Blue Spring

Blue Spring

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↳ Summary: Jeon Jungkook, only well known as the youngest (and hottest) dad at the daycare, he’s got it all, the looks, the sweetheart personality, the body, but here’s what gets everyone- he doesn’t wear a wedding ring. The only problem lies in his fickle one year old daughter that hates just about every daycare worker out there…Well…besides you that is. Which of course leads to Jungkook liking you just as much as his daughter…if not maybe a little too much.

Or in other words…You and Jungkook are secretly crushing on one another but too shy to admit it.

↳ Pairing: Single dad!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Daycare AU, Slice of life, copious amounts of fluff, a hair of angst, future smut

Word Count: 4K

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Seven thirty sharp. Your mind was groggy and you couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped your lips, you had stayed up too late the night before studying due to a test you’d have later today without even thinking about the shift you promised your coworker you’d cover. So here you were at First Steps 7:30 in the morning, coffee in hand and your hair in a messy bun.

You hadn’t even bothered getting changed besides your fitness pants. Outside of that you were still dawned in your oversized university sweatshirt. At least you’d be with the kids most of the day, one of the perks of working at a daycare was you rarely had to get dressed up.

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Roomie Code

‘The Assortment’ Collab Masterlist

Genre: fluff, smut and humour — roommates!au

Word Count: 17.044

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Jungkook is an awkward human who doesn’t know how to act around women, but at least he’s a connoisseur of all things vanilla. Meanwhile the reader forgets how to have sex, but it’s okay, Jungkook’s got it covered.

Summary: When you first decided to move into a house full of guys, you figured it wouldn’t nearly be as bad as people made it out to be. Little did you know, living between your best friend, your crush and a mysterious recluse would only turn into disaster upon finding yourself caught in the middle of a brutal love triangle.

Author’s Note: It’s not really a full triangle, maybe a very nicely shaped ‘V’, but we’re just gonna go with it. Either way, still tragic. Enjoy!

When it comes to living with in the same house as three other people, there has to be rules. Rules, that no matter how minor or insignificant, shall not be broken. And considering you are rooming with three men, none of which happen to be ideal housemates, these rules must be set in stone and obeyed by all. The rules are as follows:

Keep your spaces clean and do your part to maintain the integrity of the household.

DO NOT go into each other’s personal spaces without permission. You will get caught.

If you’re going to have sex in the house, keep quiet. No one wants to hear that shit.

Whatever happens in this house, stays in this house.

And finally, the most important rule…    

No relationships between roommates.

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Tangsuyuk Love

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: College student Jungkook passes cute notes with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s trying not to miserably fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.

Genre: college au, f2l, fluff, smut, one shot, did I mention FLUFF?

Warnings: mild swearing, sexual content, hold your heart palpitations!

Word Count: 11.5k

A/N: I wanted to write something light and sweet before I continued with Good Riddance. It will be easy, she said. It will be fun, she said. It will be quick, she said. Ha. haha. ha. ha. Ignore my pain. Enjoy!

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sleeposal | jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (est.rel!au)

Genre: fluff

Rating: g

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2.8k

Prompt: boyfriend Jungkook accidentally proposing to you in his sleep (or how i like to call it sleeposal)

AN: this was also meant to be a drabble…..and i once again failed miserably.....and the next one to come is just as heavy....i am so so sorry i just started writing and i couldn't stop! This idea was so cute i fluffed myself to the point of toothache! Thank you anon for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it!

thank you @notyouroppar for reading this for me you are a star in disguise.

Hope it’s enjoyable to read! I would love to hear feedback! <3

Sequel - re: posal read here

Rᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!

Every girl dreams of their own wedding. Starting from the proposal, the privilege of calling someone your fiancé. To the wedding planning with the whole shabang; flowers, mother in law and their own mother arguing, picking the dress, picking the cake, walking down the aisle, saying 'I do'. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t even thought about it once. Because you had, more times than you could count on your fingers. As a child you always used to brag about your wedding. You told anyone who would listen what your wedding was going to look like. Sure, things may have changed on a daily basis, depending on what you saw on TV, you were barely a teenager. But for the most part, your wedding was going to be grand. Fit for a princess like you.

Slowly, as you grew up, you realised that dreaming of your wedding was setting yourself up for disaster. Hoping that each person you dated would be the one, became tiring. Life was never so straight forward, but you still held onto that hope. Although, the desire to become a bride was less strong than it had been before. You stopped writing into your diary how you would marry the person you happened to be dating, you stopped sticking magazine cutouts of wedding venues and dresses onto random pieces of paper. You left your own wedding planning days behind, along with your pink dresses and tiaras. Even more so now when you had other weddings to organise. As an event planner- you weren’t a wedding planner no, there was a difference, and you would straighten up anyone who dared to say otherwise, you saw more couples and weddings than you wanted to. Being out and about during a wedding reception, ensuring that everything was going according to plan, you witnessed tears of happiness, sadness, the good speeches, the not so good speeches, the fights, the laughter, everything. All this, experiencing people’s occasions, made you forget that someone out there may be the one for you.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook.” That was how it started. He happened to be the drummer of a band hired for a performance that night. You didn’t have much time, the lifts were broken, and with missing chairs, you had more than plenty on your plate. Yet, something in his smile, the way he wrinkled his nose when he laughed at a joke, made you feel like time was limitless. He made you slow down and sit for a few seconds, just to chat.

Those few seconds then turned into days, weeks, months. Now, after years of him being your reminder to breathe, to slow down and enjoy life, to put yourself first sometimes, here you were. Living together, sharing good mornings and good nights, sharing kisses and sharing dreams.

What you sometimes struggled to share was a bed. Jungkook had a very bad tendency to talk to you about his day and his plans for the next day. Which in itself was not a problem. You loved to talk to him about anything and everything, he was your boyfriend and he was also your best friend. He was the person you reached out to whenever you needed encouragement. He was the person you hugged whenever you needed comfort. He was the person to wipe away your tears whenever you needed. He was the person you shared your good memories with, he was the person who made the bad memories disappear.

The problem was not sharing bits of yourselves and about your day, the problem was that Jungkook had a tendency to do all that even after he’d fallen asleep. On more than one occasion you woke up thinking he had called your name. At first you thought he may be dreaming, then you thought he genuinely required your attention. It took weeks for you to realise that Jungkook sometimes talked in his sleep.

Most times it would be mumbled rambles of one thing or another, other times he would sound as coherent as he did when he was awake. Sometimes he’d address you directly, other times, he’d be having a conversation either with himself or with someone else. You’ve learned to ignore the mumbled speeches, most nights you ended up sleeping through them. However, it was on nights where he would have eloquent conversations that you arose, if only to listen to him.

Tonight was no exception, you were still awake, the chill of the bedroom making you scoot closer to your boyfriend in search of some heat. Managing to slot yourself flush to his side, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist, you sighed in contentment. With your eyes closed and your body as warm as it could get, you prepared to slip off into dreamland.

“Mmmm… with you.” Your head was half on Jungkook’s chest, the vibrations causing you to whine. “Shhhhh.”

Jungkook snorted, “I’m thinking.” His voice got louder with each syllable and you pulled away from him to check whether or not he was awake. Seeing his eyes tightly closed, his nose scrunched up as he usually does in his sleep, you let your head drop back onto the pillow with a sigh.

“What are you thinking about babe?” You decided you were not going to sleep anytime soon. Scooting away from Jungkook’s body, your own instantly cooling down from the loss of contact, you decided you might just as well enjoy this.

“H’to pr’pose.” He mumbled, sniffing loudly, shifting his body closer to yours.

Your heart stopped for a second, he couldn’t have said what he just did, right? “What was that?” Normally by then you’d leave him to his own devices, but this time you needed to know what he said, if only for your own peace of mind.

“I’m gon’ propose.” At his words your eyes widened. In the darkness of your bedroom you could barely make out his face and you didn’t want to turn on the bedroom light in case it woke him up. Narrowing your eyes, you wormed your way closer to him in an attempt to see him better. His eyes were still closed, but this time he wore a soft smile on his face. Heart pounding you made a quick decision to prod him more.

“Propose to me?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, the incredulity clear in your voice. You had been together for some time now, yet this was not something you were expecting any time soon. The two of you had gotten as close as anything, and with that closeness came the comfort of just being in each other’s presence. Marriage had never crossed your mind, and you certainly weren’t expecting it to have crossed his.

Jungkook snorted, his hand rubbing his nose, and for a second you froze, your heart dropping to your stomach. What if you’d got it wrong? “Not you no,” amusement lacing through his voice. “M’ g’friend.”

The relief you felt at his words was brief, your heart pounded in your chest and you could feel the familiar sting of your tears forcing you to blink. You sniffled, not wanting to cry in the middle of a proposal, even if it was a sleep induced one. Jungkook’s hand reached out for you as if he could sense something wasn't right. Extending your hand, you found his, your fingers naturally interlinking and you dropped them in the space between the two of you.

“I wanna propose and I want it to be the best proposal she’s ever gotten.” The determination in his voice made you snort out loud. With bated breath you checked once more if he was awake or not. He sounded too articulate for your ears.

“Jungkook, babe.” You considered waking him up, before he carried on doing something he may regret later, your brain and heart at war with each other. Your brain was telling you to stop him, in case he got your hopes up only to fall short on his promise, whereas your heart yelled at you to keep him talking, yearning to hear his promise of forever. You decided to listen to neither, as you forced yourself into his arms, wiggling to get comfortable. Sighing as he tightened his grip around you, caging you in. You hoped that your brief interruption would make him stop or at least change subjects. However, this was Jeon Jungkook, and your boyfriend was nothing if not stubborn; awake and asleep.

“Mno, I want her to be only mine, don’ call me babe. Only Y/N gets to call me that. No,” He smacked his lips audibly, “she gets to call me her husband.” His speech was getting faster and faster and you stared at him in awe. Deciding to change tactics, you figured that getting it out of him may make him stop quicker. You didn’t know how much more your heart could take.

“Ok, I am sorry.” You said sternly, trying your hardest not to laugh. The multitude of emotions coursing through you combined with the lack of sleep were finally getting to you. “How would you propose to your girlfriend?” For a moment Jungkook’s soft breathing was the only thing you could pick out in the stillness that surrounded you. Thinking he finally settled, you sighed and closed your eyes prepared to get some much needed sleep. The tiredness you felt made it hard for you to process his words no matter how much you tried. “Babe.” You whispered hesitantly, curiosity getting the best of you. You needed to know what he had planned, otherwise the thoughts in your head would make it impossible for you to sleep. Straining your ears for any sign of him being awake, you tried again when you got no response. “Babe.”

Mumbling a response, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist, as his leg tangled up with yours. Chuckling you shook your head. “You are cute. And I love you.” You whisper, your fingers gently combing through his hair. “And I would say yes a hundred times if you asked me to be your wife.” The weight of your words hit you; suddenly with all the love blooming in your heart, you realised that for the first time, what you had dreamt of as a child, you were living. Now. With Jungkook.

“Good.” He mumbled and with a sigh he buried his face in your hair, the soft snores coming from him a clear sign he was done talking for the night.

“You have been thinking about this a lot, huh?” With a sigh of contentment and the new title of fiancé, which you would make sure to question in the morning, you let yourself relax into his arms, sleep taking over you.

You woke up in the morning with your stomach still fluttering from the night before. As you lay in bed, sun warming your body, you replayed the events in your head. Your boyfriend had done a lot of things that made you laugh like an idiot in love, yet this topped them all. Smiling softly to yourself, you stretched languidly as the smell of breakfast tickled your nose. Deciding to face the day, and with it, your somniloquist boyfriend, you padded barefoot towards the kitchen. The sound of humming reached you before you could get to your destination. Rounding the corner you spotted Jungkook’s bare back near the stove, a dish rag over his shoulder as he cleaned the remnants of the ingredients he used to cook. Not wanting to break his concentration, and also rob yourself of the sight of his naked back, you leaned against the doorway. He was an apron away from getting the sexiest chef award, his muscles contracting with his movements as he reached out to put the salt back in its place.

You licked your lips, and with a mischievous grin you tiptoed your way towards him with the clear intent to jump on his back.

Jungkook smiled to himself and purposefully raised his voice, the humming turning into singing. He had heard you as soon as you opened the bedroom door, the sound of your footsteps already ingrained into his mind. Not wanting to give himself away he pretended to be busy, his back still turned towards you. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, the temptation to stop and listen to him sing deterring you from the golden temptation of his skin.

Pausing right behind him, you took your time drinking in the softness of his skin and the expanse of his shoulders, waiting for the opportune moment. However, Jungkook was set on ruining your plans, as he abruptly turned around and trapped you in his arms, the smirk on his face worthy of a gremlin.

“Gotcha.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, your scheme may have been foiled but you didn’t mind it too much. Jungkook pecked your lips in greeting as he started swaying you side to side to a song only he could hear in his head. Closing your eyes for a second you enjoyed the tune of his heart, the rhythm reminding you of the night before. You smirked to yourself as you shimmied out of his arms. Jungkook couldn’t help but look at you suspiciously, your playful smile an indication you had something up your sleeve.

“I think,” You couldn’t help but smirk knowingly to yourself as you poked his arm. “Mister,” Your finger trailed down his arms, following the design of his tattoos as you forced yourself to not get too distracted by them. “That I have an answer to give you.”

“Answer?” Jungkook’s confusion was clear on his face. He couldn’t remember asking you anything that you haven’t already answered. Suddenly realisation dawned on him, and he groaned burying his face in his hands. “Have I talked in my sleep again?” He ran his fingers through his hair in nervousness. He had been stressed about the direction he wanted to take your relationship. What worried him the most was the little black box snuggled in his drawer, and the knowledge that he talked often in his sleep when he was nervous. With that in mind he looked wearily at you, “Have I —“

“Proposed to me in your sleep?” You tried to shrug nonchalantly despite your heart’s attempts to beat out of your chest. Glancing up at Jungkook you saw his Adam’s apple bob as you continued, “and I may have said yes?” You turned around to grab the kettle, going about your routine as if you hadn’t just dropped a bomb on him.

Jungkook stood frozen on the spot, your relaxed approach to everything taking him aback. He’d stressed out for months on how to do it, planned everything to be as perfect as possible. Now that the cat was out of the proverbial bag, it turned out he needn’t be.

“Love, would you like some coffee?” You turned around the kettle swinging in your hand. Trying not to laugh at Jungkook’s dumbstruck look, you continued. “Oh and by the way, I am still awaiting my proper proposal. As much as I love your sleep talking habits, I won’t have that privilege taken away from me.” As you spoke you approached him slowly, a grin forming on your face. Reaching him, toe to toe, you pursed your lips. “Love, are you still breathing?”

As if to prove you wrong Jungkook took a loud inhale, the situation having sunk into his brain. Your face was so close to his, he only needed to lean in as his lips softly brushed over yours. What started as a slow kiss soon turned into a battle as you haphazardly put the kettle on the counter. Jungkook’s hands were now pulling you to him, trying to get as much of you as possible.

“Wait- I need to know.” You broke the kiss and shushed Jungkook’s complaint at the loss of contact. “How were you planning to propose?” You said looking up at him expectantly. Jungkook simply smiled and leaned to press his lips against yours once more.

“I may have booked us flights to Paris.” His kiss trailed down your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Pulling away he enjoyed the dazed look in your eyes morphing into excitement as the shoe dropped.

Squealing you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. “You,” You pecked his lips forcefully. “Are,” Tightening your hold on him, you continued to attack his lips between words. “The best boyfriend ever.” At his protest you were quick to correct yourself. “Fiancé.” Sealing the deal with another kiss, this time a deeper one, you wound your fingers through his hair.

“Good because I've been hiding the ring from you for months.”

drabbles masterlist

re: untitled [ pt. 1 ]

pairing | jjk x reader genre | ceo!jk, arranged marriage word count | 5.4k pt. 2, pt. 3, end

“Do you really have to leave?” Taehyung whispered against your skin, his lips pouting and caressing your bare shoulder. “It’s not like he’s waiting up for you.”

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raven unit I (m) jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ raven unit. (m) chapter one: gallaticus. ✎  [13k words]

genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au

warnings: eventual smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death.  With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook.  masterlist. chapter two. So, I would just like to mention I neglected my duties to write the requests sent my way because my good friend @diofulin​ had me thinking of this idea and when I knew it I had written 25k words and was looking at a small series. For what it’s worth, I hope you like it. Comment, reblog and I’ll be posting the nest chapter around Wednesday. 

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