Jungkook

Jungkook

W.D.Y.W.F.M [Masterlist]

In which Jungkook adopts the most problematic fox hybrid at the local care center- just to end up with the most perfect partner.

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Fox Hybrid!Reader, mentions of past trauma, Reader isn't cute & cuddly in this at all, manhandling (not the spicy kind), sort of brat-tamer Jungkook but not in the kinky way if that makes sense?

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Main Works:

Prelude

Lovebites

Tba

Drabbles:

Drabble 1: first day with Jungkook

Drabble 2: meeting Jungkooks friends

Drabble 3: Jungkook gets hurt because of foxy

Drabble 4: testing Jungkook's patience

TBA

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Yoonkook x Reader

Touch-Starved [Masterlist]

Secrets, secret crushes, and secrets which aren't actually all that secret at all- combined into a huge mess no one's quite sure what to make of. But one thing is certain: you're way too cute to be mad at.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf!Bangtan, Wolf!Jungkook, Wolf!Yoongi, Dog!Reader, Puppy!Reader, DDLG aspects and themes, no judgement allowed here, non-sexual regression!!!, none of those themes are sexualized in this work, hurt and comfort, major fluff but also lots of angst and insecurity, friends to lovers

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-> Main work

Other content:

TBA

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Jungkook

𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓞𝓵𝓸𝓻 [Masterlist]

The planet Temia is home to a humanoid race known for its more violent approach to life. Humans aren't very welcome here- but maybe he can make an exception.

Main Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Violence, Gore, Size difference, sci-fi, Romance, strangers to lovers

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Parts are listed in order of story progression, not in the order they were posted in.

■ Main Parts | ◇ Drabble Requests | ▪︎ Other

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■ Intro

■ Part 1

■ Part 2

■ Part 3

■ Part 4

◇ Jungkook explaining his interest in MC

◇ Jungkook Teasing MC (Suggestive, SFW)

◇ Jungkook at the event (SFW, fluff, slight angst)

■ Part 5

◇ Attempted kidnapping of mc (angst, Violence, SFW)

◇ Aftermath of attempted kidnapping

◇ MC getting her period

◇ Jungkook officially courting MC

◇ courting festival

◇ Jungkook and Hana

◇ MC writing vows for Jungkook

◇ Almost (Suggestive, slightly NSFW)

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𝓛𝓪𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓞𝓵𝓸𝓻

Temian people follow the law of strength. And sometimes, the strongest people are the ones who appear to be the weakest.

Main Tags/Warnings: Alien!Yoongi, Human!Reader, Violence, Size difference, sci-fi, Romance, strangers to lovers

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Parts are listed in order of story progression, not in the order they were posted in.

■ Main Parts | ◇ Drabble Requests | ▪︎ Other

◇ How they met

◇ The aftermath

◇ MC caring for Yoongis eye

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Jungkook: Deep Breath (1)

In which you're on the hunt for a roommate - and he might be the perfect candidate.

Tags/warnings: Alien!Jungkook part 9643 I guess, human!Reader, futuristic, Angst, Fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, jungkook is VERY touchy, Alien shenanigans and scary human things

Additional Chapter Warnings: fluff, cute alien boy

Chapter Length: mid/long

Next ->

You've been searching for a fitting roommate for months by now- but no one seems to fit.

You don't want someone who does yoga all day, unintentionally guilt tripping you into doing sports again just to not seem as lazy as you are- but you also don't want someone who doesn't clean up after themselves. At the same time, a clean-freak would drive you crazy- while someone who's home all day every day could prove difficult to handle if you want to have visitors.

But just as you're about to delete the post on the website, giving up, a message pops up in your inbox.

He introduces himself as Jeon Jungkook; a 25-year old Kumya from planet Paras, currently searching for someplace to stay for the time of his exchange. He's working for a coding company who you know occasionally exchanges their workers to gain experience- so he's got a stable income, meaning he'll most likely pay rent on time. His words are casual but formally friendly, no profile picture can be found; but from what he tells you, he seems like he could be a good fit.

You answer by telling him some info about the apartment, making sure to include rent as well, and the small damages here and there with pictures do he knows more details about what he's getting into. You also make sure to stress the fact that you're, well, a girl- and that if he's uncomfortable with that, it would be a deal breaker.

It takes a couple of hours, but he eventually replies- this time a lot more casual, even using smileys at certain points, to underline statements like

'don't worry, I even do my own dishes, I heard humans hate that task a lot ๑^ᴗ^๑'

Or

'Gender doesnt matter to me to be honest but I hope you won't be intimidated by me cause I've heard human women tend to get scared by men very easily- I promise I'm nice! (๑•w•)و✧'

And he really does seems nice enough- so you send him the last details, before you both agree to try it out.

Now, obviously he doesn't move in right away- it takes a course of weeks for his work Visa and everything to be sorted out- but once he stands in front of your door, he takes your breath away.

While half of his face is hidden behind a mask, and you've already done some research on what to expect from the Kumya-race when it comes to behavior , culture and looks, he still looks a lot different than what you've expected. His eyes seem to glow- reddish-pink in color, while his hair, buried underneath a black beanie, is pale and an ash-blonde color. He waves a little, eyes turning into half moons as he smiles underneath his mask. He'd told you about this habit of his, and you've read online that it's common for his kind- force of habit, since the air on Paras isn't very clean to breath a lot of times, and the mask helps them to not get sick. You've told him it's fine- even though now, you're slightly curious to know what he looks like underneath.

"Hello. I hope I'm not too early?" he asks, and it makes your eyes widen because holy shit, he's talking inside your head. It's odd, and he seems to pick up on that. "ah, yeah, most people here have that reaction. I hope its okay-" he starts slightly worried, before you wave him off with a smile, letting him in.

"no, it's fine, just.. A little odd?" you giggle, making him visibly less tense as he walks into the apartment. "i hope your flight was okay?" you ask, and he nods.

"it was great, thanks for asking. I'm less exhausted than i thought I'd be." he chuckles, making you smile as he takes off his shoes.

"All your stuff had been delivered and I've put the boxes into your room for you to unpack." you say, as you open the door to what would from now on be his room.

"that- was really not necessary, thank you so much." he answers with wide open eyes, before they turn a bit concerned. "there's some heavy stuff in some though. I hope you didn't struggle too much-" he worries, as you wave him off.

"ah, it's nothing." you said, before he drops his backpack to rush inside, inspecting one of the packages with an alarmed face. "oh- did something break-"

"did you hurt yourself?" he asks, brows furrowed as he looks at you. "i can smell blood on this one."

"just a papercut, I'm a bit clumsy, it's no big deal." you tell him, as he gets up to walk over to you, hugging you.

Ah yes- another fact about his kind.

Men of his kind are typically the main caretakers of the family's; highly emotional and very touchy, they tend to be very protective of their partners and friends, while simultaneously never backing down in the face of danger. Their kind of like the definition of the term 'Lion moms'; fierce, gentle, protective, and loving.

They also make friends very, very fast, and they love skinship a lot. It's normal to hug anyone they like right away- it's like shaking hands to humans.

"thank you, I really appreciate this." he hums out before parts from you.

"ah uh.. Yeah sure. I'll.. Leave you to unpack, just holler if you need anything." you say, making him nod with happy eyes, before he turns around to open the first box of his things.

Well- this could certainly become interesting.

Jungkook:Crossroads(Intro) 🔞

In which you've always been inferior to golden child Jeon Jungkook- the boy with better grades, better manners, better intentions. The boy who everyone knew, everyone loved, including you. The boy with the brilliant future ahead, big intentions and even bigger goals. The boy who cried when you left his side, who got told by his parents that you've taken your life, that you're gone, that you're never coming back. The boy who fell apart, ran away, desperate to forget it all.

Tags/Warnings: childhood friends to ???, dark pasts, mentions of depressive thoughts and medication, mentions of suicide, bad parenting, mentions of drug usage, mentions of sleeping around, more TBA as the story progresses

Additional Chapter Warnings: heartbreak, depression, mentions of suicide and self-harm, fluff lol but it's very little, Major Angst

Chapter Length: long

⚠This is not an easy fic. It covers very harsh subjects such as mental health, depression and self-destruction. Please seek out help if you need it. You're worth someone else's time, believe me.

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"You really shouldn't be doing that, what if you hurt yourself?!" Jungkook urgently tells you, carefully setting you down after letting you jump into his arms from the fence you'd climbed over.

"Nah, you'll always catch me." you tell him instead with a grin, tapping the tip of his nose, making him roll his eyes- though he has to grin as well, while you take his hand, swinging it back and forth with every step you both take.

It's sad you can only meet like this these days.

And if his parents knew who he was sneaking out with, he knows he'd be done for- they already hate you for whatever reason there might be. He himself can't see any; you're lovely, caring, a bit overly excited sometimes, but absolutely adorable. "I'm gonna get a tattoo!" you suddenly say hushed, sitting next to him on the swing while he doesn't move on his, looking at you.

"you're 15, no one's gonna tattoo you." he says worriedly, already well aware of your sometimes sneaky tactics of getting your way. You don't take the rules too seriously, and while you don't ever hurt anyone, you like to bend things to fit yourself. "Y/N.." he threatens, and you pout at him, stopping the swing.

"You still don't call me baby." you say playfully dramatic, and he blushes, averting your gaze. But then you get up, and maneuver your legs over his, sitting on his lap while his feet are now flat on the ground to steady you both, your arms around his neck. "say it." you say quietly, and he can't help but be enchanted by the way your lips move.

You're really pretty.

Your black sheer tights are ripped from your mom's cat that plays a little too roughly sometimes, and the silver chain around your neck has a little heart locket hanging from it- a cheesy gift from himself to you, when he'd confessed almost a year ago, a blushing mess in the back of the school.

You'd been his first kiss that day.

"Koo- hey koo, here." you giggle, wind swaying your dyed hair a little so you have to shake it out of your face. "I'm waiting." you say, and he groans stubbornly, throwing his head back in frustration.

"It's weird." he shyly complains, and you laugh, now hugging him closely, head on his shoulder, your breath tickling his neck.

"that's fine." you say quietly, and his arm wraps around you while the other holds the chain of the swing. "I love you." you whisper, and he smiles to himself.

"I love you too." he mumbles, making you giggle in childish excitement, swaying your legs around.

He really wishes he'd called you baby.

He never did.

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His new apartment is nice.

It's a cozy little hideout away from everything, finally a place of his own where he's the one who dictates what happens. There's not much furniture put up even months after moving in, but he's lazy and can't seem to find time these days to really do it.

Right now he's eating cereal on his couch while watching a random docu series on his old playstation 4, the fan of the console buzzing in the background like it always does. He likes white noise like that- it fills the silence in this place, helps him sleep better.

Maybe he should get a pet.

Right now however, as he finishes his breakfast, he needs to actually go out for once and talk to someone. He's been eyeing the tattoo place downtown for a while now, their instagram page full of amazing pieces he'd love to get placed under his skin. There's not much space left in his sleeve tattoo, but it feels awfully empty in one specific spot.

One he doesn't like to look at.

He'd had to wait years to finally get something to cover up the scars, skin by now finally healed enough to support the ink he's going to have settled under it. Finally he will be able to cover it up, let go of that memory.

Hopefully.

The sun outside is harsh, his bucket hat luckily preventing it from shining into his eyes too much. He's constantly got the curtains closed and apartment dark, his eyes aren't used to the natural light outside too much. He technically even needs glasses- maybe he will get one these days.

Inside the parlor, it's awfully nice. He can't help but notice how much more inviting this one looks to the last one he'd visited- everything awfully cozy and simple. "hey." someone says, cat-like eyes scanning him lazily, though not unfriendly at all. "need help?" the young man wonders, and Jungkook nods as he walks closer.

"I've been texting with a Yoongi on Instagram? I'm Jungkook." he explains, and the guys eyes widen a bit before he nods, smiling faintly as he greets him.

"ah, thought it was you but wasn't sure. Here-" Yoongi says, placing a big black book on the counter for Jungkook to browse through just like they'd agreed on. Yoongi knows why he's getting what he's getting, knows the nature of this specific job- and he sympathizes a lot with the younger male. He's had his fair share of darkness in his past as well- though not to the degree Jungkook has had to face.

"What about that one?" Jungkook asks, pointing to a page in the sketch book of templates the studio has to offer, making Yoongi shrug who turns the book around to check.

"That's still free to be used." he informs the younger guy. "the artist isn't in for tattooing today, but I can schedule an appointment if you want. she'd want to make it more personal to you as well- she likes to make shit unique, you know." he tells him.

"can't you do it?" Jungkook wonders, leaning on the front desk next to the sketchbook, lazily so.

"nah. We don't touch stuff that's not ours, unwritten rule." he says, before looking up. "lemme ask her real quick when she's free." he says, before.. Looking underneath the table? Jungkook is confused for a second, before he hears a sleepy voice answer Yoongi's gentle question.

"tomorrow. Wait which one is it?" you wonder, before getting up, eyes still tired and mind a bit hazy.

Jungkook's blood freezes at the sight of you.

"hmhm, tomorrow. Give him my number or something." you simply say, before disappearing again.

"heard her. Tomorrow at 4, make sure to bring a good amount of time. I'll text you her contact and stuff- you okay there?" Yoongi chuckles, while jungkook just nods, walks out, and battles the nausea in his car.

That was you, no doubt. He'd recognize that face anywhere, it's been haunting him for years after all, fueling his nightmares ever since that day his parents spoke to him about what happened. You're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be the one to ink his skin tomorrow, you're not supposed to ever cross his path ever again in the first place.

You're supposed to be dead.

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"No-" he says quietly, silently, before he shakes his head frantically. "no. You're lying. She wouldn't." he argues, suddenly feeling as if there's no oxygen left in his lungs.

"Jungkook you know how selfish she's always been." his father sighs. "you'll get over it-" he starts, but Jungkook snaps, at his father, for the first time. His voice is cracking, it's angrily raspy as he barks out his words.

"Don't talk about her like that!" he says, eyes already filling with tears. "she wouldn't.." he says, but his father doesnt back down.

"look at what she did!" he accuses. "ruins your future and then hangs herself the minute she's done playing-"

But the man doesn't get any further as Jungkook's fist collides with the nose of his own father, cartilage cracking disgustingly under the impact, blood flowing seconds after. His mother is holding her hands in front of her open mouth in shock, while Jungkook himself runs out of the house, down the street.

You wouldn't.

He's seen you yesterday, you'd been fine. you'd joked around with him like always, kissed him with that giggle of yours, his sweater baggy on your body as he'd given it to you since it had turned out to be colder than it was supposed to be. He'd seen you shiver- and you'd smiled, before giving him a kiss, calling him baby because you knew it would make him shy.

It had worked.

He trips as he climbs over the fence just like you'd always done, scrapes his shin and palms on the gravel below, but when he walks closer to your apartment complex, he only sees your mother petting her cat near the window of your little balcony, crying.

She's crying.

Why is she crying?

You're not gone.

You wouldnt. You promised to never leave him no matter what life would put between the two of you. You always compared you both to romeo and juliet, but always made sure to add that you'd both have a happy ending, not like the original. You'd beat the odds and live happily ever after. You promised to give him that happy end he always dreamed of.

You wouldn't break your promise.

Right?

He remembers how he'd fallen to his knees right then and there, empty, broken, world suddenly background noise as his brain forces him to imagine you swaying from the ceiling like he's seen in horror movies. He remembers almost pulling his hair out at the thought, unable to deal with those images. He remembers his mother leading him back into his dad's car to drive back home.

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He remembers the pain.

He always will.

"You could've told me!" you yell at Yoongi after realizing what just happened.

You sigh, sitting on the floor carelessly before burying your face in your legs.

Jeon Jungkook had been standing in this very place, and you'd agreed to tattoo him tomorrow of all days. That's not even enough time to fake falling sick for fucks' sake!

"I didn't know you knew each other." Yoongi raises his hands in defense. "you two have history?"

"you remember the boy I told you about?" you say quietly, before reaching into your shirt, pulling out the silver locket.

"Oh fuck." Yoongi sighs, squatting down close to you. He remembers that day- you'd finally opened up to him, spilling your heart and explaining why you are the way you are. "hey, maybe he didn't realize it's you. It's been what, 6 years?"

"seven." you correct him, and he gently pats your head.

"I can tell him to not come here tomorrow." Yoongi seriously tells you. "I don't want you to face something you're not comfortable with." he explains, and you look at the inside of the locked, tiny picture faded. "hm?" he tries to break you out of your thoughts.

"he won't stay anyways once he realizes who I am." you say quietly. "after all, he probably hates me." you say.

"who knows." Yoongi tries to reassure. "maybe it's time for your happy ending?" he smiles carefully, but you just start to cry into your knees at that.

There's no way you can face him.

But maybe It's time to face your past.

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Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 Masterlist

Change is inevitable. And sometimes necessary.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

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Main parts:

Intro

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sidecontent:

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