Victor'sgame (01) || Jjk

victor's game (01) || jjk

⇢ summary: jeon jungkook survived the games with strength and pure luck alone, yet now lives trapped in nightmares and terror from the horrors he has seen. suddenly forced to relive his trauma only a year later, his sole mission is to mentor a girl from his district to ensure that she makes it out alive—and that he does not suffer the consequences if he fails. (the hunger games au)

⇢ genre: action, angst, bits of fluff

⇢ word count: 6.25k

⇢ warnings: violence; swearing; psychological distress; eventual minor character death

⇢ note: obviously, the concept of the hunger games do not belong to me but to suzanne collins! i was re-watching the first film and started writing this bcause i kept thinking of other situations to throw characters into :’) also, i play around a bit with the ages of the bts members (i.e. jungkook is older than some of the members bc that is how the roles fit in the story!) future parts can be found in my masterlist.

⇢ parts two and three can be found on my masterlist! tumblr isn’t allowing posts with links to show up in tags anymore, sorry :(

Jeon Jungkook was sentenced to die at the age of eighteen.

He is twenty years old now. His nineteenth birthday came and went during the middle of the Games the year prior, and since then, he hadn’t really felt nineteen. He hasn’t felt much of anything at all, really. Some days it is as if time had halted before lurching forward in that arena, forcing him to grow older due to the sheer force of memory.

He is at the beach of District Four on a day when the bay air is salty and fresh, wind whipping his cheeks red, when Seokjin informs him of the news.

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La Grande Maison: A Mystery in Three Acts 🎠

The rooftop is your safe haven. It’s your escape from the woes of the world below and, you and your best friends take every opportunity you can to visit this special place. It’s here that time slows down, that all your problems seem to fade away…

But when one of you goes missing, not even the rooftop can save you from the nightmare that has yet to unfold. 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (but also this one is mainly about good ol fashion friendship)

Genre: Mystery/Thriller

Word Count: 25k 

Warnings (please read me!!!): angst (like seriously chief this one is ROUGH), alcohol use (not excessive), drug use (not excessive), violence, mentions of murder/crime/kidnapping, swearing (excessive), mentions of death, character death (not major), SMUT (18+ only please). 

A/N: hello yes. It is me. This one is ALOT my friends. Like holy freaking heck. I am honestly so incredibly excited for you to read this and, I can’t wait to see what you think of it. It’s my actual baby and, I’m kind of nervous cause, I’ve never written a fic like this before so, I really really really hope you like it. If you do, please let me know, feedback means everything to me. 

Please Note: Bolded text indicates when characters are speaking Korean

Regarding Taehyung’s French scenes (yes our boy is fluent in french in this fic), I did my best. My french isn’t perfect so, if there are mistakes I am super sorry. 

Please please please let me know if you liked it!

I love you all so much, please enjoy.

Act I- Sur La Grande Maison

The rooftop is a place you often end up.  

It’s a little cliché, you think: a bunch of misfits corralled onto a dodgy high-rise building in the middle of the city, cigarette smoke wafting in the air.  

But you and your friends aren’t delinquents.  

The worst any of you has ever done is get a speeding ticket and that only happened because, one of you had dared Hoseok to go over 100 miles an hour on the highway: Hoseok never turns down a dare.  

But no, the rooftop is a quiet place despite the shady motel it rests upon and, it’s a place you and your group of friends cherish for different reasons  

Jin likes it because; he can spot new street food vendors from the massive height of the building. He’s made all of you try some interesting shit but, most of the time, it’s delicious.  

Namjoon has perfect view of the river and, sometimes he separates from the seven of you to write poetry while gazing down at it.  

Yoongi doesn’t always join you but, he finds himself dragging himself out of the house to listen to the underground rappers that perform in the club next door.  

He thinks he can do better.  

He’s probably right.  

The rooftop gives Hoseok the space to dance; he doesn’t have it downstairs in the room he rents and, he can’t afford a practice room. So, he brings out his old speakers and amuses the rest of you while he moves fluidly around the concrete.  

Taehyung loves to paint the skyline and, the roof allows him a view that he can’t get anywhere else. He’s painted it a hundred times but, he hasn’t used every color; not yet at least.  

Jungkook brings his dads old polaroid up every time you guys meet. He takes unflattering pictures of all of you and, you know it’s just for fun but, what you don’t know is that he’s made a collage on his wall of all of them and, he smiles at them each morning as he heads to work.  

And Jimin well…  

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Despite Everything

Author: JoonYoongBlue

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: A touch of angst, no real warnings for this one. 

Synopsis: It takes more than just love to make this marriage work in this idol au.

Notes: This one turned out shorter than I would have liked, but I promise the next one is longer. 

Part 4

I woke up to a pair of strong arms holding me from the back. I didn’t know what time it was, but I could tell it was early. With eyes closed I turned around to face Jimin and placed my head right under his chin, wrapping my arms around him and inhaling his scent. It’s crazy how just one day apart made me miss him so much. Thinking back on the events of yesterday with Jungkook made me upset, but my husband was here so I felt much better.

I started giving him butterfly kisses on his neck, tracing them up to his jaw and then down again to his collar bone. He stirred and opened his eyes, but I didn’t stop. “Good morning baby.” He said in his husky morning voice. I traced my kisses to give him a soft peck on the lips, “Good morning love. I missed you yesterday.” Going back to his neck, I soon trailed the kisses over to his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I got home so late. And I forgot to text you when I was on my way back, sorry. I know you hate that.”

I hummed on his skin, letting him know that yes, I did hate it when he didn’t let me know when he was on his way home when he’s out late. I worried anything could happen. He tilted my chin up and looked me in the eyes, “Forgive me?”

I nodded. He then returned my kiss from earlier and softly placed his lips on mine. Backing out he gave me another look, “Baby you look so sad. Did you really miss me that much?”

I stared back at him. “Well yes… but actually I’m a little upset about something else too.”

“Oh? What about?”

“Well…” Was it a good idea to even tell him? I told him everything, there’s no secrets in our marriage. But for some reason I was hesitant. I didn’t really know how he would react. I’ve never had to tell him that someone was rough with me, and it being Jungkook I don’t know if it made it better or worse. Jimin waited patiently for my answer.

“Jungkook was just a little mean to me yesterday. I don’t think he meant it though, they were all drinking.” I whispered. I definitely sugar coated it, but at least I told him. I won’t have guilt from it. But I didn’t tell him about the time he grinded his bulge on me. I shook that little thought out of my head and focused on the conversation at hand.

His eyes narrowed a little, “How mean?”

“Mean enough to hurt my feelings, but not enough for me to hold it against him. I’m fine. It’s just you not being there yesterday probably made it seem worse than it actually was. I think that’s why I was so down.” I said as I drew circles on his chest with my finger.

He let out a sigh and tightened his arms around me, “I’m even more sorry now. I don’t want you to ever feel that way. I’ll talk to Jungkook okay?”

I nodded then proceeded to place my head under his chin again. We fell asleep for about another hour until it was decided we should get up. It was Sunday morning and Jimin wanted to make up for the fact that we couldn’t spend the day together yesterday. We started the day off by going to the gym for about two hours. Then once we were showered and freshened up we cuddled in our room and watched a few episodes of my favorite show while we waited for our dinner reservation to get closer. We went out to eat at our favorite exclusive restaurant, then went grocery shopping in a small town where we’ve (he) never had problems being recognized. We learned that it was always best to grocery shop after a meal. And also with less people. The day the whole group went shopping as hungry animals was a lesson learned for us. By the time we got home it was already 10 pm.

The guys helped us unload the groceries, because yes it was a lot of food. I mean there are eight mouths to feed. As we were finishing up I felt a pull on my sweater, “Noona, can I talk to you for a sec?” It was Jungkook and he looked like a sad little puppy. His eyes were big and looked slightly down on the floor. I knew this had to be an apology.

“Sure kook-”

“Actually I’d like to talk to you first Jungkook.” Jimin interrupted and looked straight at the younger man.

“Hyung…”

“Or you could just say what you need to say in front of me and my wife.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed. “What’s with the aggressive attitude hyung?”

“I don’t know, call me crazy but I don’t take too kindly to people who are dicks to my wife.”

“Jimin! I told you he was a little mean not a complete dick!” He actually was, but I don’t want kookie to get in too much trouble. I’m kinda over it.

Most of the other members had left the kitchen before the whole thing started. But Jin and Hoseok were still there. “Umm… what’s going on?” Jin asked. Jungkook and Jimin were staring daggers at each other and I didn’t want a big scene to ensue. So I grabbed them both by the arms and dragged them upstairs. We stopped in the hallway when I knew no one would hear us.

“Noona all I wanted to do was apologize. I shouldn’t have grabbed you the way I did I’m sorry.” Crap.

“YOU WHAT??” Jimin had him by the collar and pushed him to the wall. I quickly went to them and tried to get Jimin to let him go. “Jimin please! It really wasn’t that bad!” I desperately tried to unclench his grasp on Jungkook, he refrained from budging but I made him look at me and pleaded with sad eyes, “Please let Kookie go.”

With that he let go of the younger and took a step back. Jungkook looked pissed, he was clenching his fists and I could tell he was holding himself back. I then turned my head to Jimin and he was just as angry. The scene that was before me, I didn’t like it. I hated it. I’ve never seen them fight before. Out of everyone in the group those two were the closest. Everyone here were like brothers, but them even more so. It was heartbreaking to see this. I shouldn’t have said anything, it was so minor now that I thought back to it. The alcohol probably made it worse too. Tears started forming on my eyes, and as much as I wanted to fight them off it was to no avail. My cheeks soon became wet and soft sniffles escaped me.

“Baby… no baby please don’t cry.” Jimin immediately went to my side and started rubbing my arms.

“It’s just… it’s not a big deal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole thing but it’s okay. A-And you guys are such good f-friends. I’ve never seen you fight like this. I hate it.” I said in between my sniffles. Jimin stayed silent and kept rubbing my arms, contemplating on where to take it from there.

“I had a lot to drink that night hyung. All I did was grab her wrist a little too tightly but like I said I’m sorry.” He then walked over to us and gave Jimin a look that asked for permission to get near me. He hesitated for a moment but then stepped back. Jungkook took a step closer and wiped some tears away with his thumb “ I’ll never do it again. I promise.” He told me in a sincere voice. I gave him a nod and he smiled a bit, stepping closer for a hug. I circled my arms around him and hugged back. This was the Kookie I knew. The sweet innocent little maknea of the group. I was so glad to hear his apology. It didn’t go by unnoticed that Jimin was close by, observing. We let go of our hug and he turned to Jimin.

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah, if she forgave you then all’s forgiven.”

I smiled at that and so did Jungkook. “You guys want to come downstairs and do some karaoke with us? Sounds like they’ve already started.” Off in the distance you could hear Namjoon singing off key with all his might. I jumped at the invitation, “Yeah let’s go!” I grabbed Jimin by the hand and dragged him downstairs, Jungkook following behind us. We ended the night on a good note. It’s always fun to hear the rap line singing songs that aren’t in their vocal range. Everything was back to normal, the situation was fixed. So then why was it that I had this nagging feeling in my gut that said otherwise? Unbeknownst to me, Jungkook sat across the room with his eyes on my husband. And if it wasn’t for Tae and Hoseok’s duet, maybe I would’ve noticed Jimin staring back.

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Inkling | JJK | Teaser

Teaser! To be posted at 8pm est, January 25th!

Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

›› AU: Tattoo Artist ›› Genre: Smut / Angst ›› Rating: 18+ explicit sex ›› Pairing: JJK x Reader ›› Word Count: 17.7k Warnings Include: Angst, lgbtq+ themes, sexual content.  Teaser includes: mentions of heavy petting, piercings and swearing.  A/N: This one is for my beloved friend @xiubaek-13 who’s stood by me and my tumblr journey for over 3 years now. Our friend anniversary was last week, the 16th of January, so it’s a little late. But I hope you still love it. Remember, you gave me this idea, so you shall face the consequences. Enjoy <3

“Like, it’s so unfair,” you groan, arm slung over your eyes. “He kisses so well. I’m talking toe-curling, spine-arching, breathtakingly good. He really didn’t need to decorate his tongue with a gold medal to celebrate it.” You’ve replayed the events of Saturday night many times since it happened. The way Jungkook’s hands had slid under your shirt. Your thighs spread over his. Kissing, grabbing, moaning. It really wasn’t fair, the way his tongue pressed into your mouth and made you cave at the very first swipe. The first subtle brush of his golden tongue piercing against your lips. How he—

“Okay, please stop detailing me on what he can do with his tongue and get to the point. If this was just about his amazing tongue skills you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d be in his bed.” Hoseok grumbles. “So?” His back is turned to you as he motions for you to continue, busy cleaning his tattoo gun after he touched up your latest piece. A colourful design on the side of your breast and ribs. 

It’s one of the reasons you find yourself here. Half your chest out at 8am in Hoseok’s tattoo shop, Inkling. The other reason is being able to vent about his best friend and colleague — Jungkook — without him actually being here. 

Jungkook, who had kissed you like he meant it. Fingers sinking deep into the flesh of your thighs. Whose bun had come undone from the way your fingers had slid into his hair. The ink that covers his slightly tanned skin shifting to show defined muscles. The smirk he had every time he’d looked at you — quirking up the left corner of his mouth. His stupidly skilled tongue. The golden tongue piercing that adorns it. 

He’d kissed you so hungrily — devoured you — and then he’d gotten up and ran out on you. Leaving you with no proper explanation or goodbye.

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— INTO THE WOODS, 2: THE THICKET (m.)

— notes; STOP REPOSTING AND/OR RE-IMAGINING THIS AU AS YOUR OWN. THAT IS STILL PLAGIARISM.

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; goblin!au, smut, e2l, angst rating; explicit words; 7,058

— synopsis; you’ve taken a valuable book away from a goblin, and he will do just about anything to get it back. with the price you paid for a way home, seeing him again doesn’t seem like a punishment, but that’s what you two will be in for if anyone finds out about what transpired between you.

contents; goblin!jungkook, e2l themes, discrimination, kidnapping, some violence/bood, possessiveness, jealousy, protectiveness, unprotected sex (stay safe!), rough sex, creampie, clothed sex, public sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, multiple orgasms.

— chapters; the grove (01) | the thicket (02) | the nest (03)

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Jungkook since you left his home, hidden from your thoughts by his magic. His image popped into your mind, memories of his mouth, his hands, his breath on your skin every time Namjoon caressed you.

Which, you had been narrowly avoiding too much of. You knew he was concerned about you, his suspicions of you having an affair with another man thickening the air between you with tension even though he said nothing. The two of you weren’t officially together, but you’d slept together enough and spent so much time with one another that everyone just expected you two to marry soon.

The goblin’s book was an enigma, the words foreign on your tongue and the energy absolutely magnificent. You’d never felt such a spark as you had when touching the worn book, the only thing that even came close being the owner of said book himself.

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RED VELVET WEEK 2019 - Day One: Favorite Member.

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