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pairing: jungkook x female reader (ft. a little sprinkle of namjoon)
genre: childhood friends to lovers, boxer jungkook, college/frat au
includes: swearing, angst, mentions of blood and violence, pining, smut (public/private, unprotected sex, hair pulling, jungkook is big guys, duh), alcohol, smoking weed, jungkook seems like an asshole but he’s really not, OC having a crisis every two seconds, some fluff here and there as well, also this takes place over many months just saying if time gets confusing
premise: Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each other’s lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.
word count: 30k (she’s a monster sorry guys)
quick note: this is my first story back in a year(?) give or take some weeks!! kind of nervous to post & not sure if my writing has declined in anyway but nonetheless here is the beast that has been sitting on my computer since April 2019!! quick disclaimer I don’t know much about boxing so if I get stuff wrong - I apologize!! please enjoy & let me know what you think ❤️happy 7 years BTS!
recommended songs for reading: pray (JRY, RuthAnne), mushroom chocolate (6lack, quin), hallucinate (dua lipa), wus good/curious (partynextdoor)
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The evening was slow—after all, it was only a Wednesday. You had just finished serving a table of two—a young man and young woman—presumably on a midweek date. You didn’t recognize either of them which wasn’t surprising considering the campus grossed about 20,000 people. You began to wipe down tables out of boredom, glancing at the clock every two minutes hoping it would jump to when your shift was over in forty-five minutes. Thankfully, you didn’t have much work to do when you got home, but you are wishing to get in bed before 10:30 to get a full eight hours of sleep for your lectures tomorrow—something you had not had in about two months. Most days, like today, you were running on five hours of sleep and five cups of coffee. It wasn’t healthy, you knew that much, but it’s how you had to live your life. Your schedule was too demanding to hit the snooze button multiple times. You had shit to do—and getting your degree was the top priority.
“Y/N,” your coworker, Mark, called your name from behind of the counter.
“Yeah?” You respond.
“Will you come help me clean this out?” He asks you and you nod diligently.
“Of course,” you say, dropping your current task of wiping already clean tables. Mark was the one student that worked here you could stand to be around. He was very much like you in the sense that school came before anything—he too was on a full academic scholarship. He worked here before you, but he made you feel the most comfortable out of everyone. You would consider him a close friend at this point.
The espresso machine was a pain in the ass to clean and did call for two people most of the time. Besides, you would rather smell the remnants of coffee beans than the harsh chemicals of bleach gliding across a table.
“You have much work to do after your shift?” He asks you.
“No, thank god,” you shake your head, “I got most of my shit done between my classes today. You?”
“I have to write a ten page paper by midnight,” he sighs, “And guess how many pages I have started.”
You give him a short glance, “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say zero.”
“Damn right,” he smiles. A short silence between you two ensues before he speaks again, “Oh! Did I tell you I’m graduating early?”
“What? Really?” You look at him and an excited grin plays on his face. “When?”
“Yeah, I spoke to my advisor this afternoon and turns out, the classes I’m taking this semester is all I need for my degree,” he speaks with a relieved tone.
“Wow, that’s awesome,” you say genuinely, “I wish that was me,” you give out a small chuckle.
“I’m just glad I don’t have to keep stressing over this hell-hole,” he laughs, “The sooner I get out of here, the better.”
“I feel you on that,” you say, “I’m proud of you nonetheless, you’ve worked your ass off dealing with this scholarship.”
He gives you a small smile in return but it’s broken by the bell ringing from the door, signaling a new customer has decided to come in. Your eyes break from Mark’s and glance over to the door, your head doing a double take.
Your mouth goes dry when you see them—more specifically—him.
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Can’t Be Without You | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader, side Jin x Reader
Genre/Tags: best friends au, underground fighter!JK; angst, fluff, smut
Warnings: depictions of blood and violence (involving JK), implied depression/anxiety, unhealthy coping mechanisms, foul language, family problems, sexual content, mentions of alcohol, mention of a robbery (it’s not too bad but please read with caution! Let me know if missed any tws) (18+)
Word count: 30.3k (decided to push this baby out in one piece i’m sorry)
Summary: One night you’re gushing over rom-coms and Jungkook’s cooking; a few nights later you’re tending to his beat-up face. But while it’s his stubbornness that’s saved you countless times before, it’s that same quality that constantly puts him in danger. OR your best friend just can’t let go of underground fighting and so, drama ensues.
A/N: I just wanted to write a bf2l fic but it got too personal whoops but this felt cathartic to write, so here’s a little piece of me to anyone willing to read. Also listen to Drown and Be There by Seafret. Please be kind always, to yourself and others! <3
“You always come running when I call, Kook. Why?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Doesn’t it get tiring?”
“It does.”
“So why do you still do it?”
“I’ll lose you if I don’t. And I can’t lose you.”
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knockout. (m)
# pairing. professional boxer!jungkook x reader
# genre. slice of life, humor, fluff, smut.
# word count. 4k+
# warning(s). oc and jungkook have a three-year-old, this takes place in the near future so oc and kook are in their mid to late twenties, violence [mention of boxing], smut [sub!jungkook, spanking, m!fingering, rimming, mommy kink, blindfold usage, awkward situation].
↳ summary. it’s a beautiful sight to see; jeon jeongguk, korea’s most famous boxer, known as the country’s tough guy, currently had his bare ass up in the air at your full mercy; awaiting for all you had planned on giving him.
# a/n. this is my first time writing any of the members as a sub / making the reader a dom so if it’s not that well, i apologize. i may go in and change some stuff, so don’t be surprised if you re-read this later on and some things are different <3
It’s not the sound of your bedroom door creaking that has you up and awake, though the high-pitched noise proved to be more than annoying at times you were fully awake (you had to get that fixed, soon).
Not even the metal keys loudly clinking against your wooden nightstand could’ve made you stir, no matter how loud the sound was.
It was Jeongguk’s index finger brushing against your top lip that had you fluttering your eyes open.
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