Sonic Rain (m)

sonic rain (m)

pairing: jung hoseok x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst ∘ dancer, college au

word count: 25,043

description: Feeling as if molasses coats his bones isn’t a good metaphor for a dance major like Hoseok, but maybe you’re the girl that can wash his troubles away… Now if only he’d gotten your damn number.

It was one of those miserably hot overcast days. The type where the sun’s rays proved useless against the murky clouds, the constant threat of rain just waiting for that opportune moment to pour down. Pour down and soak your backpack through to that $280 physics text book — yeah, it was that type of day.   

From the time that Hoseok left for classes, to the time he arrived back at his tiny one-bedroom apartment, humidity consumed the air. The fabric of his tank-top and joggers clung to him with sweat, beads of perspiration coating the strands of his hair as he tucked it beneath a cap to combat his frizzy locks.

Just as he parked his car and gathered his books after a grueling day of dance practice mixed in with gen eds, he felt the light sprinkle of what would soon be another down pour. It was projected to rain through the night, harsh thunder storms with possible power outages predicted to begin in the next couple of hours. He quickly jogged to the front door, inserting the key before stumbling inside and tossing his backpack to the floor.

“Finally.” He sighed to himself, his body going limp as he collapsed against the couch.

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here they are

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (unnamed oc) genre: friends to lovers + slice of life au | drama, romance, theme of intimacy issues wc: 1,931 description: Somehow years and years of clinging to each other’s sides, using each other as anchors when the world’s unrelenting waves tested them and their limits, and staying afloat simply by these methods have led them to this. A point in which feelings come into play and former lovers and once bright flames mean nothing more than afterthoughts in the grand scheme of her and Jungkook. author’s note: a lot of my own personal feelings went into this. it’s my first official piece (aside from that chanyeol thing I’ve been trying to figure out) so woo! dedicating to my girl @tendershepherd because she’s the bee’s knees and I just feel like it.

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Orange Tulips (M)

=> Jeon Jungkook. Soulmate!AU. Reincarnation!AU 

Summary: You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut

Words: 10,294

a/n: This is a roller coaster of emotions, but it has a happy endng because I’m a sap and didn’t want to make myself cry.

He came to you like a breath of fresh air, cleansing your body and bringing life to your bones. He was the type of art that only existed on grainy canvases of white, beautiful colors blending together to form a perfection to your eyes. He was the smell of fresh rain on a summers afternoon, peculiar and satisfying mixed into nothing other than complete and utter fondness on your part.

He was your other half.

He just didn’t know it.

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i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

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You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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learn to trust || ksj

⇢ summary: love is a terrifying thing, and seokjin teaches you how to forget that in the hazy hours of early morning. (boyfriend au)

⇢ genre: fluff, light angst, implied smut

⇢ word count: 2.2k

⇢ warnings: swearing

⇢ note: inspired by learn to trust by bad suns, personal feelings, and the fact that i haven’t written for seokjin yet (which is super idiotic akljgfsfd;kl). written all in one sitting because i’m ridiculous like that.

Kim Seokjin is beautiful, and this is not news to anyone. Certainly not to you.

He is somewhat of an enigma for anyone to behold, a work of art come to life that nearly pains your eyes. Full lips, a delicate nose, radiant skin, hair that sweeps across his forehead in such an effortless manner it astounds you every time. Broad shoulders fill out every shirt he wears, yet his torso ends at a sharp point when it nears his impeccably small waist. You could wax poetic about his marvelous features for years. Decades. Centuries, even.

What strikes you as particularly strange, however, is the fact that people feel he concludes there, a pretty face that should be assigned to a thousand modeling agencies and nothing more. It is as if they see him as something less tangible than an alluring body. They do not bother to gaze past his face and peer into his golden, generous heart. They fail to see the selflessness that he has when he offers to drive his best friend to school every day, or the kind way he tucks sleepy people into bed, or how he relentlessly cooks meals for his friends when he has no reason to do so at all, or the fact that each and every cliché joke he gives is not for his own benefit, but for the benefit of those who will feel an overabundance of elation from his humor.

In a peculiar way, you do not necessarily blame them for feeling like this. His heart is almost too much to bear.

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splinter (m)

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: angst, non-explicit smut / college au

» word count: 6,518

» description: Perhaps in their last moments together, the pieces won’t seem so broken. That maybe even with their jaded hearts they can salvage some replica of what it all once was. 

» note: there are mentions of cheating in this story

People love to talk about the ‘what ifs.’

What if they had just kept going, what if they had chosen a different path, what if things had just gone the way they had so desperately wanted them to? Humans torture themselves with these thoughts, all while urgently grappling at the threads of their memories that led to the fork in the road where things went awry. They ponder them tirelessly, wondering if they could’ve done something different, only to realize in the end that it didn’t matter because what was done was done. It was that simple, yet again, people still loved to talk, ponder, and torture themselves with the possibility of what if — However, in your personal experience, there was something much worse.

There was a sub-group of sorts to the what-ifs, called the ‘almosts.’ Almosts are burning flames of misery because they tease you by getting so heartbreakingly close to what you wanted. They were in your reach, resting on the tip of your tongue, only to dissipate before you could swallow it down and make it yours.

So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the-almosts. But what you were even less keen on was being in the same room as your almost, the thread of memories making the air thick as it wrapped its way around your throat.

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