that you’re going to engage in conversation, but you keep your eyes on the road. Trying to keep steak on the brain.

Ten minutes later, you arrive at the swanky restaurant, taking a seat at the far back table in the corner. His choosing of course.

The people at the restaurant seem to know him well, if the way the head chef rushes out of the kitchen to present the menu to him is anything to go by.

“Not tonight’s special, just steak for me and the pretty lady.”

The chef bows and files into the kitchen, the other cooks following close behind.

You admire the restaurant’s gold and black interior, mostly couples, who chatter and laugh, around the two of you.

Your gaze travels to the man in front of you, seeing him already looking at you with his elbows rested on the table and his chin on his knuckles.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he sighs, “I just can’t believe that we’re here.”

You cock an eyebrow, tracing the rim of your wine glass with a finger, “where are we?”

“You know, here.Five years later, older and wiser, we’re both successful, sitting in a restaurant like this with fine wine.”

He lifts his glass in your direction and takes a sip, you chuckle.

“Sure you’re wiser, Jungkook?”

He gives you a defeated smile, “in business, maybe. In women, I’m hoping to be soon.”

You’re suddenly paranoid about the look he’s giving you. You open your mouth to ask him what he means but you’re cut off when the bubbly chef presents the steak. You smell it before you see it, jowls tingling at the scent.

“Jeon-ssi and his pretty lady,” he bows in front of you and you lift a hand to object but his sweet, crumbly smile makes you shut your mouth.

“He’s waiting to see what you think,” Jungkook whispers from across the table, already taking his third bite of the meat.

Picking up your fork and knife, you carve out a bite-sized piece and pop it into your mouth, taste buds tingling at the delectable taste.

“It’s absolutely delicious, thank you.”

He bows again and heads back to the kitchen.

“So, you like it,” Jungkook prods, proud smile on his face like he had prepared the food.

“I love it, thank you,” serotonin coursing through you due to the tasty food you’re eating.

He clears his throat, “so tell me about you and Taehyung?”

You stop mid-chew, “what about us?”

Honestly, you were expecting to ask him about your life and whatnot. But a man of his capabilities, he probably knows everything he needs and wants to know.

“I saw you two earlier. And you work closely at the gallery. It’s okay to have a few flings at work.”

You choke on the wine, “I keep my relationships strictly professional when it comes to the workplace. Less drama. I think I told you this before.”

“Yet here you are,” he chirps, “having dinner with your boss.”

You tuck your tongue in your cheek, your twenty-two-year-old self wagging a finger at you. I told you so.

You should’ve known, Jungkook doesn’t know limits. You have a good mind of leaving this restaurant right now and leaving Seoul for eternity. Why did you ever think you could have a decent conversation with him? His intentions always show themselves as he speaks.

“What do you want Jungkook?”

“A chance?”

“A chance for what?”

“To show you that I’m not who I was. That I’ve changed. That I’m not the same immature guy from college. I’m a man now.”

Did his voice just deepen at that last part?

This is what he wants, to lure you into his trap and break your heart a second time. You cannot give in to him. You will not.

Lifting your head to give him an answer, you’re met with two pleading, doe-eyes. The kind that takes you back five years ago, the kind that you fell in love with.

“Let’s see.”

And then the bunny grin, “is that a yes?”

You sigh, “I’ll see if you’ve changed for myself.”

Tucking into the steak again, his voice sounds too victorious, “I’ll prove it to you.”

-

Jungkook adjusts his shirt sleeves, turning to the side to check that his pants sit right. He’s nervous for tonight, his first solo project without his brother’s assistance. He’s even more nervous about the fact that you’ve given him a chance, not that he doubts his abilities to make you fall for him again. It’s just that women love him, they stick to him like glue and he hopes that you don’t take it the wrong way.

He has to be good to his clients and employees.

Sending Soojin a quick text, he lets her know that he’s on his way to pick her up.

He’s about to leave his house when he realizes that he hasn’t sprayed on any perfume. Running back up the stairs, he heads to his closet, choosing a fragrance that he thinks you might like then giving himself one last look in the mirror.

Show time.

-

Thanking everyone for their kind words, he receives tons of praise for the gallery as he enters, Soojin holding tightly onto his arm. He scans the crowd, trying to look past one of his elderly clients to find you.

“Want a drink, babe?”

He shakes his head, Soojin proceeding to the small bar set up near the entrance.

After five minutes of being stopped by every single person he passed, he spots you. White dress with your hair pinned up in a bun, pink lipgloss that looks like the natural shade of your lips when they’re swollen, the exact shade that reminds him of your lips slick with his saliva after a heated makeout session.

Adjusting his tie, he walks in your direction, seeing Taehyung standing next to you, also wearing white. Fuck. Did you two plan to match? And he’s wearing black. He stops to watch you from afar, seeing Taehyung lightly place an arm around your waist, giggling as you admire one of the pieces.

He walks back to the bar and orders a beer. It’s been a while since he’s felt like this for a woman, he feels so territorial, so possessive of you. It doesn’t even matter what that ass Taehyung does anyway. He’s the boss and you gave him a chance.

No one else.

Downing the beer, he sees Soojin saunter over to him.

“Hi babe. Let’s talk to a few more people shall we?”

Soojin puts her arm in his as they walk, he’s too pissed off to give a shit about anything else.

-

“I think that this one will sell first.”

“Nah. People like abstract. That one will.”

You follow Taehyung’s gaze, an ahh leaving your mouth in understanding.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that we’re both wearing white today,” you giggle.

“Well, you’re wearing a white dress and I’m wearing a white shirt. And you happen to be my date for the night. Totally not weird.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and following Taehyung to the next display. He’s fun company.

You’re about to comment when a squeal interrupts you.

“Taehyung!”

“Hi, Soojin.”

The woman, Soojin, is the one that was at your interview.

“Hey Y/N.”

The breathy whisper tickles your ear, and you turn around in shock, seeing Jungkook standing too close with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, hey Jungkook.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to his chest, your eyes widen in surprise, aware of the people around you.

“What are you doing?” You hold your palm up to his chest while the other balances your drink in your hand.

“Can’t I hold you like this?”

“What? No, you cannot.”

You squirm out of his grip, gaze flickering to the red patch on his white dress shirt. Red lipstick.

“You gave me a chance?”

“Yes I did,” you speak through gritted teeth, “but I didn’t say that we were together or anything. You can’t hold me like that.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when Taehyung did it. Are you together?”

“What? No,” you try to keep your composure, “what is your problem?”

His eyes burn into yours, anger evident in them, with your own rage consuming you. You should’ve known that Jungkook only had one intention when he asked for a chance. You probably have two completely different perspectives on what that could imply.

Soojin tugs at his arm, she looks between the two of you. Red lipstick stretching with her mouth as she gives you a half-hearted smile.

Your eyebrows raise in realization, he just wanted to fuck you. Like he doesn’t get enough.

You turn to walk in Taehyung’s direction but a hand around your wrist stops you from moving.

“Let go of me, Jungkook.”

“No.”

You whip your head around to stare at your hand, seeing his tattooed fingers curled around your wrist.

“Jungkook,” you stand in front of him so you’re toe to toe, “I said let go of me. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Now let go of my wrist.”

“How did I blow it?”

“By being yourself. You’re just a pathetic womanizer who uses money to get your way. Now let me go.”

He drops your hand and you walk away from him, Taehyung standing across the room, a confused look on his face.

As you’re walking, a figure tackles you. Working fast you spread his legs with your foot and grip his hand from around your back, twisting it and shoving him away from you. He yelps in pain.

“OW! What the fuck Y/N?!”

“Jimin?”

“What is wrong with you? Is this how you greet your friend when you see him after three months?”

You surge forward, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck.

“I missed you. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He strokes your hair, “Jungkook saw your little show, so at least he knows not to mess with you.”

You chuckle, “c’mon I have to introduce you to someone.”

-

“So let me get this straight. He broke up with you, then fucked every single girl from your HR class?”

“And my Anatomy class!” Jimin adds, cheese strings slapping his chin as he takes a bite of the pizza.

“Mhm,” you suck some sauce off your thumb, “and he bragged about it to everyone. Including my friends.”

“So that shows that he didn’t regret it at all and he never actually loved Y/N,” Jimin speaks with his cheeks stuffed, nodding to you because you’ve had this discussion a thousand times.

Both you and Jimin wait for Taehyung’s response to all this. He pushes his glasses up, “and he said he didn’t want to be in a serious relationship at the time?”

“Committed,” Jimin corrects and you nod again.

“Honestly, from like, a guy’s perspective, no offense Jimin, maybe he knew that he couldn’t control his raging hormones? Maybe he didn’t want to hurt you by cheating on you, so he broke up with you to save all the heartbreak.”

“But I was still heartbroken in the end!”

“Yeah but, what if,” he crosses his legs and wipes his hands with a tissue, “you were meant to be together now?”

“You’re on to something, Tae.”

You look between Jimin and Taehyung, then spot the smirk on Jimin’s face.

“No. Jimin, if you bring up that fate bullshit one more time-“

“Let’s just listen to what Taehyung has to say!”

He clears his throat, “I’m just saying. I know he sleeps around a lot and I’m not trying to justify any of his actions. But like what if he really meant what he said? About proving to you that he’s changed?”

“That doesn’t even matter. Soojin was his date for the night and I saw lipstick on his shirt!”

Taehyung chuckles, then points to a red stain on his white shirt, not sauce. Red lipstick.

“She gets it on everyone. If you’re wearing literally any light color, you’re doomed if she’s anywhere near you. Plus, I haven’t seen him with her since the day of your interview.”

“But, but,” your eyes search the lounge, “that day! At my interview! It looked like they just fucked before I entered the room!”

“Okay maybe they are fucking but maybe he won’t now that you’re in the picture.”

You give him a wary look, still unwilling to accept whatever he’s saying.

“What exactly did you say to him today? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that. He looked so angry, yet sad at the same time…”

You gather the empty pizza boxes, “I told him that he blew his chance.”

“How?”

“What?”

“How did he blow his chance idiot???” Jimin yells into your ear, completely breaking your train of thought.

“Fuck Jimin, can a bitch think?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes and face the couch where Taehyung sits again, “he, like, put his arm around my waist. And when I tried to push him away, he said that I didn’t have a problem when you did it.”

Taehyung eyes widen.

“Then when I tried to walk away from him, he gripped my wrist, like literally everyone around us was staring! Even Soojin was there! I just didn’t like that he thinks he can do whatever he wants just because I agreed to giving him a chance.”

Taehyung and Jimin sigh in unison.

“Shouldn’t that tell you something, if he doesn’t care who’s around and he doesn’t mind being seen with you? Honestly, the only woman I’ve seen him with in public was Soojin, and that’s because she’s his assistant, no one will really suspect anything.”

“Yes but-“

“I think you gave up too quickly.”

“What?” Your eyes bug out of your head, and you hear Jimin snigger from beside you, collapsing onto the rug, sandy blonde hair covering his face.

“What else did you tell him?”

You try to ignore Jimin’s wails of laughter, “I told him that he blew his chance by being himself. And that he’s a pathetic womanizer…something like that.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, you really deflated his ego,” Jimin wipes a tear from the corner of his eye.

“I think you should shut the fuck up Jimin. Taehyung, it isn’t my job to inflate his ego and I only spoke the truth,” you shrug.

“Yeah, but you gave up too easily. He didn’t even get a proper chance, the poor guy.”

You open your mouth to counter, but he cuts you off.

“It’s up to you, but I think you should speak to him on Monday.”

“What should I say?”

He shrugs, “just think about everything. From the very beginning. Think about how he said he’ll prove to you that he’s changed and you didn’t even give him twenty-four hours before you gave up.”

A few minutes pass as you take his words in.

“Up to you, of course.”

Maybe you were a little harsh.

Monday rolls by and after thinking it through literally the entire weekend, you decided that the next time you see Jungkook, you’ll talk to him and apologize for blowing him off but you won’t apologize for the way you reacted when he held you like that. You aren’t one of his hook ups.

You sit at your desk, answering a few emails and browsing the sales that took place after the gallery opening, Taehyung pops into your office, whispering as he goes.

“He’s here, if you wanna…”

“I’ll just wait for him to come here, he’ll definitely pay me a visit.”

Nodding, he exits the room and you take the opportunity to touch up your lipstick before Jungkook enters.

Five minutes turn into ten into twenty into thirty minutes waiting for him to walk into your office. You get restless and decide to take your lunch break now.

Walking down the small hallway, you see Taehyung and Namjoon, who look like they’re deep in conversation as they stare at the computer screen.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey.”

You lean in close to Taehyung, “where’s Jungkook?”

“He didn’t come to see you?”

You shake your head.

“Oh, he left about ten minutes ago.”

Oh.

“Okay, I’m gonna head out for lunch.”

Walking out the double doors, you can’t help but think that it’s odd that he didn’t come to see you. The one week you spent working at Euphoria was filled with him pestering you at any chance he can get.

You’ll just wait for tomorrow.

-

The week is over, and you didn’t see Jungkook once, he always leaves before you get to see him. Work is getting even more stressful with thousands of submissions from artists looking for representation. Taehyung and Namjoon deal with the hectic parts of it but you still have to find a way to ensure that each artist is dealt with when it comes to showcasing their work.

It’s two weeks later when you finally see him, but his behavior has you feeling a little edgy.

You were talking to Namjoon about the next exhibition when you see him enter, he nods to everyone but completely ignores you and you can’t help but feel a little angry at that. He’s pretending that you don’t exist because he did something wrong? That can’t be right.

Maybe what you said to him that day really hit a sore spot?

You huff, walking over to him, ponytail swishing behind you as your heels click with each step.

“Hey Jungkook.”

He keeps his eyes on some papers as he stands at the reception desk, “Hello Y/N.”

“How are you?”

“Superb. And you?”

“Good.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes,” you clear you throat, “you can start by telling me why you’ve been avoiding him since the opening.”

He drops his pen, eyes still not meeting yours, “why don’t you tell me? Hmm?”

“I-“

“Or you can’t because you’re you, right? So entitled, such a goody two shoes, never makes any mistakes.”

His eyes finally bore into yours and you feel your cheeks heat, grimacing at his tone.

“What are you talking about? You have no right to be angry with me.”

“I have no right?” He takes a step forward so he’s towering over you, you gulp, “I asked for a chance and you took the first opportunity to call it a day. I told you that I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed. Then you insult me, you don’t even know me anymore just like I don’t know you.”

You open your mouth to speak, even though you have no idea what will come out, but he speaks before you.

“I know that I’ve fucked up in the past but I’m not the same guy anymore Y/N.”

“You sure?” You cock an eyebrow and he raises his own in question.

“Literally everyone knows that you sleep around.”

“Yes I do, I sleep around, I fuck who I want whenever I want. But I’ve never cheated in my entire life. And the last time I actually wanted a relationship was with you.”

His eyes soften as he continues, you can feel the blood rush to your ears, slowly slipping under his hold that seems so intoxicating.

“I know that you’re guarded, I know that you’re finding it hard to trust me again but I promise, none of the women I’ve been with ever came close to you,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

He lifts his hand to hold your shoulder but lets it fall to his side.

“Would you mind giving me another chance?”

You bite your lip in contemplation, his beady doe-eyes patiently waiting for your answer. You did feel guilty after that night, not only because of the talk you had with Taehyung, but because you regretted saying those things to him as soon as it left your lips.

He can sense your hesitation and he sighs, taking a step away from and you suddenly feel a chill run down your spine.

“I’m leaving for Tokyo tomorrow, for a week before the next exhibition. I’m going alone but if you want,” his eyes search yours, “you can come with. Bring your work along.”

He gathers his files and walks out, leaving you a little lightheaded with his scent still lingering around and his words still nudging into your heart.

You pace around your room, phone in hand. It’s easy for you to just call and tell him that you’ll go with him but at the same time, it isn’t. Someone who caused you years of heartache, is asking for another chance. Can you risk it? Are you willing to take that chance?

Thinking of what Taehyung and Jimin had kept saying, you groan, flopping down on your bed as you chew on your lip. Maybe it was meant for you to be together now? When you’re older and more experienced. If you didn’t break up all those years ago, he would’ve probably been bored of you now if not earlier.

Sitting up and folding your legs under your body, you make up your mind.

He answers after the third ring and suddenly, you completely forget the reason why you dialled his number in the first place.

“Hello?”

You shut your eyes, “hey, it’s me.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah…”

You hear his clear chuckle filter through the speaker, causing your stomach to do backflips.

“Made up your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And…I’ll come with,” you twiddle with a strand of hair.

“Really?”

You can literally hear the happiness in his voice, and it makes you smile too.

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll book your ticket and fetch you tomorrow at 3PM, okay?”

“Okay.”

“God, thank you Y/N.”

“For?”

“For giving me another chance, even though I don’t deserve it.”

You roll your eyes, still smiling, “bye Jungkook.”

“Bye Y/N~”

Tossing your phone on the bed, you jump and down, trying to let out the excitement and nerves. Then you smooth your hands down your nightgown, inhaling deeply.

You hope you aren’t making a terrible mistake.

By the time you arrive and get settled in at the hotel, it’s already dinner time and Jungkook shoots you a text to inform you that he’ll meet you downstairs, so you can eat together. You’re a little nervous, no, you’re extremely nervous and you have no idea what to wear to dinner, so you opt for a black strappy dress that sits mid-thigh.

Jungkook’s room is right next to yours, so when you finally leave your room, you see him doing the same and he does a double take, eyes sweeping over your figure, making you blush as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He was never good at hiding his emotions.

He pokes out his elbow for you to shove your hand into the small gap, smiling at him as you wait for the elevator.

“You look amazing, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you admire his black dress pants and shirt tucked in, sticking to his slim waist, “you too.”

“Thanks,” he ushers you into the elevator, palm at the small of your back.

It’s quiet as you go down, watching the numbers change on the small screen, waiting for 1 to appear. The elevator doors open with a ding and he takes your hand in his again, walking along the glossy floors as you take the turn in through the restaurant, warm air hitting your face while he chats to the hostess.

“Right this way,” you follow her as she takes you to a seat right at the back of the restaurant, a cozy table with Jeon printed on a white card.

“We’ll be with you shortly,” she bows and makes her way back to the front.

Jungkook pulls your chair out for you and pushes it in as you sit, he takes the seat opposite you.

You find yourself in a similar position to the other night, except you’re in much fancier clothes at a fancier restaurant and you’re aren’t having an internal debate as you watch the man in front of you.

“Let’s order, then we can talk about whatever you want,” he smiles.

“Whatever Iwant?”

He nods, “whatever you want.”

“What if you don’t like what I talk about?” You poke, the yellow lighting making a sunset form in his eyes as he leans forward.

“I’ll still let you talk,” he shrugs, gesturing to the menu in front of you.

You order and eat, and it’s quiet again, the same recurring quiet that settles between the two of you. Glancing at him, you see he’s already watching you.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for you to talk.”

“Oh,” you take a sip of your drink, “well I do have a lot of things I want to ask you.”

“Go ahead.”

You think about your conversation the other day, the one that was cut short.

“What made you change your mind about joining your father’s business?”

He purses his lips, takes a swig of his own drink then wipes his mouth.

“I felt like it was the right thing to do.”

“And abandon your dreams?”

“I agreed to go to business school all those years ago for a reason, Y/N,” his eyes meet yours, “and I didn’t abandon my dreams.”

You place your arms on the table and lean forward, “really?”

“Yeah.”

“You did tell me that you opened the gallery to sell other’s art, even if you can’t sell yours. When that was your dream, to let the world appreciate the emotion that spills in the form of color on a canvas.”

There’s a glint in his eyes, not the kind you see every day, but a different one. And you realize that you remembered his words after all these years, like he whispered them to you just yesterday.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, gaze still piercing into yours and you feel a throb in your abdomen as his tongue runs over his lower lip.

“I will, when the time is right.”

“No better time than now,” you shrug.

“Yes, no better time than now,” he repeats, and you see the smirk form on his face, the hidden implication becoming clear to you.

The hostess had come to your table to inform you that the restaurant will be closing soon, and you’re shocked when you notice that it’s after midnight, you had spent hours chatting to Jungkook about the past, the future and Euphoria.

You’re a little buzzed from the champagne but you manage to make it to your room door, Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist as yours is curled around his neck, no objections from you this time.

You lean on the doorframe, giving Jungkook a giddy smile as he opens his door, the feelings that were dulled by grey clouds and chilly weather are now being refreshed with the rain and sunlight, making the corners of your mouth stretch until it hurts.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmurs, shooting you a wink that makes you clench your thighs together. God, how long has it been since you last got laid?

“Aren’t you gonna come in,” you’re hearing yourself say, pointing to your bed. Maybe you’re NOT a little buzzed.

He walks over to you, and you straighten your posture, breath coming out in pants.

“Maybe some other time,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he dips his head and you shut your eyes, puckering your lips only for him to kiss the corner of your mouth, a bewildered look on your face.

He places his hand on your back again and gives you a gentle shove, you stumble into your room. He grabs the handle of the door and pulls it shut behind you.

For his own sanity.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he flings it on the floor, chest heaving as he lays on his back, hands coming to remove his belt.

That was probably the hardest thing he has ever done in his entire life. His dick is the hardest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life as it springs from his underwear.

Throwing his head back against the soft pillows, he shuts his eyes, thinking of your sweet smile, your laughter playing in his head like a broken record.

Curling his fingers around his shaft, he hisses as he pumps his length, precum smearing everywhere as he thrusts into his hand, the curve of your waist flashing behind his lids, the sound of his name escaping your lips filling his ears. He fists his dick erratically, twisting around his head as he digs his teeth into his lower lip, imagining it was your tight pussy instead of his hand, warm walls gripping him like a vice.

He cries out your name, hips lifting of the bed as he fucks into his fist, heat shooting through his body as his dick twitches, trying to remember the way your tight pussy felt. Oh, the first time, it felt like heaven and it just kept getting better each time.

With a few more pumps, he cums all over his stomach and hand, curses filling the air as he cracks his eyes open, your face the only thing enshrouding his mind.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum this hard and fast from just his hand.

Cleaning himself up, the thought of you never slipping, he can’t help but feel like he’s falling for you again. The way you both just click in ways he never did with anyone else. He was a dumb asshole for letting you go all those years ago. But now he knows for sure.

He cares about you, he wants you to be his, he wants you more than anything in the world.

As he catches sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, the upper part of his body a bright pink, he knows he can’t fuck this up.

The next morning, you decide to do a little shopping to pass your time. Jungkook had informed you that he’ll be extremely busy this morning as he has to meet with a few clients and business partners. Obviously, your schedule here doesn’t revolve around him, you also want to do a little sightseeing of your own.

After hours of shopping and squeezing your wallet, you take a break on the bench in front of a pretty water fountain near the hotel, soaking in the sunlight as butterflies float around you, unfamiliar voices filling the silence.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You lift your head to stare at the man with the raspy voice, but the sun blinds you.

“Yeah,” you reply as he sits down next to you.

You clutch your purse closer to you and it seems like he notices your action, a chuckle, deep and throaty, reaches your ears.

“I come in peace,” he laughs and you finally turn your head to look at him.

Blond hair, pushed back, making it easier for you to notice two cat-like eyes blinking back at you, pink lips set in a pout, he speaks again, and you realize that it’s just the way they’re molded, he isn’t pouting. He’s…attractive.

“You’re not from here,” he inquires, and you think that a man with such soft features couldn’t possible be a murderer, right?

“No, you?”

“Nah, Seoul, actually.”

“I work there,” you add, keeping your eyes on the trickling water.

“So, you’re here on holiday?”

“Guess so.”

You see him nod from your periphery and you think he’s done but he continues to speak.

“I’m actually here for some business, I’m an online art curator.”

That catches your attention.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Kind of like-“

“I know what that is, I work in an art gallery.”

He whips his head to look at you and you do the same, the sun making his unbelievably clear skin glow.

“Really?”

You nod, and he thrusts his hand in your direction.

“Min Yoongi.”

You give him your name and he smiles, eyes not leaving yours.

“So which gallery do you work for?”

“Euphoria Gallery.”

“In Seoul?”

“Yeah,” you respond, seeing a quizzical look appear on his face so you continue, “it opened a few weeks ago.”

“Ahhh,” his eyes widen a little in understanding, “I haven’t been to Seoul in over two months.”

It’s silent for a while and you think he might be done with his interrogation but obviously he isn’t.

“So what do you do there?”

You look at him again, a serious look on his face and you think you might answer a few more before you head back to the hotel.

“I’m actually the Marketing Manager.”

“Oh, so you’re actually more on the business side.”

“Guess you can say that.”

You pat your thighs then stand, carrying all your shopping bags in one hand while the other rummages through your purse for your phone.

“You’re staying at this hotel?”

You nod politely at the inquisitive man.

“Me too,” he springs up from the bench, the motion causing you to jump back a bit and drop a few of your bags.

He bends down to pick them up and you do the same, your fingers brushing each other, and you blush from the proximity, his woody scent surrounding you.

“Let me help you.”

“I’m fine.”

“These are heavy,” he hooks a few into his left hand and you watch his muscles flex as he stands up to his full height.

“Okay,” you shrug, letting him follow you back to the hotel but before you can head to the elevators, something catches your eye and you stop walking, the blond behind you huffing as he bumps into your back.

“I’m sorry, could you just wait for a minute.”

He nods, sitting down on the couches not too far away.

Poking your head around the corner, you see Jungkook with his side leaning on a counter, smile in place as he talks to a tall woman, she giggles and flicks her hair over her shoulder, swaying over the small space as he places his hand on her neck, fiddling with her necklace.

You swallow, feeling your throat constrict, tears blurring your vision. Backing away from the wall, the terrifying thought that this was all a mistake crosses your mind. Your back hits something warm and hard and you turn around to see the man from earlier, your shopping bags still in hand.

“Are you okay?”

You blink away the tears, smiling at him, “yeah uhm…”

You look up at him again; he’s damn good-looking, just your type and helpful. His job is even in the same field as yours. You aren’t going to hold back because of an asshole like Jungkook anymore, he can take his chance and stick it.

“I’m gonna take these up,” you struggle to take them in both your hands, “if you want, we can chat a little about the gallery.”

His eyebrows raise, gums being exposed as he smiles, “yeah sure sure. I’ll wait here for you.”

He sits down on the couch again and you smile, running your hand along his back as you make your way to the elevators, “see you in bit Yoongi.”

You’re trying to focus on what Yoongi’s saying but your mind keeps taking you back to Jungkook and how you fell for him yet again, how you’re hurting yet again. You should’ve known that it won’t be easy for him to just ditch his shitty ways, you hold back a sob.

“So, I told him that I can’t take his offer because I’m actually starting a website-“

Yoongi seems interesting, but your eyes keep travelling to his arms down to the tips of his fingers. He has such pretty fingers to go with his muscular arms, Rolex moving with his hand as they track his words. It seems like you’re looking for anything to distract you from the dick that is Jungkook.

“Y/N?”

You lift your head to see Jungkook standing near the couches where you and Yoongi sit, he has one hand behind his back and you give him a clueless smile.

“Oh, hey Jungkook. This is Yoongi, he’s an art curator.” You let your knee brush against Yoongi’s, seeing Jungkook’s gaze follow the movement.

Yoongi stands to shake Jungkook’s hand, “nice to meet you Jungkook.”

Jungkook gives him a discerning look, then smiles and takes the seat next to him.

“So, you’re an art curator? Y/N here must’ve told you about the new gallery I’ve just opened.”

You roll your eyes at his subtle flex.

“I actually handle a website based on my job.”

Jungkook nods, “maybe you should visit us in Seoul…”

And just like that, Jungkook hijacks your conversation with Yoongi while you sit slack-jawed, both men completely disregarding you, Yoongi even turning his back to you as he talks to Jungkook. Jungkook even gets his number before you and soon, he’s waving goodbyes to the both of you, while you sulk.

Jungkook sighs, “good man. So, you wanna get lunch?”

“Fuck no.” Rushing to the elevators, you turn around to see Jungkook hot on your heels, pushing the elevator button like the side character in a horror movie, you curse when you feel Jungkook behind you.

“Running away from me, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

The elevator dings and you walk in, he presses the button for your floor before you can.

“I saw you.”

“Saw me what?”

You look past him and into the elevator mirror, seeing him hold something under his coat, behind his back.

“Cut the crap, Jungkook. You only want to fuck me.”

“Y/N,” he sighs, “I told you this before-“

“I saw you with that lady, you were laughing with her and and touching her!” You feel the lump build in your throat again as you watch the look of surprise on his face.

After a few minutes, you reach your floor and he grips your wrist, dragging you to his room while you wriggle in his hold.

“Jungkook!”

“Calm down, Y/N,” he yells over your cries, and you have no choice but to follow him in his strong hold, then you see he’s moved the thing that he’s been holding to his front, tucked into his coat. Fuck. What if it’s a gun and he plans on killing you.

He enters the code for his room and pulls you inside, tears painting your cheeks.

“The lady you saw,” he begins, kicking off his shoes then sitting on his bed as he produces a blue velvet box, about the size of a dinner plate, “she’s a jeweller, I called her here. She was showing me all different kinds, but none were to my liking but then I noticed the design that she was wearing and I liked it.”

He opens the box, revealing a white gold necklace, glinting in his bedroom light.

Pulling it out of the box, he holds it in his hands delicately as he walks over to you, standing behind you as he places it on your neck.

“It was for you, Y/N. And I meant it when I said that I changed.”

You’re speechless, looking down to admire the piece of jewellery with diamonds dotting the knots at the centre. Turning around to look at him, he has an exhausted look on his face, one that makes you feel guilty.

“It’s beautiful,” you can’t keep your eyes off of it.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman like you,” he pinches your chin to lift your head up so you’re looking at him, seeing the exhausted look replaced by something fond.

“Things don’t buy my love,” you quip and he hangs his head to laugh.

“I know, but I was hoping that this could sort of be like a promise ring? In the form of a necklace? I’m not good with these things.”

“A promise ring?” You giggle, eyes softening at the way he rubs his neck, reminding you of the boy you fell in love with.

“Y/N I am sorry, but you have to trust me, please. I won’t hurt you again.”

You nod, “I’m sorry too. For not believing you.”

“You don’t ever have to be sorry, I fucked up,” he takes your hands in his, placing two sweet kisses on the backs of your hands.

Taking a step forward, your body presses to his as he reaches down to run an index finger down the side of your face, sending tingles up your spine.

Dipping his head, his minty breath fans across your face, making you lick your lips in anticipation. Finally, he closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours as his hands cradle your face. You place your palms on his chest, pushing him so the backs of his knees hit the bed, tumbling down with you on top of him.

Licking into his mouth, his hands travel down your back and to your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you moan into his mouth as his tongue slides along yours.

“I want you,” you pant, kissing up his neck and sucking the soft skin under his ear, remembering all the spots that gets him going.

He grips your hips, pressing you onto him so you can feel his throbbing member against your core.

“Jungkook,” you whine.

In one swift movement, he flips you over, ridding himself of his coat, shirt and pants while you work on removing your dress and bra.

Once he gets his eyes on your almost-naked body, he groans, his dick twitching in its confines as he takes in the swell of your breasts, greedily palming them as he bends down to take one of your erect nipples into his mouth, slurping noisily as he flicks his tongue, thumb rubbing over the other nipple, making you keen into his touch. They did get bigger.

Reaching down, you’re just as greedy as you palm him through his boxer briefs, humming against your nipple, making your back arch off the bed. With one last bite to your nipple that has you gripping his hair, he comes up to place a searing kiss on your lips, your body feeling hot as arousal pools between your legs.

“Jungkook,” you whisper against his lips, “need you.”

“Yeah?” He searches your eyes, almost urgently, “need me inside you?”

You nod, biting your lip at his words, “wanna cum around your cock.”

His eyebrows raise, “someone’s got a dirty mouth,” he licks a hot stripe up your throat to your lips, “I like it. Makes me want to fuck you senseless.”

You whine, trying to rub your thighs together for some friction but his body between your legs restricts any movement. His eyes flicker to the wet spot growing on your panties and he dips his hand down, rubbing you through the drenched material, hissing when he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, you’re fucking soaked for me. Want my cock so bad hmm?”

You nod, the cool necklace around your neck digging into the warmth of your body.

“Let me hear how bad you want my cock,” he dips his hand into your panties, running two fingers along your folds then circling your clit, moving faster as each second passes.

You moan, gripping his shoulders as you rock against his hand, he chuckles as he watches your fucked out expression.

“I said let me hear you.”

He pushes two fingers into you at once, making you dig you nails into his skin as his fingers massage your walls, “hmmf wanna c-cum so b-bad around y-ah!”

He curls his fingers, hitting the exact spot that has you twitching under him, you open your eyes to see him smirking down at you.

“C’mon baby, tell me what you want,” he moves his fingers in and out, hooking them and rubbing the pads against that spot that has you a blubbering mess.

“Cock! Want your cock so bad!” You cry, moving your hips in tandem with him movements, the pressure building as you feel your high so close.

Gripping his wrist, you throw your head back and yell his name only for him to pull his fingers out, you whine at the loss, your high was so close.

You watch him pop his fingers into his mouth, groaning in pleasure, “you taste even better.”

“Jungkook, please.”

He removes the last piece of clothing from both your bodies, leaving the necklace on as he leans down to hover over you, pressing just the right amount of weight onto you that has you groaning and gripping his shoulders again.

“You wanted to cum around my cock?” You feel him run the head of his dick along your folds, tapping it against your clit, making you jolt under him.

“Yes,” you whisper, loving the way his muscular chest presses against your soft mounds.

With no warning at all, he pushes into you, dropping his head to your neck as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust to his girthy length. With a drawn-out groan, he pulls out of you, only to slam back in, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, making you bite into his shoulder from how good his cock dragging in and out of you feels.

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“Yeah? You like taking my cock like this?”

He pulls out of you, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you onto his lap, lifting your hips to position you over his dick, he slams into you as you steady yourself.

“Or like this,” lifting his hips off the bed, he thrusts into you, the new position has him reaching new depths and pressing into that sweet spot.

“Fuck Jungkook, fuck me any way you want,” you yell, pleasure consuming you as he pistons his hips, gripping your waist as he fucks you open.

“Yeah? Any way I want?”

You nod, eyes shut as you throw your head back, exposing your neck to him. He wraps a hand around your throat, not applying any pressure but pushing you flat onto the bed with his other hand.

Curling his hand around your thigh, he throws your leg over his shoulder, repeating the action with your other leg as he lets your body fold in half, wrapping both his hands around your throat as he watches his dick move in and out of your tight hole.

Your eyes roll back from the new position, feeling yourself clench around him as he sets a ruthless pace, drawing his hips back and slapping back into you, skin on skin, squelching and low groans filling the air.

“Like this? Yeah? Fuck you’re so tight. You gonna cum?”

Whining, you place your hands around the backs of your knees, holding your legs up as he starts to squeeze around your throat, your boobs bouncing with each thrust, necklace moving around this way and that. He presses his fingers into the sides of your throat, making you feel lightheaded as his cock continues to rub against your walls, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly, feeling your body erupt in a wave of tingles as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent moan, you hear a string of curses leave his lips as his own high takes over him, shooting hot ropes into you as you twitch under him.

You open your eyes to take in his expression of pure bliss, heart racing even more at the sight.

Letting go of your throat, he captures your lips in another intense kiss, smoothing your sweaty strands away from your face as he pulls out of you, another whine mingling with his breath, feeling the hot liquid leak out of you.

He lays down next to you, pulling you into him as he studies your face. You break the silence first.

“That was-“

“I love you,” he interrupts.

You blink at him not quite comprehending what he just said but he repeats it, placing kisses all over your face as he chants the words.

“I love you Y/N, so much. You’re the only one for me. I’m going to marry you soon.”

He snuggles into your chest and that last sentence leaves you a little breathless, even more breathless than before. You decide to surrender yourself to him, no hesitation, no ifs or buts. Because it feels right, both your heart and mind are in agreement; it feels right.

Running your fingers through the dark strands of his hair, he lifts his head to stare at you, his arms secured around your back, warm breath hitting your chest, big doe eyes that you could never, ever hate, even if you wanted to, blinking up at you.

“I love you too.”

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→ And now, with his sheets spinning themselves into lavender heaven and his skin looking like he just rolled off a Clinique commercial, he begins phase two of his plan. Data collection, AKA, watching porn. GENRE romance, eventual smut, angst (?) WARNING talk of porn, mentions of shibari lol OTHER jk being jk (idiot), jk being an idiot, college crushes, volleyball player!jk, student council president!oc, idiots to lovers, besties to lovers, virginity loss au RATING m (18+) WC 1.5k

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✗ requested by @momolovesfanfic for my 1.2k follower event, and based off prompt C10. → pairing: barista!jungkook x reader → genre: fluff → word count: 1.1k → warnings: none! → summary: your regular barista likes to torment you by calling you weird names.

“One caramel macchiato for Pepper?”

You roll your eyes down at your phone, pointedly ignoring the voice that’s calling out your order as you try to quell the irritation simmering beneath your skin. It’s not worth it, you remind yourself. He’s doing it on purpose. At first it seemed like an honest mistake when the doe eyed barista made a slight change to your name as he called it out. You supposed it was pretty common to mishear a name over the loud sounds of steaming milk and coffee, so you easily brushed it off the first time. And the second time. And the third time. But the more you came back, the more bizarre the alterations to your name became, and barely two weeks into your daily visits for coffee the barista had seemingly given up on it entirely. Normally this wouldn’t really be much of a problem – it’s not like he’s obligated to get your name right, and you figured it was just something he was doing for fun to pass the time.

So yes, normally you would’ve just brushed it off, but then the barista decided to make it his personal mission to embarrass you with the increasingly weirder names he came up with. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to forgive him for making a long line of customers believe that you willingly gave your name as ‘lord farquaad’ (sure, you had made the bad decision to cut blunt bangs when you were drunk and had accidentally made them way too short, but he didn’t have to add on to your trauma and be mean about it).

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— saccharine boy

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook

summary : the new transfer student is a bit strange…

genre : yandere jk, future smut, angst, dark, obsessive/possessive jk

warnings : this includes DARK themes with heavy topics. i dont support this unhealthy relationship dynamic irl. a huge TW for suicide, suicidal thoughts, tendencies, coaxing, themes. this is pure fiction so please know that if you’re struggling with suicidal thoughts, this may be really really horrible to read :(( yn and jk both say shitty things

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i loved you before i even knew you

in days fleeting moments, the sun dipped into the ocean, casting a surge of honey waves to engulf the city whole.

it’s vast, golden essence poured through the mid-open windows and into the empty school hallways.

moments before, the laughter of the baseball team dissipated, and those who confessed to the whim of spring filtered emotions had left with tear stained cheeks.

it's empty enough that you can hear your own slip ons click against the floor.

click, click, click.

you walk up the stairs, stopping right in front of the rooftop door.

the rusted knob is cool under your skin, and bracing yourself for the wind, you twist it open.

the wind whisks past you ferociously, as if urging you to turn back. you should've heeded the warning then (how foolish of you not to), but instead, you open your eyes to the tangerine streaks of the sky.

that’s when you see him.

— ❝ hey, do you regret it? ❞

his silhouette wavered beyond the metal railings of the rooftop.

you don’t know why—what had possibly gone through your mind when you spoke. it wasn't your business—you could honestly care less for people like him,

because people like him were the same as you.

despite that, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming, "you're such an attention freak, you know that?! do you really want to be seen that much?"

his head slightly lifted.

would he listen to you? would he care?

because if it were you past that railing right now, you wouldn't stop for anyone.

but doesn’t he see?

if he jumps, right now, right in front of you,

doesn’t he know how much that would break you?

please, the wind swallows your desperation. i’m already broken enough, so please don't make it any worse.

when i muster up the courage like you someday, i need to die without the thought of you jumping in my head.

— ❝ oh, i see… you're scared of me.❞

"there are so many other ways to kill yourself. drowning, the rope—you can jump off literally any other god damned building for all i care—but don't you dare make it this building! don't you dare jump off in front of me."

you saw it, as the wind danced past him, just how lifeless his eyes were

it was as if the sun himself feared him—preferring to quickly drown into the blue abyss rather than be in his mere presence.

"i know this place is terrible—but the janitor is so kind. he's a single father of three children and if you jump, he'd have to break his back scrubbing your blood for hours. he'd come home and put on a happy face despite worrying if his children will turn out like you. so please, for the janitor's sake, deal with haunting this school a different way. your death would affect more people than you’d know, so please.”

he doesn’t move, so hesitantly, as if it would change anything, you quietly add, "ah, he gave me food one time too.”

the boy’s back quivered, and your own trembling heart ached for him—but what you thought was sniffing turned into a loud, hearty laugh

you stood there, dumbfounded as you watched him.

"you're..." he tries to say through his giggles. when he catches his breath, he finally turns to you with the biggest smile.

"you're really stupid."

— ❝ but would it help if i said i've always loved you? ❞

frozen, you can only stand there gaping at him.

"i was just watching the sunset, but your reaction was so funny. you don't know how hard it was not to laugh."

what…?

you blink once, twice—then turning your heel, you begin to walk away.

"h-hey! wait!" he called from beyond the railings. "i'm sorry, okay? i was having too much fun—i didn't mean to scare you. please forgive me."

"scare me?" you scoffed. "kill yourself for all i care. it doesn't have anything to do with me."

— ❝ since that day... ❞

you just blurted it out of spite. you knew it was cruel, you didn’t mean it. you were just so angry. how dare he make a fool out of you? make a joke out of this? in your eyes, he was far more cruel.

“fine then.”

you turn back with a vile glare, but your heart stops as he takes a step back.

the boy hums in viscous amusement when he sees the horror in your eyes. in front of the blazing red of the sun, wearing his wide smile, he resembled a demon.

"forgive me, or i'll let go."

"d-don’t be stupid," you scowl, but you could barely feel yourself breathe.

then, just like that, one of his finger tips leave the metal bar—then another, and another.

you don’t know when you started running or how you even got there, but as soon as you hooked your fingers around his collar, you gave everything to pull him back.

"are you crazy?!" you scream, hot tears trickling down your eyes.

his annoying fit of laughter only angered you more.

— ❝ i loved you before i even knew you. ❞

"like i said, forgive me—and i won't try it again," he chimed in a playful tone.

you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

it scared you, his carelessness.

he scared you.

“okay, okay! i forgive you!” you yell exasperatedly. “god, you—you think this is funny? what the fuck is wrong with you?! you could’ve—just because i—y-you could’ve…r-right in front of me…and i-i…”

"hey, hey..." he chuckles softly, interlocking his fingers with yours through the metal fence.

you refused to look at him, but you could still feel the tingling warmth of his skin. you were close, the bars only stopping at your torso. when you look back at it, you remembered the seeping reality of his beauty.

his voice, his touch, him...

everything he did made you feel so out of control, so vulnerable.

who was he? why did you have to meet him?

"i knew you'd catch me, its fine."

"that's not the point here you suicidal bitch! i mean—what were you thinking? are you out of your mind? i swear to god—if you jumped and i became a suspect of murder, i'd dig up your own grave and kill you again!”

the boy’s eyes widened, shock dancing with his own bemusement. they were the same lifeless brown, but golden specks glimmered in where he looked at you.

finally, he smiles, “you’re horrible.”

you give a viscious glare, but before you can retort something, he continues, his hand trailing up your arm.

"but at the same time, horrible people don’t try to save a horrible person from dying. no, you can’t be horrible,” a cold shiver runs through your body when his fingers brush against your collarbone. “you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you? an angel who saved me…”

he pulls you closer by your neck, his lips barely touching the shell of your ears. your breath hitches, and your knees suddenly feel weak.

“i’d love to ruin you.”

nothing comes out of your mouth.

all you can hear is your heart thumping against your chest. all you can feel is the unbearable heat blooming on your cheeks, and all you can see is him.

finally, his words settle in.

“get the fuck off me you creep!”

— ❝ you're never leaving me, my love. i won't let you. ❞

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a/n : i’m so so so sorry if this triggered some people. this may be poorly written as well as i’ve written this YEARS ago. as you might tell, i was suicidal then and i often incorporated that in writing—its a way to get it off my chest sort of. to have relatable characters is something thats always made me comfortable. honestly rereading it again nothing makes sense LOL but i thought i’d continue it just for fun. i hope whoever has come across this is having a lovely and healing day, stay safe starlights <3

Desperado — jjk. (M) | Masterlist

→: This masterlist contains all the links to the parts of Desperado. It will be updated daily to each time I post another part to it. Check back here for more updates!

→ pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

→ genre: Angst, smut , a bit of fluff

→ summary:  A messy situationship at it’s finest. You don’t even know whats headed your way, just even engaging in the slightest within him. See, he has an assignment to complete. A mission granted by his father thats do or die. You just so happen to be a major pawn in that assignment. He didn’t mean to take an interest in you. Surely it was an accident right? Only except. you hold much value in this game that he’ll do anything to complete it. Oblivious is what you are. Poor thing. Poor.. Poor thing.

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak…High angst, usage of drugs, drug mentions, mental illness, switch!jungkook, Brat reader, possible stockholm syndrom, kidnapping, assault, death of side characters, murder, weapons, usage of weapons, masturbation, physical violence, blood, alcohol, weed, unprotected and protected sex, spanking, honestly its a lot of aruging…

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All my works are obviously completely fiction and in no way reflect against the way I believe they are in real life. All my works are Reader insert and will be M rated.

I use a lot of dark themes within my stories so if that’s not your think please make sure you read all the warnings that are given. If you believe there should be a warning in anything that I haven’t given please don’t hesitate to let me know.

PLAYMATES - Masterlist -Synopsis: After a horrible blow in your life that left you homeless without anybody to turn to. You find yourself turning to a job you never thought you’d stumble upon. The role of a playmate was easy. Get paid to have sex with attractive idol men. How would you cope in a world that was completely new to you? And how would you survive when all 7 men have specific kinks for you to cater too?

Step-bro Collaboration with @lonelyhobi​  - Step-bro Masterlist

Synopsis: Basically just loads of one shots based on the idea of smutty goodness with all the members of BTS as your Step-bros. Not for everybody but when we thought of the idea we couldn’t help ourselves 

The Yandere ask collection

Synopsis - Drabbles I’ve written based on all the horny yandere fantasies you guy send me compiled into a list for easy reading

Kim SeokJin

Let me love you (m) - When your best friend admits his love to you during a drunken hook-up you try your best to break things off before he’s able to break down your walls. Much to your surprise, he refuses to give in and will do anything to prove his love, and make you love yourself in the process.

Genre: Smut, Best friends to lovers

I just want attention (m)

-Its been 3 weeks since your boyfriend went away for work and now he’s come home he still hasn’t given you any attention, it time to take matters into your own hands

Genre: Established relationship, Smut.

Min Yoongi

Supply and Demand (m) - Turns out the recruitment agency you work for is trying to pave the way for all things supernatural by opening job opportunities to all species, and it’s your job to deal with the large influx of application.

Genre: Smut, Supernatural.

Jung Hoseok

Mission Accomplished - 1k words, mentions of smut.

A gift - 1.5k words, smut

Kim Namjoon

But, I love you   - 1.1k Words. Yandere, Smut. 

Collar - 900 words, yandere, smut.

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Loose Ends (m) - A collaboration written by Myself and @jkeuphoriadreamland​ -  Synopsis:  With a past you’d like to forget, you move out of town hoping to start a new life in hopes that no one will ever learn of the bitch you used to be. You meet a man that is above you in every way and you wonder whether or not you deserved his kindness, but he had a completely different agenda.

-Genre: Yandere, E2L, Smut

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A little tied up - 1.3k Words, Yandere, smut.

Mine - 800 words, Yandere, smut.

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Thank you, Baby (m) -Description/Summery: Turns out the boy who’s been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call.  Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 [Hiatus]  - Thank you, baby drabbles - Jk thinking of you watching a movie.

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-Naughty Boy (m)

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You’re the bitch tonight - 1K Words, Dirty talk, not smut but smut.

Bad boy - 1k words, dirty talk, sub JK, Assplay.

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to build a home | chapter one

pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. eventual smut

word count: 6.8k (y’all need context okay)

warnings: oof. oof. buckle up. angst, loads of angst! (im sorry), touches on subjects such as: depression (hints), postpartum depression, abandonment, mild prescription medication talk, loads of jk crying :(, loads of crying baby :(, swearing

author’s note: hi! this is a very self-indulgent storyline that sort of came to me and I just had to put thought into paper. well, I ended up really liking the plot and my mind started going places and now it’s all I can think about. i do have to say it’s going to be a bit of a slow burn but! not like this chapter though – this chapter had to be informative to set the context. my mans jk did not suffer for nothing! i hope cute baby / loving dad jk made up for all the angst in this! also! It’s gonna get sexy, ~sexy so just u wait! also! I don’t have a set schedule but this story is coming to me in heavy bursts of inspiration so I might be whipping chapters left and right (cross ur fingers). also! (the last one, promise) I hate Ira too :)

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter One

The digital clock on the console of his scar marks six thirty pm on the dot. It makes Jungkook’s gaze shift to the sky – a synchronicity so perfect the sun begins to set right upon his eyes. Spring is easing into Summer and he can’t wait for the longer days and shorter night the hot season bestows.

“We need one last look-over the contracts to finalize. I think the visit this weekend will be finally see us wrapping this up. And then inauguration one month from now.” Seokjin’s voice fills the enclosed space of Jungkook’s car, a slight echo to his voice coming from the speakers.

“Sounds good, hyung. Good work.” He tells his cousin, right hand and the COO of his company.

“Hey, is Ira coming this weekend?” he asks. His question leaves Jungkook wondering. He assumes she will.

“Haven’t discussed it yet, could be good for her though. We can make a getaway of it.” He replies, head already swimming with ideas of how refreshing a family trip could be for the three of them.

“Alright, kid. Send my love.” Seokjin says, making him let out a light chuckle, before the line goes silent.

In the road ahead, the sun resumes its steady descend. His home comes to view at the very end of the street, the colours of the sky dancing against the sleek white walls. It’s been a long day and he’s tired. Now more than ever, with the inauguration of the new addition to his chain of hotels nearing, he craves the grounding feeling of being home – two familiar faces awaiting. One full of unconditional love.

He parks his cls next to hers, the sleek white shade contrasting against his black one. Grabbing his phone and keys from the cup holder, he exits the car, climbing the steps to his front door and inserting the code that unlocks it.

Home. He takes pride in the need he holds for it, how much he craves it, how much he wants to be the backbone of the one he built. The idea of family gets morphed when you’re brought into an immeasurable amount of wealth. His parents, although good intentioned, lacked the warmth he so badly wants to install in his own roots.

He wants his daughter to grow up in a house that doesn’t look like a showroom, a distinctive smell swarming its spaces, one she’ll hold in the back of her memory until she has kids of her own. Home, never lacking the coziness a touch of love can bring a space, no matter how vast. He wants her mother to be half of that love, more than anything. Because he wants that love for her, more than anything.

He heads upstairs, the house eerily quiet. It’s two hours to bed time and he assumes Ira is winding down Soori for the night.

He reaches the top of the stairs and begins walking down the long corridor, passing a room, then two, until he finally reaches Soori’s nursery. The door is wide open and as he steps in, he sees Ira standing in front of her crib, back to him, almost hovering. He sees Soori fast asleep, blanket covering her tiny body, pacifier moving gently to the in and out of her suckling, a tight grip on her favorite giraffe plushie on her chubby baby fist.

“Hey, beautiful.” He says to Ira, though she doesn’t move from the place he found her in. “Why is she asleep so early? Fun day?” He asks, voice filled with hope. He pictures the two of them by the warm sun, basking in the easiness of the season. They’ve been introducing Soori to the water – the idea of the two of them splashing in the big pool pulling his lips upwards in a soft smile.

It doesn’t linger, the smile. Ira turns around, a sombre look to her face, unable to hold his gaze for more than a second as she redirects her eyes to the floor.

“Jungkook…,” She begins, voice barely a whisper, but ever so stern.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, approaching her, instinctively resting his hands on her arms before they come up as she holds herself, bracing her front.

“I booked a job. In New York.” She says, eyes finally meeting his.

“Ahh! That’s great! That’s amazing, Ira.” Jungkook says, pulling her into a hug she doesn’t return. He knows how badly she’s been craving this. A breakthrough, a taste of independence – the power of knowing she could hold all titles whilst still being mom. “We can make a trip of it! We could all go.” He muses, excitement lacing his voice as he pulls away, eyes scanning for hers.

“It’s this weekend-” She begins, but his words bring hers to a halt.

“Ah, I have that business trip but hey, you take the plane, alright?” Jungkook knows how much Ira hates flying. Long haul flights doing a thing to her nerves that require a dose or two of her therapist’s strongest prescription drug. This all comes ironically, considering her title – It girl, world-renowned model, Ira Sommersmith.

“No, Jungkook. No.” She says, arms coming to rest at her sides, pushing his hold on them away as she takes one step back, creating distance between them. The action is loud to Jungkook, the emotional space between them being too much to bear for his heart and her actions breaking it all over again.

“Bab-” He stops himself, the pet name fresh on his tongue, remembering how she’s come to despise it as Jungkook began adapting it to Soori, too. “Ira.” He says, his voice a plead, a prayer. He doesn’t know what the prayer entails but he’ll start mentally chanting it, bracing himself for impact.

“I’m leaving, Jungkook. I need to- I need to go. For good.” Her voice lacks hesitation, no pause. He simply stares at her, dumbfounded, numb to the effect his body is taking, cold sweats breaking through him. “I’m sorry. This is- you play this role too well, Jungkook. I just can’t seem to follow the script.”

“It’s not a role.” Jungkook says, voice a whisper that makes his words hard to grasp to Ira, but she knows what he said. She knows he would say that. She takes him in, takes one last long look at his face before it breaks her. She’s not scared of backing down from her plan, she’s scared of seeing his eyes full of heart look into hers, a lack thereof.

And she can accept it. She can wholeheartedly confess she doesn’t have the heart it takes to become selfless, to give into the three that makes the whole – Jungkook’s line that he’s adapted to bring hope into the immense cloud of blue that fell upon her when it all became too real. When the idea of three became a reality one morning after he’d gone to work and she stared at the mirror, a bump bulging at the center of her otherwise lean physique. Her first thought wasn’t that of excitement but of confusion. It felt foreign and it took her aback so frantically she found herself calling her OB/GYN, voice shaky as she repeated “it came out of nowhere, yesterday- I just- I wasn’t showing…” Her panic was received by a faint laugh on the other line, reassuring her pregnancy had no fixed agenda and that her “little one” had decided to make him or herself known. She waited for the doctor’s words to hit, for the excitement to follow, but it didn’t. What truly broke her came next as the doctor took her silence for something else and ended her discourse with a, “surprise, mama!”

Ira brought her phone down, staring at the screen before she abruptly hung up the phone. She’d hope the doctor would blame it on poor connection. She went about her day in autopilot, waiting. Waiting for the new curvature her body was taking on to simply be an add on in the sea of hopes that her pregnancy had brought until that very morning. But it never came. It never came, and the tears that would stream down her face late at night when the world slept and the darkness accepted her thoughts as they came, weren’t due to the impatience of her heart longing to love the life she was forming inside of her. They came out of fear it would.

Ira’s heart wasn’t fragile. Quite the opposite – it lacked the fragility it requires to love unconditionally.

When Soori came into the world, she made her entrance kicking and screaming. Ira understood, the overwhelm of the space was getting to her, too. At least on that they could agree. Her wails filled the room and muffled her hearing, everything in slow motion as shock set upon her. The pain between her legs from delivering her minutes prior subsided as numbness took over. She could hear her cries nearing and she finally came out of her trance the moment the nurse placed Soori on top of her chest. She looked down at her, arms coming up to hold her tiny frame in place. And when she did, dense silence filled the room as she found comfort in her mother’s arms and her cries came to a rest, opening her eyes for the first time. Ira looked down once again and understood the meaning of unconditional love. Soori was warm against her and that’s when she knew she’d never be able to reciprocate said love. Cold shivers ran down every corner of her body, settling into her heart. She understood it, but she couldn’t feel it.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, “I tried.” The last words fade away as she turns around, taking one last look at her daughter, a part of her tries again, focusing on the heartstrings of her soul, waiting for the pull. Nothing comes and she closes her eyes, breathing in, knowing that was the last time she would take in her daughter. She turns around, looking at Jungkook for a split second. He’s frozen in place, gaze lost, fixated on the pastel pink wall in front of him, unable to look at her. “Goodbye, Jungkook. You-,” she can’t tell if he’s listening but she finishes anyway, “you were good to me. Okay? You-,” she needs to get out of there, now. “Goodbye.” And with that, she leaves. Past the door of the nursery, not a beat behind, without second guessing. She leaves and doesn’t turn back to witness Jungkook’s world coming to a slow, quiet shatter. The sort of silence that settles into your bones uncomfortably.

His world stops and, in the numbness, he becomes hyperaware of his senses. He doesn’t miss her steps down the corridor and back, the sound of wheels against the floor distinct this time, down the stairs and finally, he hears the front door close.

Soori stirs behind him, a faint whine leaving her mouth as she begins to wake up.

~

Jungkook’s legs feel heavy, glued to the floor, and his eyes haven’t left that spot on the wall they fixated in when he realized that watching Ira leave would make it all that more painful. And so, he stands there, mind empty yet hazy with incoherent thoughts he can’t puzzle together. An ominous cloud fills the space as the sun finally sets and the room goes dark around him. For a minute, Jungkook basks in a thought surprisingly comforting: the worst thing has already happened. It takes him in and cradles him as he goes with that narrative.

It doesn’t last long. Soori’s cries from behind him sound distant, faint, for the briefest of seconds before they fully snap Jungkook out of his trance. His baby. He turns around and sees her little figure propped up against the bars of her crib, looking up at him, pacifier hanging from the string that attaches it to her sleeping gown. Her eyes are red and glassy with tears and he wonders for how long she’s been crying.

“Hey, hey…,” his voice is gentle, a soft coo as he reaches for Soori, flushing his chest to hers once he has her in his arms. His free hand coming up to cradle her head as he softly sways back and forth, “it’s okay, baby. I’m here… I’m here.”

Her crying comes to a halt but she fuzzes in his arms, little whines escaping her mouth as Jungkook settles into the rhythm he knows she finds soothing. It’s then that it dawns upon him – his brief encounter with comfort was a lie his brain told his heart. Delusion a form of survival. His hold on Soori’s head tightens a bit, almost as if to ease the impact his thoughts might have on her. The worst is yet to come. His tears fall freely now, fear and uncertainty tugging at his chest in a way that takes him aback with how physically painful it is. His hands shake and his legs feel weak, like they won’t be able to hold him, or the burden that settles through him, for much longer.

He gives in before they give out, slowly lowering his legs as they cross until he can finally feel the soft fabric of the carpet underneath him. Soori’s tears release yet again the moment the swaying stops, the new position on the floor in her father’s arms making her even more restless. He holds her, whispering a string of sorry, sorry, sorry against her ear as he brings her soft cheek flush to his until their tears form an even stream of droplets falling down their faces, settling uncomfortably on their necks.

He loses track of time and he can feel, ever so distinctively, as his spirit weakens by the minute. Mind still in that haze that makes it hard to distinguish between an empty mind and a racing one. He can’t find the words and as soon as his worries fixate on one thing in particular, he swerves around it. Not really letting his brain linger on just one to nit-pick, instead preferring the overwhelm of them all combined, thrown at him together. He rather not know what exactly scares him the most about this situation. Usually enticed by challenge, this one finds him unwilling. He wants nothing more than to lower his whole body to the floor, hold his baby and close his heavy lids until he falls into a deep slumber. But he knows he can’t. Soori can’t stay still. Soori crawls. Soori is small but mighty and it would take her a matter of minutes to find her way to the stairs. Soori’s cries bounce on the walls, getting louder and louder. He wonders if she had her night bottle. Soori nibbles on her hand the way she’s come to do as she teethes, face scrunched up in discomfort. Soori needs him.

Soori came into the world kicking and screaming and with a healthy shade of pink adorning her tiny body that finally made Jungkook release the breath he’d been holding from the moment he could see her head from his position next to Ira as he held her hand. His first thought was how small she was, he couldn’t shake the fear of having her in his arms, wondering if she’d fit just right. Her cries restored something inside of him he’d long lost when he was very young and the harshness of the world tumbled down upon him, stripping him of an innocence he knew he’d want his daughter to carry for as long as she could. The overwhelm in his heart when he cut her umbilical chord was the sweetest he’d experience; and when she was finally placed in her mother’s chest and he could allow the world to slow down around him to take in his daughter for the first time, he made an unspoken vow. Love would always be stronger. Hope would always prevail. As long as she needed him, those two would be the root of his every action. Strength found its way to a corner of his heart that was growing by the second the more he stared at Soori. He’d take on the bravery of the world so as to make hers softer. And he’d love her in all of his lives.

He gets up, body feeling lethargic but adjusting his grip on his daughter’s body, putting his whole consciousness there. He doesn’t trust his limbs.

“Are you hungry, baby?” He asks her. It’s rhetoric, for various reasons. “Yeah, you are.” He says, even though he’s not sure. He begins the trip towards the kitchen, forcing a mental strain to go about his every step. To wrap around his every thought. To figure out where to go from here.

He reaches the bottom of the stairs, stopping by the living room first to lay her gently on the couch before removing her sleeping gown, setting her free from the restraints and letting her legs kick at him. Her demeanour changed and when he stares into her eyes, slightly envious of how her tears have seemed to dry, she smiles at him. It’s a wide grin that flashes him her two little bottom teeth that are beginning to come through and his heart melts at the sight. His heart hurts but she nurses the wound slowly and he can’t help but smile back at her. It takes him aback at times – how in nine short months he’s come to grow so enamoured with this fun-sized version of a human that demands so much time, attention and energy from him. But it’s moments like these, when she shines light into his dark corners with just a smile, that he understands. She holds more power in her two peeking bottom teeth than half of the things Jungkook thought gave him purpose nine months ago when she made her entrance into the world. Kicking and screaming and pink.

He cradles her in his arms once again as he stands up and positions her to rest at his waist. She instinctively grabs his ear – another one of the habits she’d picked up recently. Jungkook likes knowing he’s able to soothe her, almost mindlessly. Something catches his eye and he recognizes it immediately. Ira’s phone, resting on top of the coffee table. He leans, tapping the screen until it flashes back at him. Her wallpaper is a picture of her and Jungkook, taken three years prior, at the beginning of their relationship. Their happy faces stare back at him – mocking him. He scoffs. Nothing’s funny but he’s laughing because he can’t allow himself a fit of anger right now. And crying sounds too exhausting, his eyes too tired.

It hits him again, not that he needed much confirmation. It hits him that she’s not looking back. It hits him that she left with every intention to not spare them a second glance. It hit him that wherever she is, their realities are so different now. The moment she walked out that door she left nothing and everything that mattered behind. She freed herself from her role and walked steadily into the direction of whatever she deems as freedom. Ira was never one to ease into things. It used to be something that excited him. He looked at her and at times his brain painted flames of fiery orange seeping through her. Bold, confident – fearless.

He stands in front of the kitchen counter, one handing the process of making Soori’s bottle. Eyes lost, not really following the formula as it goes inside the bottle, the water – its temperature. Too hot? No, too cold. He puts it inside the bottle warmer, pushes the button and waits. He asks himself if he’s surprised or just heart broken. Mentally, he shakes the Jungkook from two hours ago and asks him, “did you not see it coming? Were you trying or were you lying to yourself?” The conclusion he draws feels like not enough. He saw it coming, yes. For over a year now he’s felt like the path he’s been walking went from eggshells to shattered glass – unavoidable, painful, way too fucking loud. So, he knew. He knew his feet would give out. He knew she was going to cut through all of him one day. Yet as much knowledge as he held when it came to his situation, he could’ve never seen this coming. He’d imagine their impending doom hitting him in the face eventually. They weren’t married, she could just leave at any moment. She could leave him at any moment. He’d set her free and he’d still give Soori a home, doubled in love to make up for her parent’s distance and the back and forth she’d have to endure. He would’ve tried. More couple’s therapy, individual counselling, all the help he could muster to get from friends, family. Trips to bond, trips to escape. He did all that and he would’ve done more. Because he loved her. He loves her.

He’s not sure when their love became mechanical, a form of habit. Disappointment tends to do that to people, he reckons. But he still did love her and he tried. Not just because of Soori but because of Ira, too. And because of them. Not the three, but the two they used to be. The same two that rest on top of his coffee table, trapped inside a memory forever, unaware of the future ahead but so hopeful. He loved the love they had and so for that reason, he loved her.

The bottle warmer beeps and he takes it out of the sleek looking machine. Soori bounces in his hold, excited. “Come on, missy. Let’s have dinner.” He tells her and she throws some unintelligible baby noises at him.

He heads back to the living room and sits them down on the couch. He props Soori against a pillow and feeds her the bottle. What are we going to do, he thinks, but brushes the thought away. This weight falls on his shoulders and he makes yet another unspoken vow as he stares down at her. He promises her a soft impact, painless whenever it can. He promises to hold her and coax her through it, to ease the burden and to explain with lullabies when the time is right. He stares at her until her eyes flutter, beginning a sleepy dance as she fights to stay awake, holding her feet in her small hands. A silent tear falls down his eyes and that’s the last sight, slightly blurry because of her long eyelashes, between her heavy lids before she falls into a peaceful slumber.

~

He paces around the living room. He paces the way he does when ideas are brewing inside his head at work – new locations, new investors, new partnerships. Ideas, ideas, ideas. He’s good at coming up with them. He’s good at quick solutions to whatever problem might arise – it’s what made his father ease so effortlessly into an early retirement after teaching Jungkook the ins and outs of the so-called empire he now calls his.

Soori sleeps on the couch. The pillow she’d been propped in now besides her, building a barrier between her body and the soft cushions. He knows she’d be off better in her crib but the idea terrified him, made him feel alone.

Ideas, ideas, ideas yet he can’t come up with a single one. A part of him tells him there’s not much left to do. It tells him that it’s been done. That it’s time to move on with his life, with their lives. But the mere idea of taking the leap – of moving on, finds him scared, confused and shatters him more and more. It also reminds him of the way she so casually walked out, like it didn’t matter. She set flame to the fire and didn’t even linger around long enough to watch it burn. It angers him, her carelessness. He’s not like that, never has been, and he’s not going to start now. He knows forcing himself to move on will only repercuss in him breaking even further in the long run. So, his first idea is to face the reality. But he can’t right now, he feels too alone, too small. He has to push his heroic persona aside and admit defeat. And so he does.

His second idea finds him seeking comfort. He can’t be comfort to Soori if he’s just breaking. He knows he’s going to break; he knows this is just the beginning, but he needs there to be more to it. He retrieves his phone from his back pocket, inhaling loudly as he unlocks it. He needs a friend. He has a couple, another thing he takes pride in, but he knows this situation is way too sensitive. He thinks of Seokjin, his contact the most recent call on his phone, but he quickly diverts. Suelgi, his wife, had grown rather fond of Ira and in a way, she’d become her confidant amidst the whirlwind that was motherhood. He doesn’t feel like delivering news that will require him comforting someone else to that extent – he can barely comfort himself, let alone his friend.

His eyes find Taehyung’s name on the screen, also a recent contact on his call history. Yes, good – this is good. Taehyung is good. Him and Mai have been a constant in Jungkook’s life for as long as he can remember. He’s seen them go from high school sweethearts to a painful college breakup that luckily ended up in them finding their way back to each other. It took Taehyung approximately 37 days to ask her to marry him. He’d never seen two people sport a last name with more pride – The Kims. Nowadays they also go by mom and dad. They’re Soori’s godparents and Jungkook’s best friends. He taps on his contact and the first ring against his ear sounds obnoxiously loud. His head pounds against his skull.

“Yo, you’re on speaker phone!” Taehyung’s voice, enthusiastic as always, fills the speaker. Jungkook stays quiet.

“Ggukie, we were just about to call you!” It’s Mai’s voice on the phone now. “Dae is down for the night and we just popped open that bottle of Don Julio 1942 Tae got after the inauguration of the gallery. He had an early mid-life crisis after Monsters Inc had him shedding tears before bedtime.” Jungkook can hear Taehyung’s gasp of offense at his wife’s confession somewhere in the background. He’s unable to make a sound as Mai continues. “He’s insisting we do something crazy to ‘feel young again’ so shots on a Wednesday it is!” she mocks.

“I…,” Jungkook begins – but where does he even start?

Taehyung grabs the phone from Mai, “come on, tell Irie. Soo can sleep in Dae’s old bassinet.”

“Ira’s gone.” He blurts out. It’s abrupt and probably not the best way to break the news but the pet name breaks him and he doesn’t think he can stay in their bliss for a second longer.

“Gone where?” Taehyung asks innocently and even though his question makes Jungkook’s temple throb in pain he doesn’t pin it against him.

But silence is all he can offer.

“Oh…,” Mai starts – intuitive as ever. Her voice is soft, and already Jungkook releases a bit of tension in his shoulders, knowing she understood. “Oh, Gguk…”

“I just-”

“Come over, Gguk. Or we can go – as you wish. Just say the words.” Mai comforts.

“No, I’ll go. I need to get out of here.” And those are the surest words that leave his mouth that night.

~

He’s gentle with Soori as he straps her into her car seat. She’s a heavy sleeper, just like him, but he still holds his breath as she settles her down and gets her ready for the road. He double checks the diaper bag and when everything ticks off his mental list he heads for the driver’s seat.

Soori sleeps and he tries to focus on the road and just the road. No music on the stereo. Just full focus on what he can see from his windshield as he takes turns on the wide streets of his neighbourhood and mental turns in his head, swerving all the painful thoughts away.

The quiet lasts maybe a total of three minutes before Soori’s wide awake and back to inconsolable crying. She’s not a whiny baby – her demeanour often praised for being so peaceful, big eyes taking in the world around her as she graces it with her softness. But she’s been in and out of sleep, out of schedule, and Jungkook knows she misses Ira.

Because when Ira said she tried, she wasn’t lying. She tried, she did. She breastfed until it was physically painful. She did the exhausting night feeds right alongside Jungkook and then what felt like ten years with no rest as Soori was sleep training. She gave her baths, took her to Thursday brunch with her friends, read her books before bedtime. When they took weekend trips to get away from routine, Ira got this aura about her – something bordering on happiness that she carried so effortlessly. It would leave Jungkook hopeful – but his hopes would crash the moment they settled back home. Her therapists’ suggestions for bonding with Soori all made sense to Ira. In fact, they were so good she almost believed them. Sometimes they would have long days in the sun, fun family gatherings were the affection Jungkook’s parents would give Soori would fill her with something that almost felt like pride. They would sit in the grass of their big garden and watch her play with his family dog and a glimpse of hope would knock on the closed doors of her heart. Those days felt so good, but the sun eventually set and the air would feel sombre again as they drove back to their house. Totheir lives. Deep within, Ira wished she could enjoy the day without having to take it back home with her.

The love Ira gave Soori was also mechanical. But Soori didn’t know better – all she saw was love. And warmth. And the smell of her mom’s clothes as she rocked her to sleep. The sound of her voice as she begged her to, ‘please be good. Please don’t cry. I can’t take it anymore,’ when Jungkook would leave and she’d have a whole day ahead of a life that felt like a chore. All Soori heard was lullabies because she doesn’t know better.

“We’re almost there, baby. Shh, Soo. You’re alright, pretty girl.” He says, but he doesn’t think she can hear him with how loudly she’s crying.

Soori misses her mom.

Jungkook cries, too. And, taking advantage of her high-pitched mewls that fill the confined space, he sobs too.

~

Jungkook parks behind Taehyung’s car in their driveway. He grips the steering wheel, afraid the moment his friends take them in it will all become too real. He sits there – Soori’s cries less sporadic this time, almost like she gave up on getting her father’s attention. He opens his door, welcoming the soft breeze inside his car for a brief moment before he’s closing it and heading towards the backseat.

Mai had been standing next to her window for the past fifteen minutes. Heir brain had been running around in circles, wondering how exactly things escalated, how they got to this point. She fears for her friend’s sanity, knowing Jungkook had been walking a thin line for as long as her memory remembers her very own excitement over Soori’s prompt arrival.

She sees his car drive in front of her house, taking a swift turn until he’s finally parked in her driveway. She can’t see much but she can paint a mental picture of Jungkook just sitting there, lost – an expression she’s seen him adapt more and more lately. She perks up at the sight of him but her face falls into a frown the minute she sees him walk back to the backseat.

“What-?” she whispers to herself. “Tae, Gguk is here. With… Soori,” she says, watching her little head come out of the backseat of his car.

“Soori?” Taehyung asks, confusion lacing his voice, a frown adorning his face.

Mai walks quickly to the front door, opening it before Jungkook reaches it. His eyes meet hers and he sighs. He notices her eyes fixated on Soori, who’s own are red and swollen from crying, whimpers still leaving her lips. Her breath is erratic and Jungkook feels her little body jolt as she begins to let out another cry. Mai’s confused expression lets Jungkook know that of course, his friends were expecting Ira to leave him. They were expecting Soori to leave him, too, by pure default. That’s just how the narrative usually unfolds, doesn’t it?

But the narrative isn’t catering to Jungkook’s best interest. Their narrative is far from what you would consider normal.

“Come in, Gguk. What-,” she begins, but opts not to bombard him with the hard questions right away. “Come in.”

Taehyung immediately reaches for Soori who falls into his arms seamlessly. “Hey, princess. Hey, you’re alright Soori girl. Come here.” He coos and she begins to soften at his voice, “that’s a big girl. Stop growing up.” He tells her, last request a whisper, as he brings her cheek to his, holding her in embrace – comforting her.

Jungkook steps inside their home, its warmth embracing him immediately and he’s glad he came here.

Taehyung and Mai got an unexpected influx of money before Dae was born – the gallery they’d been running attracting a different sort of crowd all of a sudden. The curiosity and modernity of the curation they’d put their hearts and souls (and savings) into attracting a crowd of curious yet wealthy collectors, investors and sole lovers of the craft. One turned into two galleries, then three and now recently, four. They amount their success to the faith of the people, the artists and the consumers and the ones that were simply driven by the passion for it. Mai was seven months pregnant when they upgraded from their small one-bedroom apartment to their four-bedroom, white picket fenced home. The very first materialization of that first taste of big-time money.

The first words she let out when she stepped inside were, “I can’t wait for toys to litter these shiny floors.” And litter them they did, giving it a feel of family Jungkook admired and promised himself his own wouldn’t lack. Ira hated clutter though.

“Let’s sit down, okay?” Mai says calmly, holding onto his arm. His steps are a bit hesitant and wobbly – if she didn’t know better, she’d think he was drunk.

“Okay.” He returns.

Taehyung follows behind him, a quiet Soori nuzzled against his shoulder, breath fanning the crook of his neck that grows steadier within the second. Now more than ever, Jungkook is grateful for the soothing effect he has on her.

He sits down, Mai occupying the spot besides him. Taehyung stays positioned on his feet before them, gently swaying Soori from side to side as her body grows limp, temping sleep.

His head comes forward, gaze fixated on his shoes. He breaks. “She left us. She just… left. Said she’d booked a job in New York. I thought she’d be gone for a week at most. But then she said she’d be gone for good. She,” his words get stuck in his throat, pain unleashing inside of him all over again at the fresh memories, “said she tried. Took one last look at Soori and then just… left.”

As soon as his recollection of the story comes to an end, he realizes just how short it was. His life came to an abrupt stop and then took a 180 degree turn in the span of what Jungkook deems to have been five minutes.

He never wants to utter the words she said again.

He’s crying and Taehyung wants nothing more than to hold him, let him know that it will all be okay. But he’s finding it hard to believe it himself, so he leaves the words of comfort to Mai. His arms instinctively wrap tighter around Soori – heart breaking at the realization she’d been abandoned, too.

“Come here,” Mai says, wrapping her arm around him and letting him cry, head against her shoulder, his own shaking as silent tears spill from his eyes.

“Do you think she’ll come back, Gguk?” Taehyung asks, even though he knows the answer. He’s always found it easier to console after knowing the facts, not believing in the whole ignorance is bliss bullshit.

He shakes his head. His voice is quiet when he says, “No. She left her phone behind, her half of the closet was empty. I’m not even sure it’s New York where she was headed.”

Mai shakes her head in disbelief. Her motherly instincts take on flight or fight mode as she tries to grasp just how someone could do something like that.

“Okay…,” Taehyung begins, sitting down next to him. “Listen to me,” but Jungkook’s gaze is still transfixed to the floor. “Jungkook-ah.”

“Huh?” He says, voice distant, eyes still lost.

“We’ll figure it out. Okay? You and Soori- you’re not alone. We’re here and we’ll figure it out. You’ve got us, the both of you.” Jungkook nods at his friends’ words. Taehyung rests his head on top of his shoulder. He’s grateful for his reassurance, even if he doesn’t fully believe it.

They don’t press on any further, well aware this is not the time to dissect the situation. He lets Mai pull him to his feet. She asks him a couple of questions that he can’t fully follow so he shakes his head at every single one of them. With Soori asleep in Taehyung’s arms, he lets himself disassociate.

He follows Mai up the stairs, Taehyung right behind them. He doesn’t complain when the darkness of their guest bedroom impairs his sight slightly, finding comfort in its density. The feel of the bed against his aching body lulls him into something that almost feels like peace – senses calming down slightly, as if telling him the day has finally come to an end.

Taehyung is detaching Soori from his body, lowering her down towards the bassinet besides the bed. Jungkook jumps from his resting position in the bed, startling Mai who tries holding him back instinctively.

“No. Put her here. She- she needs to sleep with me, she-” His voice is frantic.

“It’s okay, Gguk. Look, she’s here.” Taehyung places her in the bed next to her father who follows the baby’s movement as his own head hits the mattress.

Mai builds a makeshift fort of pillows that surround Soori’s tiny frame, stacking one on top of the other for good measure. She makes a mental note to check up on her throughout the night.

“Baby monitor. Just in case he doesn’t wake up.” Taehyung says, placing one of the devices in the bedside table.

“Tae,” Mai starts but she doesn’t really know where the sentence was going. Shock settles upon her.

“I know.” He says.

“Fuck, Tae. What is he-,” Mai makes sure to hear for Jungkook’s soft snores before she finishes, “Soori’s only nine months old. How could she just leave?”

Taehyung wraps his arm around Mai, bringing her close to his chest as the same fear she’s feeling begins taking over him, too. He shakes his head. “I don’t know, baby. I- we’ll figure something out. It’ll be alright.”

Soori twitches in place, letting out a loud sigh that has Mai sure will be followed by another restless string of sobs. But Jungkook places his hand on her tummy, eyes still closed, gently rocking her as he lets out a soft coo, something so faint they can’t quite make up his words. But his daughter relaxes against his touch, falling back into a peaceful sleep.

Fear plagues him but Taehyung is sure of the words that fall past his lips next.

“They’ll be alright.”

~------------~

i hope you enjoyed! stream butter to mend those hearts if you’re hurting as much as me over this mess! if you liked this I would love to know and to chat all about it – or about whatever u want, i want army friends :) lots of kisses!!!! xxxxxx

rough edges pt. 9

pairing: jungkook | reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk warnings: swearing, drugs, drinking, trafficking, vomitting, puking, getting high, unprotected sex word count: 16k

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Yeah, you hate yourself too. Probably not as much as Jungkook does. He hasn’t replied to your texts or returned any of your calls since the breakup two weeks ago. Why would he anyway? It’s torture to run into him on campus only to have him ignore your entire existence. He’d go so far as to go out of his way just so you wouldn’t cross paths. You deserve it, you admit. 

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the art of craving | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff

>>word count: 6.9k

>>warnings: the domesticity… sob sob, the cutest baby… sob sob, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, all that good dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, oral (m), videotaping, sexual tension, balls in face, covering of mouth (?), a lil bit of external prostate stim bc jk deserves it 😌, dirty talk, creampie,  sex in someone else’s house (? again), omg almost all members are dad’s 🥲, so many dilfs hhhh, hobi being out of pocket, questionable breakfast in bed 👍🏻

>>notes: HE’S BACK!! also i knocked this out in one day, so I’m sorry for mistakes or if it falls short, i tried to do dilf jk justice 🤧 

also also i don’t think you necessarily need to read the previous part to understand this one, but if you would like to it is here!!

>>summary: jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

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There was a fanfic i used to read a while ago and i need help finding it! I don't know if anyone will see this but please if you think you may know it, respond and let me know, and if not, reblog and try to help spread this with others!

It was a bts ot7 x reader fic. It was based on a girl who was chosen to be on a reality TV show and basically have sex with each member and i think at the end of every week she had to kick 1 member out. And during each week a member would be given some sort of challenge or something to do with the girl or something i don't really remember but YEA. That's all i remember from the series but if you know what im talking about PLEASE TELL ME WHAT ITS CALLED IM BEGGING YOU!

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