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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny Masterlist
‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.
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Case 001: Attorney Park | Part 2
pairing: lawyer!jimin x lawyer!reader (Choi Y/N) genre: established relationship, law au word count: 3.3k+ words
summary: Date a lawyer they said. It'll be fun, they said. And so he did but all he got were eye twitches and constant migraines. The doctors assured him he's a hundred percent fine when he whined about the unbearable pains, they said it's nothing a pain reliever couldn't solve but that wasn't the case. The reason is, what he thinks is, his declining health is you. parts: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 ( Trial & Error Series Masterlist )
warnings: drama, smut, fluff, creampie, angst, dom!jimin, lawyer!jimin, kinda crack?, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of breakup, sad parts were hella sad for me, mentions of violence but I toned it down a bit
Your professors told you about making friends in law school because the world of law was awfully small. Aside from that, not everyone who passed the bar exam will practice it. Some will go on to run a family business, others were only in it for the title, while a handful, if not most, will pursue a career in politics where one’s pockets are always full and influence is far reaching.
Jimin could have joined a fraternity to expand his connections especially when finals rolled – where some fraternity members hand out their ‘brothers’ cheat sheets of the exams – but he wasn’t part of anything like that. Park Jimin believed in hard work too but he also believed in stars and karma biting people right in the ass.
Astrology is refined bullshit in your opinion. Dead stars have nothing to do with how your life map was laid out the day you were born. But lately you’ve been pondering the concept of stars moving and aligning when you found yourself spending more time debating it out with Jimin among other things. You frequently hung out after your day at a fastfood place with him.
“Are you seriously telling me that you, Park Jimin who’s studying to be a lawyer; a job that, mind you, is based on facts and solid evidence, believe in the fucking stars?”
“There are a lot of things in this life you can’t explain, Y/N. Besides, astrology is science. They studied it going back as far as when Jesus and his homeboys were still on a world tour,” you never understood why he was so passionate about this whole thing but you let it pass.
“It’s like being in love or just generally feeling things you’ve never felt before,” he shrugs.
“That doesn’t even make sense. I feel like I’m voluntarily killing my last brain cell by talking to you.”
“Hmm, maybe that’s your venus sign. Go ask Mister Capricorn over there,” you shook your head in disbelief and pointed at Taehyung who was busy with his readings while listening to music,
“Even you?!” Taehyung took his airpod out thinking you were saying something.
“Sorry, what was that?”
That one lunch with Jimin progressed into an everyday thing – you hung out with him and Taehyung a lot more often nowadays in a diner Taehyung liked so much. Sometimes Hana and her boyfriend Heesung would join the three of you. Then the both of them joined your study group which was of great help because both of them were the creme de la creme of your batch. When they asked if they could tag along with you and Hana when you said you had to visit your mom – you said yes. Your mom was as lovely as ever, treating your friends like her own as she made a lot of tteokbokki as you requested.
“Sweetheart, go with your friend to the rooftop and enjoy your break. I can manage these,” your mother waves you off with her hands.
“Will you just let me help you with the dishes? I’ve always helped you around,” you looked at her with somber eyes as a protest.
She pushed you to the stairs and urged you to go up until the both of you stopped bickering when Jimin ascended with a surprised look on his face.
“Uhm sorry did I interrupt something?”
“No no, I was just telling Y/N to follow the rest of you upstairs. Do you need anything?” your mother plastered a friendly smile at him, he shook his head at the question.
“Oh, I was just about to use the restroom,” he excused himself.
“Mom–”
“Just go!” You stomped your way with heavy footsteps.
To be fair, your mother did have a lot of dishes to wash after all the meals she prepared and you felt bad that she had to do them on her own. Once she sees that you’re finally at the rooftop, she heads back to the kitchen to finish all the dishwashing.
“Ma’am? Can I help you there?” Jimin shyly enters the small kitchen.
“I’m fine, just join the others upstairs,” she smiles at him but he doesn't budge. He just continued walking to the sink and grabbed a pair of gloves, silently washing the dishes while your mother stood there in shock.
“Jimin, you don’t really have to help me in here,” she frowns but Jimin only smiled at her.
“I don’t really mind, ma’am. Besides, the meals were great”
“That’s really sweet of you. My Y/N is really lucky to have you,” Jimin suddenly froze.
“...We’re not dating or anything, I wouldn’t mind though I– oh wait, I mean, ah let me get my words straight,” he huffs a few breaths before speaking again. “Okay, I got this. We’re all lucky to have her too”
You mom giggled at how flustered Jimin is in front of her. Flustered and blushing in all shades of crimson is how she could describe Jimin at the moment. He just proceeded to continue washing the dishes to hide the embarrassment that’s eating him up.
“You like my Y/N?” her voice sounded so loving as she asked the question.
“Sorry, is it too obvious?” she nodded.
“You give her puppy heart eyes whenever you look at her. I know because that’s how her dad and I looked at each other”
“Even Taehyung says that but she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s too busy burying her nose in books and shi– and academics. Right, academics. She’s preoccupied with them,” she giggled at him.
“She takes after her dad after all – a little too hard working...sometimes too much. Not to mention her smart remarks. That kid only got my looks!”
“That’s one of the many things I liked about her. I just hope she finds things she likes about me too,” he sighed.
“Nonsense! You’re the best son-in-law! You’re perfect as you are,” she laughed a belly laugh when Jimin whipped his head in surprise.
“Why don’t we have a deal, huh?”
“Ma’am, my balls are shaking out of excitement with what you referred to me but I’m an all thumbs guy; I’m not lucky with deals unless they’re debates,” he scrunched his nose.
“Oh please, I’m sure you’ll win this. How about you start making a move on my daughter?”
“O-okay, what’s the catch?”
“I’ll make you kimchi jiggae for as long as you’re with her,” she grins widely but Jimin only tilted his head to the side.
“I don’t see how you’re benefiting from this deal. Also, I think she got the dealing thing from you,” he snorted, making your mom hit his arm playfully.
“To have a very respectful and good-looking son like you is already a win for me,” Jimin smiled fondly at her.
“You have a deal, ma’am”
“Start calling me mom instead, will you?” Both of them laughed as they went on with washing the plates.
The thought of stars aligned when you, Jimin, and Taehyung got accepted to intern for a reputable law firm together because that’s the credential you needed to add to your resume when you apply for other firms in the future. You called your mom as soon as you learned that you got in and she was so happy for the three of you. Even asked the boys to come over again to which Jimin excitedly promised a yes without even asking Taehyung first.
“The two of you, listen. We start next week and orientation follows,” Taehyung mentions your things to do as he organized his pile of books to make space for his laptop.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Do you think the three of us would be in the same department?” Jimin huffed as he placed numerous flag marks on his book, not even bothering to look up. Your hand held your chin as you thought about it.
“Eh? probably not. For sure they’d want us spread out so we can learn different things.”
“Well that sucks ass,” he responds while he flips the paper to the next page.
“What’s your legal basis?”
The dean asked Taehyung who shifted uncomfortably for the first time. He was trying to remember what he studied with you and Jimin earlier today but his memory failed him miserably.
Failing a recitation was normal but not when you’re Kim Taehyung, a regular name on the dean’s list & the dean’s favorite for heading the university’s debate winning team, and certainly not when this is a major course none of you could afford to fail.
“According to–”
“Your provision, Mr. Kim,” Jimin and you watched as Taehyung struggled with his graded recitation. The professor only shook his head in disapproval with the way Taehyung wasn’t doing his best lately.
“Sit down.”
The dean gave everyone an earful that a spot here in the university is earned. Just because we survived our previous semesters doesn’t guarantee that none of us will ever get kicked out in the middle of the school year. The class went on but you and Jimin could feel the tension that Taehyung’s energy exuded.
Taehyung has been off lately and being the good friend that Jimin is, he called him out to gather all his wits one time which resulted in a mini brawl but got sorted out right away. Their friendship dynamic, you think, resembled that of siblings. Today was one of those eventful days of fighting and making up.
“Just where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Jimin asked him as he watched him hurriedly stuffed his things inside his bag.
“Out of here,” Taehyung casually responds.
“I get that you’re sad about some gir–”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll shove this pen right up your ass, Jimin,” The air was too thick for you to even intervene. You were aware that Taehyung was seeing someone but you didn’t know what got him so hell bent about it.
“Fine. But at least get your shit together, man! If the university debars you, it’s over,” Jimin stood with both hands on his waist as he looked at his friend’s sad figure. All Taehyung could do was sigh because Jimin was right.
“I’ll be back later in the day, I promise,” he gave him a sad smile.
“You sound like my dad for your–”
“I get that I’m fucking small alright. Just say you got my point and go,” Jimin rolled his eyes at him, making him chuckle.
“Message us if you need anything last minute, alright?” you waved goodbye at him. He just smiles at you and nodded his head.
“I will, thanks Y/N. See you around, lovebirds,” Jimin froze as he watched Taehyung leave.
‘Son of a bitch lowkey snitched’ he thought.
‘Lovebirds?!’ you mentally screamed. You and Jimin were too platonic to be even seen as one so that comment had you lost in a trance trying to figure out what it meant.
Your internship at the firm flew by quickly faster than you had imagined. After how many weeks in, all you had to deal with was the never ending amount of paperwork unlike Jimin and Taehyung who had to go out of the office with their respective mentors as they settled minor cases.
For the past months, you made lunches for the three of you because they would constantly ask for a bite whenever you brought yours out. At first, you would just tag along with them in the firm’s cafeteria as they ate food they ordered on a food delivery app.
If you had the liberty to spend money on food you could’ve just saved up for something else you would and both of them knew that so they would offer to treat you every now and you would always politely decline.
“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Jimin shook his head.
“Not until you let me have a bite or better yet, how about you pack me one tomorrow,” you groaned at his childish antics.
“Jimin, you're a grown ass man. Make your own food.”
“Then I guess I’m never eating ever again,” he leans his back to his seat with arms crossed.
“Tell me you’re not serious, Jimin”
“I am a hundred percent serious”
“Let him be, Y/N. He won’t last long,” Taehyung mutters tiredly.
“What do you want me to do next? Sit on your lap and feed you like the spoiled brat that you are? Because if that’s the case I’d rather get myself hit by a bus,” you snorted.
“Actually, that would be a good idea but the bus joke wasn’t funny. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” he looked at you sternly.
“Chill it’s just a form of expression”
“Well your form of expression is tasteless. If by any chance you law school doesn't work out for you, don’t apply as a stand up comedian,” he scoffed.
“And if you don’t pursue law, don’t apply as a cook because you’d be sued for arson or reckless imprudence resulting to homicide. Dumbass,” you retort.
“Oh yeah? Then clink clink motherfucker to these hands,” he pointed at your hands with his eyes. “You’re under arrest for your dry sarcasm”
“Death penalty for your sailor’s mouth, Park,” you glared at him.
“That’s it I’m out,” Taehyung stood up and left the both of you to deal with each other alone.
You used to make one for Taehyung too but he started to eat outside instead. He says he needs to get out as a breather from being cramped up in an office setup. He was so apologetic about it but you understood. So now, all the lunches that you packed were for Jimin who always praised your cooking with a mouthful of meat stuffed in his cheeks. The whole interning experience wouldn’t be bearable if it weren’t for them so you had them to thank that for.
Atty. Lee sung all his praises at your work ethic and how your assistance was of great help to him.
“Thank you so much, Y/N. Hopefully you apply here once you’ve finished the boards. I’d be more than happy to work with someone as detail-oriented as you,” he thanks you as he signed your evaluation then hands it back to you.
“Thank you, Attorney. Let’s see how the future goes for me,” your mentor smiles at you fondly.
“If ever you choose to work for another firm, let me know. I’ll put in a good word for you,” you bow to thank him before taking your leave. As you got out of his office, Jimin was standing right outside waiting for you.
“Hey.”
“How did it go?”
“Great actually. Told me I should consider working here just for being detail-oriented on the papers,” He warmly gives you a smile.
“Meticulousness is good. Glad that he praised you for it.”
“Aren’t all lawyers supposed to be detail-oriented? A single mistake can cost a client’s freedom. I mean, we don’t deal with lives the way doctors or firefighters do but what we do is just as important. It’s our liability to make sure of our client’s well-being without them losing their liberty or property.”
Jimin just stared at how your lips moved, watching every word that came out of it. ‘God that’s a fucking sexy brain’ he thinks. You noticed how he was still in a trance so you snapped your fingers at him, catching his attention.
“What? Fried your brain from staying here too long?” Jimin’s laughter roared through your ears.
It was kind of true though – His brain somewhat melted trying to fix settlements for corporations that didn’t want to deal with regular citizens. It irked him that these rich old men called them expendable low lives they think they can just pay off in an instant. However, he also knew how money could be tight for most people so he understood why they would just accept what was offered to them instead of filing a case.
“Nothing. Just thought that you were great,” you were mum for a while, a blush creeping into your cheeks. His eyes grew wide then later smirked at how you responded to his compliment.
“Don’t tell me you have a praise kink?” your eyes widened in horror from the accusation.
“Aha! I knew it. I fucking knew it!”
You raised your middle finger at him as you stomped away making him laugh even harder. When you get back to your cubicle, Chae, one of the interns you had become friends with greets you.
“Hey, Y/N. Are you going with us tonight?”
“Sorry, I’m lost. What’s with tonight?”
“The other interns wanted to have a night out since we just finished here. You should come,”
She smiles at you as both of you cleaned up your respective spaces. ‘Should I? I mean if Tae and Jimin’s coming I should too, right?’ you thought.
“Sure, why not,” you responded after giving thought into it, making Chae clap her hands with glee.
“Alright, all done packing. See you later, Y/N!”
You waved your goodbyes as you continued to put away what's left on your work desk.
“Jimin, do you want thighs or breasts?” Taehyung called out with a phone in one hand as he ordered food for all of you.
“Personality.”
“It’s your fucking chicken. Which part do you want?”
“Just tell them to randomly get one and throw it in the bag. I don’t give a shit. I’m starving!” Jimin groaned in annoyance from the other side of the flat.
The three of you stayed in Taehyung’s place after finally deciding to just ride in one car instead – specifically Taehyung’s – to avoid drunk driving mostly for Jimin’s sake. Taehyung always made sure to drive Jimin back and forth whenever they went out for drinks. However, convincing him was harder than you thought so Jimin took it upon himself to do it instead.
“Taehyung, loosen up you little bitch, just go out with us tonight,” Jimin folded his arms.
“If this is how you beg then I’m not going,” Taehyung narrowed his eyes at Jimin knowing full well what was about to happen next. “I resigned a long time ago from being a babysitter to your drunk ass.”
“That’s true but also, when was the last time you went out with us? Was it a few months ago? Right. It’s been that long, Tae. Just one night. What could possibly go wrong?”
Taehyung thought about it carefully. He had spent so much of his time with his girlfriend that he didn’t have much time to hang out with the two of you. He always poked fun at how Jimin is too overprotective and dramatic but that’s just how he says he is. He says it’s the one of the traits that people who have their Scorpio in Venus tend to have. You didn’t understand the correlation but you just agreed.
“If it’s any consolation, I’ll be the one to look after this idiot so don’t worry about it anymore.”
Both of their heads whipped at your direction as if you were a godsend blessing that came out of a manifestation. None of them expected you to volunteer on your own will.
“Y/N, do you seriously mean that? You’d really give me a break from this pain in the ass?” Taehyung looked at you in disbelief.
You nodded, “Unfortunately, I do.”
“Look at the both of you bond by talking shit about me when I’m right here. Unbelievable!”
Jimin pretended to be mad at both of you, shaking his head as he dramatically paced back and forth in the living room until he tripped over your shoe making you and Taehyung laugh hysterically.
“What the hell, who even owns a size 7?!” He holds up your shoe and yells at it.
“I do,” you mumbled.
He stared at you then back to the shoe. ‘What the fuck? Even her shoe size is cute’ he thought. Jimin cleared his throat before speaking again.
“You have tiny feet,” his remark made you look at him quizzically.
“Foot fetish, too? Really, Jimin?” Jimin hands your shoe back as he stands up from the ground.
“Wrong guy, sweetheart. Foot fetish guy isn’t me. It’s that curly haired bastard sitting on the couch,” he sassily points at Taehyung, eyeing him from head to toe.
notes: This is the first case in the Trial and Error series and yes, the stories are interconnected)
↳ This story is cross posted to wattpad
📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 July
Sharing all the fics read and loved the month of July! It was a busy month for me and I actually just realized I am so late in posting my usual monthly reading list. I also read more ongoing fics I am subscribed to (which means I reblogged more on 🌹ggukkieland than 🌷ggukkiereads).
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Lie- Part 0
Request by Anon : Hi! I would like to request a Jimin Angst/Fluff based on the movie/book “Flipped.” It’s basically about a boy and girl who met in 2nd grade, and since then the girl has been crushing on him, and hasn’t been afraid to show it to him. But, he hates her, and has just been trying to run away from her for all these years. Now they’re 14/15, and after a turn of events she starts seeing that maybe the boy just wasn’t worth it; right about the time he starts seeing that there was more to her. Thank you!
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Angst / Fluff
Summary: There was a time when you loved him and he hated you. Now you hate him, but does he love you?
Parts: 0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // FINAL
A/N: I increased the age of the characters from the original request!
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the pull of the tides (m)
pairing: park jimin | reader genre: surfer au / fluff, light smut word count: 12,513 description: The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too. author’s note: i dedicate this to @workofteaguk ‘cuz look girl, it’s finally here! and i also dedicate this to @jamlessness because you told you have yet to write a jimin fic so i wrote one for the two of us! okay, and @wonhopes too because i subjected her to read over this thing kjddghsjdkh <3
also, bless this post for the inspiration!
When you were young, you begged your parents to take you to see the beach. This was your family vacation suggestion every year. All because you wanted to feel the sand between your toes and slip between your fingers and to watch each grain land right back where it was meant to be. And much like those grains of sand falling away from you, those trips seems to go by, and eventually they ceased the older you got.
Since then, being a prime age of twenty now, you’ve long since yearned to return to the beach town you’ve come to know and love for more than its seaside views.
With school out for another few months and nothing but time to kill, you’re actually more than ecstatic to take up a summer job at Bang’s Snack Shack. It’s directly across from the shores, and the view is absolutely amazing. You can see the way the sun reflects against the waters when it’s high up in the sky and when it goes down. The rays of orange and yellows bounce off the blues in a pretty swirl with small dots of people enjoying the waves on long boards. Each of them practically floating as the blue hues carry them across the vicinity until they’re in the safe confines of the wading area.
You enjoy the sight of surfers though you’re definitely no surfer yourself. You just find their ability in skimming the waters on a long piece of polished and colored wood amazing, especially when they’re at the peak of the waves build-up, and suddenly they’re coming back to the sands with bright eyes and grins to match on their sun-kissed skins. There’s just something beautiful in their enamored states, and although you can never truly understand it, you’re happy to witness it with your own two eyes until a customer snaps you back to reality.
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anywhere is a runway for park jimin
a summary of jimin on run bts ep. 25
Have you read Return of the Empress? If you’re familiar with webcomics, you’ll love it, since it follows the same tropes.
🌷 Yep! Been part of this reading list since last year and have talked about this a bit in some asks. Oh and I added it to this isekai fic rec list too in case you are also looking for similar genres (this is not a comprehensive list though since OP just requested for isekai based on novels). I had this phase for this last year lol. It’s been completed but haven’t read the last few chapters (I have this thing about hating to see a series ends).
Anyway, @you-are-my-joy did a wonderful job with this 🥰.
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One Last Time 01 — Pjm. (M)
⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader
⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst
⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…
⇢ Song : xxxxx
⇢ Word Count : 4.3k
⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!
⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken
⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?
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break up with your boyfriend | jjk
⏤ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x female reader
⏤ genre: history student!oc, art student!jungkook, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, and smut
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: swearing, mention of arguments, nervousness, broken relationship, heartbroken oc, communication issues, teasing, sexual tension, mention of sex, oc gets rejected, mention of breakups, crying, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, pet names, a lot of making out, oral (f & m receiving), praising, pet names, spitting, nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and multiple orgasms
⏤ words: 13,079
⏤ summary: jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you’re far from being like any of his previous hookups. you’re not single. you’re actually in a very long-term relationship with baekhyun, the man you consider the love of your life. but it’s for sure something that won’t stop jungkook. he wants you, and he’s going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.
⏤ author’s note: the fic is finally here! i genuinely want to thank you all for your love on the teaser, i’m still in complete shock for all the love you’ve given me just with a teaser. i was really excited to finally post this fic but i’m at the same time a bit heartbroken i won’t work on it anymore. but, i’m probably going to release some other parts, it still needs to be confirmed! all i hope in the end is that you enjoy this fic & thanks a lot for everything ❤️
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Sticky Kisses || pjm
⤷Genre: romance; fluff; boyfriend!jimin x girlfriend!reader.
⤷Warnings: heavy kissing.
In Jimin's love, there was a beautiful sweetness concealed in every gentle moment with your lover that enriched your life.
It was in the nights he cuddled you close whilst you both dozed to a forgotten film and in the mornings he softly kissed your lips in a temporary farewell did you find the most beauty in life, far more than a forbidden tryst or the thrill a dramatic love could ever offer.
The predictability of your love is what made you fall the most, such as this very moment your eyes followed your lover from beneath his hoodie which you knew he would wrap around you once a shiver overtook your body, just as you had predicted he would waste no time to return to your side with a cup of your most beloved sweetened drink.
You had envisioned just how he brought you into his warmth with plentiful kisses and a cup of hot chocolate as an apology after he had tugged you into the falling flakes of snow with childish amusement.
And you knew his lithe fingers would cover your own to bring the frozen appendage to his lips in a tender kiss as an attempt to warm you, and he did all of those things just as you had believed him to.
However, you didn't expect him to abandon his steaming cup in favor of tugging you into his arms to press you into his chest that held almost no give.
Nor did you predict his loving gaze that locked upon you as a fond smile tugged upon his plush lips as his soft eyes slid to yours which were coated in the remnants of the drink he made for you.
And you definitely didn't foresee the question that trickled from his tongue and into the tight space that separated your sticky lips.
“May I have a taste?” His head tilted to the side, as if to smother the confusing inquiry that was carried upon a breathless whisper with innocence whilst your brows furrowed.
“Is yours too hot? I can-” your offers were suddenly silenced by his finger gently nudging the cup you brought to his lips with a smile at your innocence.
“No, baby,” the ebony strands you adored threading your fingers through fell into his dark eyes as he shook his head, “I want to know if it's any sweeter from your lips.”
Your heart faltered at his words and your breathing stilled whilst you sought solace from your burning want for him within the marshmallows that now seemed so frigid in contrast to the fever he ignited within you.
Under his heavy gaze, you dipped your lips into the heated liquid to bring it over your taste buds and push the creamy fluid around the walls of your cheeks, careful not to suffocate upon his pout.
Yet, before you could allow the warm treat to drip down your throat, his lips descended upon yours, to graze his tongue over the glaze of your own as if a mere twitch could melt the sweetness he found in you, both figuratively and literally.
The scalding mug almost slipped from your finger tips at the sudden meeting that spread a shiver over your body, all else became irrelevant whilst you contently reciprocated the kiss.
A satisfied hum burned between your attached lips at your compliance once a droplet of the delectable taste melted upon his tongue to ignite a ravenous hunger for more.
His teeth carefully tugged at your lips whilst his tongue delved into your mouth to beckon the remnants you still harbored over his tastes as it spilled over his own plush lips and trickled down his jaw.
The saccharine taste overwhelmed his senses to wrap the delight of your kiss in a much sweeter twist as he merely wished to venture deeper.
The tips of his fingers alighted the nape of your neck to nudge you deeper into his love, and he delved into your mouth whilst your chest burned at his soft sounds of content.
His throat burned with the liquid you gifted him with just as his lips had against your feverish friction as he greedily gulped down every last drop as if it were molten gold.
And only once he had lapped up every last drop from you, his sweetly coated lips slowly parted from yours, without a breath to capture.
His deft finger traced the corner of his mouth to collect a smear of molten marshmallow that reminded him of your taste- which gifted him with a guiltless smile.
Your eyes simply followed his figure as he drank from your cup just where your lips had been, still stunned by his fond caresses.
A displeased grunt rumbled through his chest after he cringed away from the mild chocolate and he pulled it away from his features to reveal a smile that poised just above your own, begging to meet yours once more.
“Your lips are much more delicious.”
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Take My Hands Now (Part 1)
pairing: Jungkook x reader
word count: 2,760
genre: drama, angst
summary: You were born with a condition that allowed you to feel the pain someone else was going through when you touched them. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he could not be any less bothered with other people’s feelings and was a well known playboy of the school. One night, at a party, while he attempted to turn you into his toy for the night, he grabbed your hand and pain crashed through you, making you wonder whether behind the facade of this pleasure seeker, he could also be hiding something.
warnings: references to being bullied
comments: loosely based on an article I read recently about a disease called mirror touch synesthesia, where one can feel the pain of another person by looking at them. have not proofread…
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Angel in the Darkness (M)
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
Word Count: 5,468
A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… (alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
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Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.
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hogwarts!au
enemies to lovers!AU
jungkook x reader
warnings: language, sex, family problems
moodboards: namjoon, seokjin, yoongi, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, jungkook, oc
y/n was expecting to be sorted into ravenclaw. After all, her whole family had been a ravenclaw. So when she was sorted into slytherin four years ago, her world changed. Now it’s the start of her fifth year term. she’s found her friends, she knows her strengths, and she excels at getting into trouble. a lot has changed in her time at hogwarts, but one thing always stays the same… her absolute hatred of gryffindor jeon jungkook.
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“Raise my child, just for twelve months”
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au ◇ word count: 6.4 k ◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!
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↳ soulmates au | somewhat bootleg coffeeshop au
pairing » jeon jungkook | reader
genre » soft angst + fluff + sexual themes
word count » 9.280
» on Earth V12 everyone is born with half of their emotions – the other half is safely kept within the soul of their soulmate. however, its been a few wee years and it’s safe to say that you don’t have one. or at least you dont think so. but the universe cant possibly hate you so much as to leave you without your emotions for the rest of your life, or can it?
authors note » yeah yeah, it’s been a while. but soulmate aus are literally the only thing that give me joy and hope about love so…. hope you enjoy it!
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The Most Beautiful Moment in Life - A Short Story
HYYH Series
Chapter 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11.1 11.2 Epilogue
Photographer!Jungkook x femOC
Art College AU
Friends > Lovers, a crap load of fluff, lil bit of angst
‘Real love isn’t some epic saga that movies make it out to be, real love is just finding someone you are happy with. It’s not a sudden epiphany, I think you just wake up one day and you realise - you just realise that you’re in love.’
Hauling the last box of belongings up the stairs, Yuna collapsed onto the tiled floor of the hallway in heavy pants. She scowled at the entire scenario around her – three overflowing boxes of university materials and two large suitcases lay scattered around her under the harsh fluorescent light of the dingy apartment block. She was also sweating profusely underneath the ridiculous items of clothing she was wearing that didn’t fit into the suitcases – two fluffy jumpers, three oversized sweaters, and one winter jacket. It was four weeks into her final year at university and she definitely did not want to be doing this. But it wasn’t her choice to be made – her flatmate had become completely infatuated with a boy she met at the library exactly two weeks ago and decided to pursue a whirlwind romance that made her life literal hell.
This boy, Taehyung, was understandably charming. As an art history student, he was intelligent, full of wit, and most importantly, smoulderingly handsome. Her flatmate, Soo-ji, had really hit the jackpot when she met him. But what Yuna did not anticipate was the spiral into madness that Soo-ji insisted was love. They became one single inseparable entity – where Soo-ji was, Taehyung materialised and where Taehyung went, Soo-ji followed. It blew her mind that two separate human beings could so easily morph into one – what happened to independency and individualism? Or perhaps she was one of those crazy girls who didn’t believe in love – perhaps.
Anyway, their separation anxiety was not a problem to begin with – it only became a problem when Taehyung frequented her apartment more than he did his. Every night when she came back from university, the pair were giggling loudly on the couch with their hands and mouths all over each other. Every morning Yuna woke up, she was confronted by Taehyung chowing through her breakfast cereals and snacks. Even when Yuna did the laundry, she’d have to grimace as she fished out his dirty boxers and shirts. What only made it worse was his poor justification for his intrusion:
‘I love being with you guys, you don’t know how sad it is to be by myself. My flatmate never comes home and I have no one to talk to or cuddle with.’
Every time he said that, Yuna relented slightly – kicking a puppy would be less cruel than ignoring his downturned mouth and large, teary eyes. But the final straw was when she went home two nights ago, exhausted and tired from working all day. As she opened the door into her apartment, she was greeted with the sight of the two love doves naked and writhing on the kitchen counter. She was absolutely mortified that they were shamelessly rubbing their bare behinds all over the same surface she prepared breakfast and dinner on.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake, are you guys serious right now?!’
Both figures froze when they heard her angry voice echo through the apartment. Soo-ji’s face turned a deep shade of red as she let out an embarrassed yelp and Taehyung’s jaw dropped at her ceremonious entrance.
‘Oh my God, Yuna! I didn’t know you were coming back this early!’ Soo-ji had cried. She grabbed the nearest tea towel – the one Yuna dried clean dishes with – and attempted to cover herself up. Taehyung remained unmoved despite the fact his arrogant manhood was on display, with a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched the horror unfold.
‘You guys act like I don’t fucking live here – you know what? I’m leaving. Fuck you guys.’
You see, Yuna didn’t really mean it when she said that. The words came out her mouth in a spew of anger – she didn’t really want to move out. But neither Taehyung nor Soo-ij seemed to stop her. In fact, Taehyung was charitable enough to offer a trade – he would move in with Soo-ji here while Yuna could move in with his flatmate.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the abridged version of how Yuna ended up with her life packed up and on the other side of town. She stood in front of the new apartment, staring glumly at the peeling paint on the door. Knocking twice out of courtesy, she jammed the key into the lock and swung it open. By now, she was unaffected by anything which may wait for her behind closed doors and the sight before her did not surprise her one bit. Remnants of clothing lay scattered around the entire apartment – a stray sock on the back of the couch, an abandoned hoodie on the kitchen floor, a discarded jacket in the hallway. A myriad of misplaced objects also littered the place – odd books in random kitchen shelves, empty film cannisters underneath the coffee table, a selection of tripods and lighting equipment across the couch. To top it off, literally, everything was decorated with either a fine layer of dust or a delicate dusting of food crumbs. Lovely.
Without hesitation, Yuna immediately began cleaning and tidying. She didn’t care what her new flatmate was going to say – she couldn’t spend her days in filth even if someone paid her. She had scoured the bathroom and kitchen, rearranged all of the odd pieces of her new flatmate’s life in a neat corner in the living room, and swept the floors so that she no longer felt the prick of stale breadcrumbs on the bottom of her socks with every step she took.
Afternoon had quickly withered into early evening when Yuna finally threw herself onto the sofa and basked in the afterglow of the sunset as it filtered through the gaps in the blinds. Now that everything was cleaner and tidier, she figured that the apartment wasn’t so bad – it was a little cosier than the one she had shared with Soo-ji and a little further from campus but at least the rent was cheaper and her bedroom window was orientated easterly to capture the sunrise over the city. She relished the quiet hum of the traffic below as she traced the moving rays of sunlight across the ceiling above her. It was so rare that she could have a moment alone in the peace of her thoughts – she was always either bombarded by the chattering of Soo-ji and Taehyung or barraged by the bickering and anxious muttering of the studio. It felt so good to just enjoy life in her own company. She barely closed her eyes for a minute before the buzz of her phone cut through the quiet of the apartment.
Soo-ji – hey boo, how’s the new apartment?
Yuna – it’s fine no thanks to you assholes.
Soo-ji – aw I’m sorry boo, I’ll take you out for lunch tmr, ok? Have you met Jungkook yet?
Yuna – no, he hasn’t come home yet. Btw tell Tae he’s a bastard for making me trade you in for a slob of a new flatmate.
Soo-ji – lol will do. He says don’t wait up for JK, he’s always working at studio.
Yuna – no probs. Gonna have an early night tonight. See you in the AM x
With that, Yuna returned to her horizontal sprawl on the couch. She found her mind wandering to Soo-ji’s mention of Jungkook. He was Taehyung’s flatmate – the one who was notorious for his absence which had caused Taehyung to develop an unhealthy attachment to Soo-ji like an abandoned puppy. Although she had never met the boy, she had deduced a few key points from the apartment – the scatter of photography equipment and books revealed that he was a photography student with an avid love for ramen judging by the sheer number of empty packets in the trash. Every art student had a vice – his was ramen, hers were the supermarket cookies that came in boxes of ten. It was a relief to know he was as preoccupied with studio as she was – as a fashion student, she also spent most of her waking hours slaving away in her studio too. Whether or not they got on was not a problem at all if they would always be in their own respective studios.
Holding up a faded Polaroid she had taken from the fridge, Yuna examined it with curiosity. The photo captured a group of seven grinning young men against the backdrop of a sun-drenched beach. She recognised one of them to be Taehyung with longer hair in a lighter shade of brown. She wondered if one of the other boys was Jungkook – if he was, then she’d be lucky that her new flatmate definitely wasn’t an eyesore. But it didn’t matter anyway – she didn’t care much for pretty boys and she didn’t have time to mess around with them either. The final year of her university degree was looming closely and she had to pick up the pace and work even harder to achieve her goals. With a sigh, she gathered up her belongings and returned the Polaroid to the fridge. Tomorrow was another long day of studio work and she figured she should get a good night’s sleep in the blissful quiet of the apartment while she could still enjoy it.
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The first rays of the morning light tickled the tip of Yuna’s eyelashes and she pressed her eyelids closer together, shuffling further into the warm sheets. Her movement elicited a small murmur from somewhere next to her and she felt her frame being enveloped in a radiant warmth and soft breaths.
‘Tae, stop moving.’ A deep raspy voice murmured right by her ear and she froze. Why was there someone else in her bed? Slowly, she began to edge away from the stranger but the single bed only allowed her to move so far. A heavy arm was still languidly resting across her waist and she could feel the searing heat of a rising chest against her back. She caught her panicked breaths and craned her neck around hesitatingly to glance at the intruder and –
Oh god.
Oh, good gracious god, he was breath-takingly beautiful. The soft beams of sunlight basked across the golden skin of his cheekbones and cast magnificent shadows beneath his jawline. His lush eyelashes rested daintily atop his cheeks and his mouth was open slightly as he sighed against her shoulder. Suddenly, he let out a loud snore that startled both of them as he shifted in his slumber, throwing an arm lazily over his eyes as he nuzzled against her shoulder.
‘I fucking hate your curtains. When are you going to get blackout ones?’ he murmured. His body relaxed again against her momentarily before he dropped his arm back onto the curve of her hip and that was when he stiffened in shock. Taehyung definitely did not have protruding curves like those. Flinging his arm away to the side, he scrambled out of the covers so hurriedly that his leg got caught and his tall frame summersaulted onto the floor, head first.
‘What the fuck? You’re not Tae!’ Before Yuna could even register what had happened, he had raced out of her room in a blur of white t-shirt, black boxers, and dishevelled hair into the other bedroom and slammed the door shut. Five minutes of silence went by before her phone began to ring on her bedside table.
‘Hello?’
‘Yuna, it’s Taehyung! Are you okay?’
‘Um… Yeah, I guess.’
‘Jungkook just told me there was a burglar in your flat, you’re not hurt, are you?’
‘Taehyung… I think the burglar was me.’
‘… what do you mean?’
‘I woke up with him in my bed saying your name in his sleep.’
‘Oh… Oh my God, that’s hilarious!’
‘Yeah… Is it normal that you both share a single bed like that?’
‘Totally! I hate sleeping alone and I used to bother him in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep so now it’s like a tradition we usually sleep in the same bed. Don’t make it weird, we’re like brothers!’
‘Uh-huh… You tell that to Soo-ji.’
‘I’ll call him back and remind him you’ve moved in.’
‘Okay, thanks.’
Yuna ended the call and sat up in her bed, pressing her palms against her tired eyes. It was barely seven o’clock in the morning and she couldn’t believe her first morning in the new flat was just a cacophony of confused screaming. A sheepish knock sounded at the door and she let out a tired grunt.
‘Yuna?’
Letting her hands drop onto the duvet, she looked up groggily at the face poking around the corner of her doorway. His eyes were round with indiscernible fear and his cheeks blushed in embarrassment. But God, he was still so handsome.
‘I’m really sorry about earlier, I completely forgot Taehyung had moved out,’ he mumbled. He was staring bashfully down at the floor as he wrung his hands nervously like a child. Even though he was at least a head taller than her and impressively built, he exuded a boyish innocence which tugged at Yuna’s heart.
‘It’s cool, let’s just forget about it. I’m going to get up and make breakfast, you want any?’ Yuna rubbed her bleary eyes one last time before shuffling out of the warm duvet. She almost tripped when she saw Jungkook nod enthusiastically, his round eyes sparkling in delight. How could a grown man be this adorable? He followed her like a puppy – a really tall adorable puppy – down the hall into the kitchen and sat himself down obediently at the dining table while Yuna put the kettle on and rummaged the cupboards for pancake batter ingredients. She wondered if she should make polite conversation with Jungkook but decided against it – it was far too early in the morning for that. Mixing up a small batch of batter, she poured dollops of it into a heated pan and waited for them to brown while she brewed two cups of coffee. By the time she was finished plating up the pancakes with a generous drizzle of honey, she turned around to find that Jungkook’s upper body had sprawled across half of the table. He was snoring lightly and she swore there was a tiny glimmer of drool making its way out of the corner of his mouth as he rested his cheek on the cool surface.
‘Jungkook, wake up,’ she patted him lightly on the shoulder, causing him to flinch and snort loudly in surprise by the sudden disturbance.
‘I’m awake,’ he mumbled as he sloppily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes carelessly. His eyes widened like a doe when he saw the pile of pancakes in front of him and he barely hesitated to attack it with a fork. When Jungkook eats, he doesn’t eat – he inhales. His plate was clean within a few minutes and he sat back on his chair contently caressing his tummy like a child.
‘I’m telling Tae you make better pancakes than him, he’s going to be so jealous,’ he smiled. ‘Tae said you go to art school too, what’s your subject?’
‘Fashion,’ Yuna mumbled between mouthfuls of pancake. ‘Yours is photography, isn’t it?’ Jungkook nodded at the question and took a sip of coffee while Yuna swallowed her pancake to allow room for proper conversation. ‘What kind of things do you photograph?’
‘Hm… Mainly landscapes and scenery, but our projects are always heavily focused on photographing people,’ Jungkook said slowly, as if he were musing on the kind of information he should disclose. After all, they were just two strangers living together. ‘Photographing people is a good skill to have but I don’t really like taking photos of staged things, you know?’
This time, it was Yuna’s turn to nod. She understood that he was a spontaneous character – which also explained why his flat was so haphazardly arranged prior to her arrival. Her eyes followed his tall, masculine figure as he stood up from the table and walked over to the fridge, unpinning some of the photographs before returning to his chair.
‘These are my favourite photos,’ he explained, laying them out neatly on the table. There was an old 6x4 photograph of two toddlers and a woman, caught in a moment of laughter at a playpark. It was dated 1999. The other photos were a collection of sceneries and faded Polaroids capturing more of the same people as well as the group of boys Yuna had noticed before. ‘My dad took these photos of us, that’s me,’ Jungkook pointed to one of toddlers sporting a round bowl cut and large familiar eyes. ‘He got me into photography when I was a kid – he made me really want to capture these special moments. I took these ones,’ he pointed to the photographs of scenery and the group of young boys in various locations – the beach, a restaurant, an arcade – but always laughing or smiling brightly. ‘My mum told me I’m a really nostalgic person like my dad, always wanting to keep memories. But it’s not really like that, I just want to capture these special moments because they’re so beautiful and I want to be able to show other people what I’ve seen.’
Yuna found herself immersed in his words as she listened to him speak about his passions. She knew some people who were also photographers and they always spun the same old story about wanting to capture people’s entire lives in a single photo when in fact it was quite the impossible feat. There was a simple honesty to Jungkook’s aspirations – it was endearing the way he just wanted to share the beauty of the world with other people. He didn’t pretend to replay people’s stories – he just captured a single moment of happiness in their life and that was beautiful enough.
‘So what’s the most beautiful moment in life?’ she wondered. It was really just a rhetoric question because it was a personal musing she had accidently voiced out loud. She didn’t expect the answer to exist but if it did, she believed that perhaps he had the heart to see the answer.
‘I haven’t found it yet.’ The lack of hesitation in his answer made her heart stammer. Here she sat across from a boy who was confident he would find the most beautiful moment in life and she believed him.
A/N: Let me know what you guys thought about the first chapter! I have most of the rest written, each chapter is going to be like a short story chronicling their moments together and it’s just a shit ton of fluff because I can’t really write angst for my life lmao
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