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Not just February, but every day of every month, every year.

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Last one picked (2)✔︎

TW: mentions of unhealthy obsession, stalking, kidnapping(?) Yandere jungkook

A/N: so I made another part lol, this is part 2 of ‘last one picked’ sorry, I couldn’t put the link in for the first part, sorry for any misspells

When you love someone so much all you can think about is them, though most people Jungkook age were thinking about studying, going to party’s and sex. He knew that you went to those party’s. Grinding on some random frat boy, then making them fall for you in a moments flash.

No, you didn’t do that to jungkook. You didn’t even know jungkook was a living breathing human. Well maybe you knew of him, perhaps a class or two that he would sit behind you in. Lectures that he had only taken because you were there.

But, he still was so, so shy he couldn’t be in the same room as you without jizzing in his pants. Some days jungkook would often work himself up, saying that he ‘wasn’t good for you’ ‘stupid and the only way he could be with you was watching from a distance.

In some time he wanted you more, all to himself more or less. You both could become the campus couple. Always together, moving in with each other rather quickly, perfect.

“-ook, jungkook,” suddenly he was brought back to his reality. There you were, right next to him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Your eyes showed so much concern, “oh, nothing, I was just thinking,” “About what....?”

“You,”

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Jungkook soon relized that he finaly had you, on his arm. After pinning (stalking) you for who knows how many years he had you.

He never told you that he did the things he had done, bad things. It didn’t matter, all that did was the feeling of your unimaginable love that seeped through your body on his. Along with your ravishing sent that made him go crazy.

After college, you both got married. Got jobs, had kids grew old, so on. Still he told nobody, nobody but his son. Told him “the only way to get the person you love is to rid them from what they believed in first, make them believe in you and what you do for them.”

In the end jungkook really didn’t know how he got you. Out of luck or was it his payment for always being the last one picked?

Going under

WARNINGS: blowjob, yandere namjoon, kidnapped reader, noncon touching (?)

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE WARNINGS

Death was the freedom from life, once you were alive you had to wait to be dead. Unless you were so desperate to leave this hell. A hell we call 'home'.

Life was hell and going under was freedom. Namjoon knew that.

The soft sound of biggie smalls rang through the bleach smelling car, you sitting in the passenger seat turned uncomfortably to the window. Namjoon hummed to the song 'juicy', lightly tapping his lengthy fingers on the bland steering wheel. Suddenly he looked over at you, "Are you gonna talk? Because Y/n I can force ya' to."

You felt a warm hand scale across your thigh.

"I'm sorry namjoon." "What are you sorry for? Tell me." His hand still placed hauntingly close to your core. "I'm sorry for not listening to you,"

"That'a girl!" Namjoon sent a palm slapping into your thigh causing you to jolt. His hand wouldn't leave, it was still there, slithering up farther. Farther than hauntingly close. "I want you to do something for me." He smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "Suck my cock, and I'll let you have a phone call to your parents."

Without thinking you set your hands on his lap, "ohhhh, so it's a yes?" He taunted

Unzipping his tight jeans you found his bulge, boxers smothered with pre cum. "Yes," you said

As you pulled his dick from its tight confines the bulbous tip slapped across you face, smearing cum on your face. "Fuck ya-" he groaned above you.

Giving his cock a good lick you swallowed him whole. "Mhm, just- ah fuck-" soon he's at the edge, groaning and grunting when he cums. Your surprised that he was still on the rode, even if it is namjoon.

"Can I have my call now?"

"No,"

I’m sorry that I did answer sooner, hopefully that some can help

Hello, everyone. I’m so sorry I have to do this here, but me and my friend need help. We have been trying to share this for over five months but we haven’t gotten any results. We are starting to get desperate. Please go to my blog and donate or share the very first post that comes up. Please