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Written in the Stars

summary ↬ being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkook’s soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. there’s only one teensy tiny problem. he doesn’t want to fuck you.

pairing ↬ werewolf!jungkook x reader

genre ↬ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)

word count ↬ 10.4k my hand slipped

warnings ↬ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i don’t go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is had…i know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!

authors note ↬ hello lovelies! here’s a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)

(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didn’t. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)

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white lies | jjk | m

— summary; in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 

— contents and warnings; smut, fluff, very minor angst, poor attempts at humor, athlete!jungkook x reader, childhood best friends, fake dating, idiots to lovers, far too many movie references, a tiny bit of jealousy, jk is a football/soccer player, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the catastrophic event that is a frat party, jk is kind of a himbo, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, a lot of touching, dirty talk, fingering, grinding, jk has a big dick, praise, body worship if you squint, unprotected sex (don’t.), pulling out, very mild possessiveness, mid-sex confessions, the L word…, Jungkook wants to fuck you in his team jacket because his tastes are very singular and you wouldn’t understand it 

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— author’s notes; I know what you’re thinking… and yes, every bad movie mentioned is real. Also, this is a self-aware cliche and 100% self indulgent. Have fun!

When people first found out that you and Jungkook were friends, you received a very predictable, repetitive sequence of reactions.

First came disbelief. It was the most comprehensible one, at least from your perspective, taking into consideration that you and Jungkook were completely different people. He was loud (sometimes too loud) and outgoing, probably knew at least ninety percent of the campus population by name and city of origin. Jungkook was warm, friendly, the type of guy that you’d confess all your worries to if given enough time. You, on the other hand, was more on the “colder” side — you weren’t as inviting with strangers, and didn’t mind going through moments of awkward silence. Jungkook was a talker and you were a listener; he was a daydreamer and you were a brute realist: maybe that was why your friendship worked so well. But most people couldn’t really get it. 

Second came the questions — the doubts, the sideway glances, even a few bitter comments if you were unlucky enough. Jungkook had kind of a reputation when it came to sleeping around, so most people jumped to the conclusion that either you were his favorite plaything (which might have been the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard) or that you were simply the rare one he had friendzoned because he didn’t want to fuck you (a big runner-up to that prize). Eventually, though, you settled their anguishes simply by saying that you knew each other ever since you were kids. 

Which took you to the final phase: relief and acceptance. The ones who saw you as a threat instantly relaxed, and the ones who couldn’t understand why he would “waste his time” with “someone like you” quickly understood that it was a deep, innocent connection that he was just “too sweet to let go.” Obviously, that didn’t make you feel any better. 

Truth was, it was kind of hard being friends with Jungkook. Mostly because the boy casted a light so strong that it was almost impossible not to stay in his shadow, but also because you always felt like you had to justify your existence every time he chose you instead of anyone else. You were the person he ran to hug once his team won; you were the one he ditched other people for, just to hang out with you. It made you insecure. And, yeah, there was also the fact that you had been madly in love with him for some time now, but that was unimportant. 

Well, until he asked you to be his (fake) girlfriend, that was. 

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drown for you | series masterlist (hiatus)

there was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. all you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous.

pairing: siren!jk x f reader

genre: sci-fi, merman/siren au, fluff, angst, smut

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this fic is currently being re-written, but it’s low on my list of priorities so it’s going to take a while. the old version is available on my patreon as a pdf, but the fic will be updated here as well in the future

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The Great Ramen Incident

Title: The Great Ramen Incident

Rating: PG13

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: What happens when you whisk your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a.k.a mischief incarnate off to a sleepy, snowy town?

No ramen was harmed in the making.

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol Consumption

A/N: This is what I came up with for the @thebtswritersclub btswritersclub secret Santa! Hope you like it Jee @unfurlingtwinklingstar

Thank you to the loveliest beta: @unoriginal-username15432 , thank you @aroseforyoongi for all the encouragement, and as always @pars-ley I don’t know what I’d do without you.

It wasn’t often that you got the chance to explore without any sort of intention or schedule, much less with your single favourite person at your side. So suffice to say, when you were given the opportunity to do just that, you jumped.

The town was minuscule, made up mainly of a single street branching off into quaint little residential meanders that wound lazily through the hilly countryside. Fleeting snow dotted the fields, thinning out the population of outdoor explorers.

The crowd, if you could call it that, consisted of several cows, an esteemed looking elderly gentleman, and a heavily bundled little child. Everyone shuffled round with a quiet, unhurried sense of purpose, seemingly taking the time to breathe in the fresh mountain air around them.

Quiet you could do. The only slightly difficult thing would be ensuring that neither of you made fools of yourself for the duration of your stay. No matter how fulfilling the tomfoolery may be…

At the very least, the two of you could aim to avoid inflicting permanent damage. Right?

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Not a Creature was Stirring | JJK

You wake up Christmas Eve night not to find Santa, but to find a man cold and shivering on your front porch. Clothes tattered, cuts on his body, out in the snow. You find out he’s not as helpless as he appears.

Kind of cute, kind of scary, very buff Jungkook Fantasy AU. hybrid!Jungkook x reader

Warning: horror, monsters, fighting, death, blood, gore, smut, groping, rough sex, oral sex, animalistic sex u.u, knotting, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Word count: 10k

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You heard it, a muffled groan pulling you from your slumber.

A thump, wood scratching.

A thump, a whimper, high pitched and full of pain.

Then silence again.

What should you do? Should you go investigate? You were alone and you were scared.

Should you go back to sleep? The pain in that cry had your heart clenching. You look at the time, it’s midnight.

Merry Christmas, you think bitterly.

You rented a cabin for the Holiday. You were supposed to be here with your boyfriend, celebrating your fourth Christmas together. Until you found him cheating.

So here you were, alone on Christmas, out in the woods, with a strange noise just outside your door.

You kept the lights off, walking slowly through the old home, careful with your steps. The wood creaks beneath your feet and the cabin’s cold enters your bones, the fireplace embers long since burned to ash.

You inch closer to the window, ears listening for any more movement. The crash had been so loud...now there’s complete silence. You take a deep breath reaching for the window curtain and pull a corner away from the glass.

What’s that?

The porch is covered in white. Fresh snow like a blanket. And amongst the white...you see red.

As fresh as the snow, spots splattered like paint. You gasp at the sight. The blood patterned like a horror story, explaining the cries of pain you heard.

Your curiosity got the best of you.

You slipped on your shoes and went to the door, reaching for an axe left against the wall. Holding the sturdy weapon in your hands made you feel safer. It was only a precaution, at least you hoped.

“Hello?” The woods were dark, you shivered in your pajamas following the trail of blood. The snow beneath your slippers crunched as you pulled your feet through the layer of ice.

You stare mouth wide open. In your shock the axe falls from your grasp, hitting the snow softly with a quiet thud.

You found the end to the blood trail. The horror story had just begun.

A dark figure lays in the white snow, face down, covered in blood. His clothes torn to shreds, snow filling in the gaps.

You run towards his side. You expected the worst when you grab his shoulder to turn him over. In this weather you’re already shivering, your fingers and toes numb with cold.

On his back, you place your head against his heart. You can hear a faint heartbeat. You touch his face, he’s still warm!

“Help! Anybody there!”

You cries echo back through the trees and then silence. The wind whistles, and silence engulfs you again. Stark quiet except for your heavy breathing, and the wind taunting you again.

You look down at the man. You hadn’t expected this. You weren't prepared! The only thing you had was your axe, now discarded in the snow.

You grab his face in your cold hands. He’s young, face full of cuts, and even so, his striking features take you aback. You softly pat his cheek. “Hey? Hey! Wake up please...please don’t die, don’t die,” you whisper.

You look around, there’s nothing but woods and snow and darkness. What the hell are you going to do?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologize, as you place your hand under his shoulders, lifting his torso from the snow.

You pull.

He moves an inch.

You pull again, grunting, you pull. Another inch closer. This will never work, you think, but it has to!

You dig your heels into the snow, and you heave with all your strength.

And slowly...

Painstakingly...

You pull this barely living man through the woods.

Your body is so cold, yet you’re sweating with fatigue. You scream for someone, anyone to help you. But you know it's only you here. You're alone.

Luckily, the unconscious man is still warm. Warmer than you...no that can’t be. You’re sleep deprived and frantic, and you have to save this man’s life!

You slip, falling in the snow, his heavy head falls against your lap. You whimper, crying out in frustration. Sobbing over the unfairness of life. Is this how you both die? Alone in the woods? Unloved? Unknown? On Christmas morning?

No!

You move your stiff joints, you find strength inside you and keep pulling.

You pull him to your porch, you drag him across the steps, over the threshold of your home. Until you're inside again, finally.

You fall down wheezing over his body, laughing that you made it. You did it, you saved him, you didn’t die after all. He’s still breathing, his heart is still beating, you can hear it as you rest on his chest.

You run to the fireplace, throwing wood onto the kindling. You light a match, the crackle of the matchstick sounds louder in the quiet. Lowering your head to the hearth, blowing the fire alive, orange light extinguishes the eeriness of the night.

You’re still shivering and your clothes are wet with snow and sweat. And the man! He needs the heat the most.

You move him closer to the heat, it was a clumsy ordeal. You run to the bedroom, pull your bedding off and throw it over his bleeding body. You shiver, pull off your soaking shirt, kneel on the floor and let the fire dry your skin and hair, sighing from the welcoming heat.

You hear a groan and turn around, covering your naked chest, you crawl over to where he lays. “Hello? Hello?” you reach for his face, moving his long hair out of his eyes, still amazed at his features, now softer in the glowing light. “You’re going to be okay, I promise,” you whisper when he groans again. You need to help him, you need to move.

You run to the bedroom again, your feet thudding across the wood floor. Quicker, you need to act quicker! You pull off the rest of your wet clothes and change. You also look for clothes he can wear. You look for towels and antiseptic. You fill a bowl of water and find a first aid kit.

Kneeling, you gently pull off the blanket, lifting his head you place a pillow underneath. He’s softly breathing, that’s good. You pull off his tattered shirt. So many deep cuts cover his body, you use a wet towel to clean him. You wipe the blood away, cover the cuts with medicine and bandages. Focus on saving him, now is not the time to admire him! “You’ll be okay,” you say to yourself as he winces in his sleep.

You dry his hair, fluffing the strands with a towel. You try your best not to react when you pull off his tattered pants, working quickly to bandage his scars. You sigh, falling to the ground exhausted, too shy to look at him again.

“Why were you out there?” you can’t help but think aloud. You look for your phone, and still no service of course. The crackle of the fire sounds nice, you sit and admire your work and the man you saved. He’s beautiful, even with cuts across his face. But why was he out there? What happened to him? Oh no! Your axe!

This time you’re smarter, you put on a jacket and boots when you go outside. You pull the hood over your head to shield the cold wind stinging your face as you search for the axe. The snow picked up, steadily falling around you, but the blood trail was still there.

So much blood, how is that man still alive?

Maybe it wasn’t all his blood. You shudder at the thought. You slowly trek through the snow, impressed you managed to pull that man so far. It’s so quiet. Maybe...maybe you didn’t need to find your axe right now. You feel like you’re being watched, and unease settles into your bones.

You made a mistake. It’s okay, you can still fix your mistake. You’ll come back in the day. It’s alright. You turn to leave, too scared to go on looking.

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You heard it first. A crack, branches breaking perhaps. You whipped your head around and let out a shaky breath, a hot cloud of steam erupts from your mouth. Then you smelled it, rancid, copper, wet animal, and death.

“Who’s there!” You stood frozen, wondering what the right course of action would be...to run back home? Run for the axe? “Hello?!”

Then you heard it again, a low growling, so deep it sent shivers down your spine.

And then...

Then you saw it.

A dark beast with red glowing eyes.

So large and so terrifying you fell to your knees. Your eyes welled up with tears, unable to speak, you began crying before you realized why.

You felt a fear you’ve never experienced before, terror so shocking it felt like a slap across the face, a stream of cold water trickling down your insides, electricity in your heart warning you to get away with every pounding beat.

You stood up on shaky legs and ran.

You fell down hard, limbs stiff from the temperature. Snarling so close you don’t dare look behind you, you moved quickly scrambling to your feet and ran until you saw a speck of red hope, silver glimmering in the snow. Your axe right there, so close and so far.

Your fingers wrapped around wood. Yanking the axe from the snow, you spin around just in time!

The beast’s large yellow teeth bite down on the handle, and it cracks effortlessly in its jaws. Your fingers feel the heat of its breath and wetness from it’s drool, your skin so close to its mouth, so close to destruction. You gasp at the beast’s brute strength, falling back as he lunges forward.

You collide with something hard, or rather, something collides with you, spinning your body away, knocking you unconscious. It happens so fast you can’t explain what you saw. It couldn’t be, not another beast.

Not another...but before you can question more, your vision goes black and the beast is gone.

You scream.

It’s daylight.

You sit on the floor of your cabin, in front of the morning’s extinguished fireplace.

You see evidence of your night, bandages and a bowl on the floor, so you know it was more than a mere nightmare, but you’re all alone.

Where is that man?

You remain silent. That uneasiness never left you. But where did he go?

The cabin is warm and inviting in the daylight, it’s what drew you in when you first chose this place. But all you could see now is that beast's eyes, terrifyingly menacing and the coldness of the night woods you can’t seem to shake. Where is that man?

You walk through the kitchen. You want coffee, but you want to find the man first! You move through the house, passing by the bath, you feel heat from the shower just used. You open the door wider, see mist on the mirror and towels on the floor. Where is he?

You move cautiously to your bedroom, still dark with the curtains drawn. It’s quiet, the bed looks tempting to your exhausted body when you move closer. Where is tha-

A large hand covers your mouth, muffling your scream. The other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you backward.

Your bodies hit the bedroom wall with a thud as he backs you away into a corner of the room.

You scream another muffled squeal, twisting in his strong embrace. His arms stay secure like steel around your body, unyielding to your struggles for escape.

“It was you? How?” Your captor's voice sounds raspy and deep in your ear, his hot breath hitting your cheek, his long damp hair tickling your neck as he presses his head closer to yours. What?!

You scream again, trying to escape, and he shakes your body, rattling your courage.

“Stop.”

The one word command feels like a punch, harsh in your ear. You breathe heavily against his palm, waiting to be released.

“Don’t scream,” he warns lowly, as he relaxes his hold across your mouth, laying the rough pads of his fingers across your neck instead. You inhale in air quickly, working to make sense of your situation. So you found him, or well, he found you.

“Let m-me go, I’m n-not g-going to hurt you.”

He laughs softly, mockingly, in your ear.

His nose trails down the column of your neck and he slowly inhales, nose pressing into your soft skin. You realise he’s smelling you, and you tense in his arms as his lips run across your skin like a teasing lover. You try not to whimper, unable to find your voice, shuddering when his lips graze your shoulder.

“W-What are y-you doing?”

His grip tightens around you, palm opening and fingers widening to feel more of you, dragging his hands across your curves, he breathes in deep and nuzzles the skin beneath your jawline.

Your response is only visceral, you tell yourself, the way your chest and stomach tightens as he touches you and breaths you in.

Stay calm, don’t let him notice. This twisted affection was a distorted mirror of the passion you had missed. Your heart raced because you missed intimacy, still heartbroken, you hadn’t felt another man’s touch since your ex lover. That’s why, you tell yourself, when he grunted low and his body pressed tighter against you, you felt wetness escape between your legs.

“P-Please stop,” you whisper. You ache inside with so much pain and yearning, you can barely keep yourself standing.

“You saved me,” he whispers low, “You shouldn’t have done it.”

“I-I don’t understand,” you try to move but he only holds you tighter.

“Now they have your scent.” he says, the answer only makes you more confused. “How will you protect yourself?” he murmurs, “When you can’t even escape me?” He emphasizes his words by tightening his hold, yanking you to him.

You knew where his wounds were etched across your body, you had cleaned and disinfected each deep cut yourself. So at his words you move your previously frozen arm behind you, pressing into his side.

The man finally lets go, wincing in pain, and you fall to the ground. You shuffle your body away until your back hits the side of your bed, keeping him in your line of sight.

He winces again, arm covering his side, he slides down the wall to rest.

You sit on the floor, across from each other.

In silence.

In darkness.

You’re too stunned to speak. This man, folded into himself looks so small now. You wrap your arms across your chest, grounding yourself from the electricity you had felt all over your body. What was that?

He sits in the corner of your room like a scared animal, but he doesn’t appear to be dangerous, even if he had startled you with his odd actions.

He’s alive, slowly breathing, dark eyes watching you, jaw clenched tightly trying to conceal his pain. But he’s alive. It makes you happy your efforts weren’t all for nothing.

The man scoffs, “They are going to come for us.”

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A small beam of light runs steadily across the floor, dissecting the bedroom as the closed curtain heats with sunlight from outside. Minutes pass and neither of you move to speak again, and eventually, your heart rate finally settles.

“Are y-you hungry?”

The man laughs softly again, adjusting his legs and looking toward the ground, unwilling to make eye contact with you.

“Okay, I’ll g-go make breakfast then,” you mumble, feeling lost on what to do, wanting to leave this room and awkwardness. You stand up slowly, like you might spook him, walking towards the door.

The man stares at you, gaze following you across the room. Before you leave, you turn your head to address him.

“I’m sorry for that,” you cast your eyes down to the arm cradling his side, “but you deserved it.”

You cooked eggs. You didn’t hear him, but that uneasy feeling of being watched came back so suddenly you just knew he was behind you again. “So do you have a name?” You ask.

No one answers and you thought perhaps you had been paranoid after all. Turning, you see him leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Didn’t you hear me? You’re in danger.”

You use a spatula to mix the eggs. “I heard you,” you say softly. “It’s Christmas day. What am I supposed to do?”

“Just leave,” he grunts.

And what about him? Are you expected to leave him here in your cabin? The man was badly wounded, you didn’t want to, no, you couldn’t just abandon him. “I have nowhere else to stay. I don’t know the roads here, where am I supposed to go?”

“Anywhere but here!” he yells, fist slamming on the counter, rattling plates.

You stay quiet, the eggs sizzle and you turn off the heat. You turn around, folding your arms across your chest. “I’m stuck here until the new year, until the ranger comes.”

The man huffs. The ranger. That’s the last thing he needs.

“Your bandages should be changed.”

Why are you moving so close to him? Why aren’t you afraid? He grabs your wrist and twists it before you have a chance to inspect his wounds.

“Let me go!” You pull your free arm back, spatula in hand, ready to strike him. He grabs onto your forearm, shaking the ridiculous weapon out of your grip. Unable to control his anger he slams your arms into the cabinet, holding them above your head. Why weren’t you afraid?!

His sensitive ears listened to the sound of your heart beating, thudding in your chest so loud it aggravates his already splitting headache.

And the worst part?

He couldn’t smell any fear or anger on you. Instead he smells your sweet and heavy scent wrapping around his keen senses, strangling and burning out his anger and replacing it with an unfamiliar feeling. The same lust filled haze he felt earlier surrounded him again, filling his head and fueling a different kind of appetite.

If he was a better beast of a man he could control himself, but he was not a man worth saving.

A rumbling growl erupts from the center of his chest as he presses his body closer. He watches the rise and fall of your breasts rubbing against him with every sharp breath you take.

It was his fear of losing control that kept him from starting anything more.

“Why did you risk your life for me?!”

You wince in his grasp, flinching from the sudden raise of his voice. “Because it was the right thing to do,” you say, as if the answer was as obvious as the sun rising every day. “I couldn’t just let you die.”

“You should have!”

Then he wouldn’t have to deal with his problems anymore, then he wouldn’t feel indebted to you. He wouldn’t have to smell your enticing scent, he wouldn’t worry for you.

Knowing the way the beast’s mind worked, he knew there would be no stopping the obsession to acquire you if the other deemed you his prey. It would be his fault if you were torn apart or worse, he had led them right to you.

The thought sends hot rage throughout his body. You should have stayed inside, you shouldn’t have followed his cries for help, this was your fault too! How can you be so stupid! How did someone as weak as you save him?

You grunt pain as he lifts your body higher and kick out your dangling feet. “What do you want me to say?! That I regret saving you? Because I don’t!”

No one has ever done that before, helped him like you did. No one has ever, so stubbornly, tried to take care of him. Why can’t you see how much danger you’re in? He releases you, grabbing the frying pan, he turns to leave. “My name...is Jungkook.”

“H-hey-” ‘I need that.’ You huff watching him leave. You scan the kitchen, frowning when you see only bread.

You watch Jungkook through the window, staring at the back of his head. He’s sitting on the porch, eating your eggs with his fingers. ‘What a stubborn man,’ you think, chewing on your piece of toast.

This wasn’t what you envisioned you would be doing on Christmas Day.

Maybe it was because you were lonely and still hurting from your failed relationship, but his cold shoulder stung you. Had you finally lost it? Wanting to be this strange man’s friend? He acted like a brute, but he was beaten and broken and you have to believe he must be hurting too.

Last night replays in your mind again. The ice, your struggle, the howling wind, the crackling fire, Jungkook’s warm body, those red eyes, the flash of fur across your eyes.

You didn’t regret anything, so why do you want to cry?

As if Jungkook could hear your inner thoughts he turned around, looking at you with a glare.

“Stop staring and come here!”

You sigh with a frown.

You sat next to him, watching the woods, admiring the bits of green peaking through the snow. He holds out the pan to you. You hesitate while he looks at you. Since it’s only him, you might as well...you laugh softly to yourself, lifting some egg onto your piece of toast.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?”

You raise your brow, peaking at him from the corner of your eye. “You want me to be scared of you?”

Sure, he’s big, toned with muscles. There’s been a dark somber expression permanently etched across his face ever since he woke. But his face still looked soft and boyish, full lips rested in a pout under a deep cupid's bow, front teeth prominent and sticking a bit out, it doesn’t make him particularly menacing. It made him look cute.

And his eyes.

Looking into his eyes, deep brown, round and full of emotion, how could you ever be afraid?

Jungkook looks young and unprepared, he appears as lost as you feel. Is he the scared one?

You massage the stiffness out of your legs. “Do you want to talk about what happened last night? Why were you attacked?”

Jungkook scoffs, fingers flicking cold bits of egg around the pan. You persist, “It was that monster, wasn’t it? Wait, how did I make it back here?” you think aloud.

“You. Are you-” Jungkook's wide eyes watch you silently, his front teeth bite down on his bottom lip, waiting, expecting panic to come. “Are you some kind of monster hunter?”

He laughs.

Your face heats up, embarrassed at the way he laughs loudly at you. He looks you over, once, twice. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I’m a hunter.”

Wow, a monster hunter, and you saved his life. “Oh! My axe!” You jump up , remembering the reason you went into the woods again last night.

Jungkook quickly follows behind you. “Hey! It’s not safe! Hello? Woman!”

“My name is y/n. Let me just find it-”

“The axe? It was destroyed!”

“Nothing a little duct tape can’t fix. I think I see it! Aha!”

Jungkook grabs your wrist, expression dark, staring off into the distance. “Let’s go now.” You follow his eyeline towards the trees.

In the distance you see a figure of a man. Even this far you notice how tall and large he seems to be. What surprised you more is his clothes. In this weather he was only wearing dark pants, his wide chest exposed to the elements, and a coat made of fur. He looked handsom-

“Wait!” your vision tilts as Jungkook throws you over his shoulder.

He looks over at the figure, picking up the axe and holding it in front of him in warning. You grunt when his shoulder digs into your stomach as he walks away.

“Who was that? Do you know him?”

He refuses to answer you until he drops you safely inside.

“What is wrong with you?! Do you always have to try to fix everything?”

“W-What’s wrong with that?” Your life was flipped upside down, your heart was broken into pieces, you couldn’t fix yourself, was it so horrible to want to fix what you could?

Jungkook feels your sadness. Your mood shift hit his senses in waves. You’re so emotional, he thinks. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and that’s dangerous, especially here.

“You need to leave. Before the sun sets.” he lifts you up by your shoulders, pulling you to the door.

“What about you?” It feels wrong to run away and leave him behind. And something inside you, something you can’t explain, says you’re safer by his side.

“Worry about yourself!” he yells, unable to process the series of emotions going through him right now, strange new feelings he’s never dealt with. “G-Get away from me! You stupid emotional woman!”

You yank your hand away. “I’m not going!” you scream, “T-This is my cabin, and you can’t make me leave. And actually, you leave! Y-You’re not welcome anymore!”

At your outburst he crumples onto the floor, writhing in agony.

“What’s wrong?!”

You rush over to him, falling to your knees. You place your hands on his shoulder and hair soothingly, trying to calm him down.

He roars, his body convulsing.

“I d-dont-kn-” he whimpers loudly. The sound reminds you of the cries you heard last night. Your eyes swell with tears watching as he twists and turns his body.

Then you have a sudden thought.

This won’t work. This will never work. Maybe-

“You’re welcome here!”

He stops convulsing, breathing normally again. He stretches his limbs out, staring at the ceiling.

“What the hell just happened?!”

“A protection was casted.”

“What does that mean?!”

“It means,” he exhales, “the previous owners of this cabin weren’t as naive as you.”

You still don’t know what he means. “So I-I can stay?”

---

“What are you doing?” Jungkook’s deep voice is right back in your ear like the first time you met, making you jump.

Jungkook presses himself against your back, looking over your shoulder as you crack eggs into a bowl.

“Making cookies.”

You lean away, searching for flour. You felt shy from his attention, the heat from his body had caused your own heat to spread inside you.

You hadn’t expected to feel attraction to someone else so soon, and when you really thought about it, the idea of really letting go of your ex made your stomach turn. But Jungkook was so good looking, it was hard not to be drawn in.

It’s just biological, you tell yourself, it’s just animal attraction.

He follows you to the fridge and you bump into him awkwardly looking for milk. “Do you want to help?”

It didn’t feel particularly good performing the activities you had planned to do with your boyfriend, with a stranger instead...

But the way he scrunched his nose as he worked, and the flour all over Jungkook’s face, his determined eyes as he tries to roll out the cookie dough...you can’t help but smile at the sight.

You grab the rolling pin from him, laughing. “Like this, watch. Softly.”

You watch as he tries again, slower this time. His forearms bulging and muscles tight as he concentrates. You try to focus too, you try not to let yourself be distracted, but your mind wanders.

You think about the fright you experienced the other night, gasping from his touch. Those hands steadily rolling the dough on your body instead. The way he dragged his hands across your stomach and over your breasts, his low rumbling breaths upon your neck.

You really try to focus, but then he stops.

“You got it, don’t stop now,” you smile.

He stays quiet, peering over at you.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” Mouth in a tight line, he rolls the dough again.

You sigh, he's not a brute, he's a brat.

You laid out all the candies you brought to his wonderment. “You’ve never decorated cookies before?”

“No I’ve never decorated cookies before,” he mutters, annoyed, overwhelmed at all the decorations.

You cut the piping bag tip. “Watch me.”

You clumsily pipe frosting onto a cookie man, adding lines for a shirt and pants, placing tiny candy buttons in a row and black licorice pieces for his large eyes. You scribble the letters ‘JK’ on the cookie man’s shirt. “See?”

“I don’t look like that,” he scoffs, grabbing the piping bag from you.

He’s more delicate than you expected. He decorated the cookies with intricate designs, tongue pressed into his cheek, he places chocolate sprinkles in a pattern.

“These look so good! That really looks like a dog.”

He smirks, proudly. “So this is what you like to do?”

“On Christmas. It’s a tradition.”

A wave of sadness washes over you as you remember your ex and the last Christmas you spent with him. You hated him for what he did to you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you smile, not wanting to ruin the moment.

But Jungkook can sense your sadness again, already frowning at you.

“What’s next? For your traditions,” he says, distracting you.

You laugh. “Well, usually I would watch a Christmas movie, but there’s no TV,” you smile half-heartedly, lips pressed into a pout. “There’s nothing really left to do, except...” You reach underneath the counter, pulling out a bottle of champagne with a shy smile.

You sit on the ground by the fire. The crackling embers warms your heart, the heat feels healing.

You don’t mind the silence.

Watching the fire is enough.

You sigh, content for the first time since you arrived.

Jungkook smiles. “What are you thinking about?”

“It’s funny, I thought I would be alone on Christmas. I guess, I’m just happy I’m not. Even if we might die tonight.”

Jungkook frowns.

“It’s just a joke!” you laugh, the alcohol slurring your words.

“This drink isn’t good.”

You laugh at his bluntness.

“You know, I rented this cabin for my boyfriend and I,” you mumble, “But a week before we were supposed to leave, do you know what happened?” You didn’t give Jungkook a chance to answer. “I caught him cheating,” you spit out, the alcohol fueling your rant. “Right in the act.”

The memory feels comical now, you think bitterly. What a fool you had been.

“He said it was my fault, my fault, because we barely had sex, he said it was my fault,” you mumble, close to tears, taking another drink.

“And I knew - I knew it wasn’t perfect, but I was planning to fix it! With this,” you wave your hands in the air dramatically, “and while I was trying to save our relationship, he was-” you choke on the words, hurting, “he was-”

Jungkook pulls the champagne bottle from your hand, distracting you. “Do you want me to rip off his legs?” he asks as you whine for him to give it back.

You laugh, “He deserves that, doesn’t he?” you mumble, head rolling to the side.

“I just want to forget,” you mumble and try not to cry, “I just want to be happy.”

“I want to be happy too,” Jungkook confesses. “I want to be free. I want to know what it’s like to live on my own, my own rules, not hurting anybody. Do you think," he sighs, "I can find happiness as a better man? That I'll be worthy of love?”

You hear him, but you’re too drunk to listen. You nod, lying your head into his lap, hugging him close.

---

You startle, waking on the floor for a second time. Your muscles stiff and sore, you yawn and stretch, limbs brushing against Jungkook’s body. He sits against the bricks of the fireplace hearth, unmoving, looking towards the door frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t explain it, no one came. They didn’t even try. He fears that means something worse is waiting for him and you.

“Stay here,” he mutters, leaving.

He searches the forest for tracks, nothing for miles, your cabin becoming smaller and smaller until he doesn’t see it at all.

He finds large prints in the snow. Following the tracks, they run in circles around the property, never coming closer. What does it mean?

He heard your scream. Jungkook’s heart drops painfully, fear locking his joints. He races to find you.

“What the hell are you doing?! I thought you were hurt!”

“I couldn’t see you anymore! And then I f-found this lake. I wanted to see if it was frozen enough to skate, but it began cracking. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scream.”

Great, now he has to worry about you drowning on top of being murdered.

“Are you just trying to get yourself killed?!”

“I’m fine!” You say incredulously. “I was careful, see?” You lift your jacket up, revealing the axe, with some improvements, shiny tape covering it’s handle.

“We are going back to the cabin right now! What if-”

He falls back into the snow, stunned.

Your sweet laughter fills his ears, like a song, muting his anger.

He lifts his head, eyebrows white and face covered in snowflakes. You held a ball of snow in your palm, smiling brightly down at him. His ears turned red at how beautiful you looked when you smiled.

“Did you just hit me…with a snow pellet?”

“It’s called a snowball, and yes, yes I did.”

He stares blinking up at you.

“It’s tradition,” you smirk. You hurl the remaining ball you had at his face.

Using his quick reflexes he catches the snowball in his first, the soft snow exploding from the momentum, covered his body in snow again. You doubled over in laughter.

Jungkook watches you stunned. “Do y-you think that’s funny?”

Your answer is laughter.

“Yeah?” He turns to his side, piling the snow into a massive ball.

“Ahh!” The impact knocks you down, snowflakes tangled in your hair. You turn your body around, gathering up snow, the both of you racing to make more snowballs.

You run away laughing through the forest. He catches up to you easily, tackling you into a bank of snow. Gathering the fresh snow, you heave it over your head at his face.

He’s laughing, he’s smiling, it’s the first time you’ve seen Jungkook so carefree.

“You’re so warm!” you shiver, skin numbing to the wet snow covering your body. Jungkook lowers his body weight on you, warming you.

You realize the position you’re in, your legs tangled together, his thigh pressing into your center, his arms holding yours down into the snow. Your laughter quiets down as you stare into his eyes. He watches your lips, watches your soft breathing turn into smoke once hitting the cold air as you relax your body.

He kisses you.

It wasn’t perfect, it was clumsy and rough. But it was like fire, a sparking match, heating you up instantly. He was no longer hesitant, tongue parting your lips so he could taste you, delving inside hurriedly, as if he waited too long for this moment.

Your fingers run through his long hair without thinking, pulling him to you. You kiss him passionately until your mind catches up to your body, and you realize what you’re doing, parting your legs for a man you’ve only just met. The last time you kissed someone, it had been your ex, and his memory invades your mind, filling you with sadness and regret.

“J-Jungkook.”

His warm hands are under your shirt, lips pressed against your neck, heating trails of fire across your body.

“Jungkook!”

You scream.

Your eyes meet three pairs of red orbs, hiding within the thick underbrush. They grow in the shadows, three large contorted figures watch you with dark mangled fur, hunched beasts. Their growls grow louder, large teeth dripping with saliva, foaming at the mouth.

Jungkook springs to his feet, reaching for you before you can react.

Jungkook pulls you through the forest, running too fast for you to keep up. You stumble and fall, dragged through the snow by him, you will your body to run faster.

The trees blur around you. Loud bellowing howls resound behind you. Jungkook’s fingers stay tight around yours. Your legs burn, adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins.

You concentrate on your feet, and the thudding pace of the beasts behind you through the snow.

You concentrate on your breathing, and Jungkook’s grunts as he runs.

You concentrate on your heart beat, thumping so quickly you can feel it in your ear drums.

Everything hurts, everything is cold, but Jungkook doesn’t stop running, and you don’t either.

When you make it to your cabin, Jungkook abruptly stops.

On the steps, sits that man with the fur coat.

Jungkook covers your body with his own, out of his view. Then the beasts snarl behind you, and Jungkook spins you around, trying to keep the monsters from advancing as they begin to circle around you.

You hold onto his shoulders, heaving in air, exhausted, wishing to disappear.

When the situation begins to feel hopeless, the man in the fur coat starts clapping.

“I’m impressed, you almost made it.” He has a kind voice and dark threatening eyes, a terrifying aura despite his friendly appearance.

“She has nothing to do with this!” Jungkook yells at the man. The monsters growl around you, biting the air.

“Well now, that’s not what it looked like,” he smirks, head turning. He stands up, walking closer.

Jungkook shields you from the man. You press your body closer to his as the beasts advance.

“Please.” It was the first time you heard Jungkook’s voice waiver.

“Protecting one of them, what have you become?”

One of the beasts lunges at you. Jungkook turns around, pulling you away.

The beasts attack him, and the man grabs you.

“No!”

You scream, shrieking as Jungkook’s body is buried between a mass of fur.

The man drags you away, laughing. You scream again. His grip tightens painfully, his towering body felt like it was swelling, growing impossibly stronger around you.

“JUNGKOOK!”

You scream and scream. Then pain erupts all over your body, starting at your shoulder, where fangs pierce skin and muscle.

You feel weak and helpless, unable to stop his feeding, unable to endure the pain. You scream as your vision blurs. Tears fall, your blood seeps from the wounds as you feel teeth tear through your skin.

You see red.

Then you see white.

And there’s no more pain.

---

You felt nothing.

And then you feel unimaginable agony.

You’re in water. Are you drowning? Actually, It felt like you were being burned alive.

You thrash under the stream of the showerhead. Jungkook holds your body down in the bathtub. Red water sloshes over the tub’s edge.

“It’s too hot!” you scream.

“I have to wash the blood off!”

He’s covered in it too. His entire face red, hair slicked with blood.

You feel like you’re burning up. You can’t stop screaming.

Then you fall back under. Under the water? You don’t know, you can’t make sense of your surroundings, or why your skin feels like it's crawling. What is happening to you?

You wake up in your bed.

Jungkook sleeps quietly next to you, limbs wrapped around you, head against your chest. Your throat is dry and itchy and your body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. Your eyes scan the room, it’s so bright, even with the curtains drawn. You look down and see bandages, brown with dried blood across your shoulder, and Jungkook’s fluffy hair covering your other shoulder.

You grunt, still too tired to speak. Jungkook shifts against you, picking up his head, he looks at you with wide eyes. “You’re alive.”

“Mhm,” you grunt and let sleep pull you under again.

When you wake again, you feel snow against your tongue. You grunt in protest. “You need water,” Jungkook says softly.

“W-What happened?”

“Rest.”

So you rest.

You wake up, you finally have energy to move. Jungkook lets go of you as you struggle to sit, his body had been pressed to your side still.

“What h-happened to us?” There’s still a dull ache in your shoulder and you can barely speak.

“You didn’t die.”

Well that’s obvious, isn’t it? “How did we - that man, he bit me,” you shudder. Jungkook nods.

You rest your head in your hands. “My head is pounding,” you groan.

“You should be okay, you never died.”

His tone has you weary. “I-I don’t understand. What happened, I deserve to know. That m-man, he was - how?”

“I’m scared,” Jungkook mumbles, “to tell you.”

“Scared of what?”

Jungkook lays his head in your lap. “You’ll think I’m a monster.”

You laugh, wincing when your shoulders move. After everything, it’s clear being around Jungkook is dangerous. But you don’t feel like you’re in danger, not now, with him cradled in your lap, vulnerable and afraid.

Maybe you are more broken than you thought, maybe your heart bled out and you stopped caring about what was right for you. When you thought you knew how your life would end up, you were thrown into your own personal nightmare long before Jungkook ever showed up.

The days leading up to this trip, you wanted to die. You could barely go through the motions of living. And then you found Jungkook, and the will to live shot through your veins.

When you found him alone, dying in the snow, you vowed not to abandon him, and you aren’t leaving now. Leaving Jungkook now felt like betrayal, you felt it in every cell of your body, especially in your heart. If he is a monster like he says, then well, a monster treated you better than the man you thought you loved.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook. S-Show me the truth.”

Jungkook nods. He presses his lips on yours, inhaling you one last time.

He turns his back to you, lifting his shirt above his head. You see the fresh scars across his back, deep red lines cutting into his large muscles. He rolls his shoulders. And then-

Like a flash, fur appears and grows, and the largest wolf you’ve ever seen sits in the middle of your room, thick brown fur cascading all over his body, his large perked up ears almost touching the ceiling.

The monstrous animal stands up on four legs and turns his body, knocking into the furniture.

You look into his red eyes amazed. They’re large and round and not like the sinister eyes you saw in the forest. “Jungkook?”

You sit on the edge of the bed, reaching your hand towards him. He lowers his large head, placing it under your palm.

When your fingers tangle into his fur playfully the beast before you lets out a high pitched whimper. His trembling whines fill the quiet room.

“Don’t do that, you’ll make me cry,” but your eyes are already full of tears, they way this massive beast acts so hesitant, so scared, crying and afraid you would reject him.

He’s enormous, filling up the room, eclipsing the beasts you saw previously in size. His fur is lighter and longer too, deep chestnut brown like Jungkook’s human eyes.

He lies his large head in your lap, curling into a ball on the floor as you run your hands through his unruly fur. “I think I might find you cuter like this,” you tease. “And I don’t have to listen to you yell all the time. Why didn’t you change sooner?” A large growl erupts from his throat. You laugh, “I don’t think you’ll fit through the door this way.”

---

“Happy New Year!”

Jungkook jumps, when you open the cracker, releasing confetti all over him. “Is this another, um, tradition?” He asks, inspecting the colored paper clinging to his clothes.

You nod excitedly.

“There’s also another, um, popular tradition, that you’re supposed to do at midnight.”

Jungkook tilts his head, waiting. He looks healthier now. His scars are healed. You cut his hair, but it still lays messily across his forehead. Your wounds are healing nicely too.

You were surprised at first, when Jungkook changed your bandages, you had seen the mangled skin, deep wounds almost reaching bone, you thought you wouldn’t be able to use your arm ever again.

But with every bandage removed and replaced, miraculously your skin had healed over, scar tissue now barely visible, healing quicker than any previous cut.

Neither of you have left the cabin, the snow had inched higher, and every once in a while, there would be deep howls outside, but you and Jungkook stayed inside and healed, learning more about each other with each passing day.

Jungkook doesn’t remember how he became a beast.

But he remembers when he first became human.

It was in spring, when he reached twenty years of age. One morning he woke up without fur, terrified of his new weakened body. He wandered his forest, lost and confused. He never had a family, he never had anyone who taught him what he was. By chance he found others like him.

That was nearly eighty years ago.

You tried to learn more, but Jungkook didn’t like talking about it, instead he asked you questions about the city you lived in. His kind avoided the cities, he said.

“Oh, nevermind.”

“What is it?”

“It’s silly, at midnight you’re supposed to kiss someone you lo-”

Jungkook silences you with a kiss, holding your head in his hands.

He had glued himself to your side when he thought you were going to die, becoming more affectionate with each passing day.

You smile against his mouth, parting your lips when he eagerly deepens the kiss. His tongue licked into your mouth and trailed down your neck, tasting and smelling your skin.

You grew used to him sniffing you. Your hair, your newly showered skin, he’d smell you randomly, it was cute and sometimes funny.

But times like now, it felt sensual the way he ran his nose across your throat. The way his tongue followed had you shuddering in his embrace.

Jungkook groaned, “You can’t do that.”

“W-What?”

“It’s so hard to control myself when you do that,” he mumbles, pressing his mouth to your throat, letting his teeth graze. Shivers spread throughout your body, trailing down towards your core.

“You always smell so good.” He groans.

The shift in your mood, the lust entering your body and exiting between your legs has him on the edge. He licks more of your neck trying to find relief from the hunger.

You felt your own restraint slipping away with each deep moan escaping Jungkook’s lips.

“Jungkook, it’s late, let’s go to bed.”

---

The moonlight was so bright tonight your bedroom filled with a soft glow.

At nighttime Jungkook usually shifted into his other form, but not tonight.

He lifted his shirt off as you settled into bed. You couldn’t help but stare at the contours of his body, muscles prominent as he flexed.

Jungkook smirks. “I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“Do what?” You press your legs together without thinking.

Jungkook places his knee on the end of the bed by your feet, crouching down he cages your body in with his arms. You stare down his chest, his pecks jumping when he crawls over you. “You’re aroused,” he places a knee down between your legs. “I can smell you,” he moans.

He lies his body down, arms placed on your sides he drags your shirt up higher, kissing your exposed skin.

“You can smell that?” You ask, face hot with embarrassment. Jungkook nods, chuckling against your skin.

“Every time.”

Oh.

His fingers curl under the fabric of your pants, underneath the seam of you panties, dragging both down your legs, leaving you completely bare.

He brazenly presses his nose into your center, just smelling, inhaling lewdly.

“J-Jungkook!” Your entire body jumps when he presses the tip of his nose into your hood as he breathes in. Your back arches, unintentionally pressing into him more, making you quiver from the intensity you felt.

Jungkook was only breathing against you, letting your scent grow. With minimal effort he had you dripping with arousal, listening to his obscene moaning by just being close to your core.

You tried to silence your own moans, too shy to ask for more, losing your mind slowly as he teasingly blows against your heat.

His fingers run along your slit, covering his digits with your wetness. He relishes your taste like sweet nectar on his tongue, licking his fingers clean. You feel dizzy watching him between your legs.

“P-Please...M-More...”

He removes himself from your cunt, moving up your body, he kisses you heatedly, pulling your lips between his teeth.

“You want more? Want me to claim you?”

You nod, lost to pleasure.

“I wanted you since that day. I was scared to lose control.” He nips at the skin of your thigh.

“Please please.”

“I like when you whimper,” he groans, “I like when you beg.”

You reach between your bodies, itching to feel more of him. Pulling him out, you wrap your fingers around his thickness. It's so hard and big. You grip him tightly, moaning into his mouth.

“I want all of you, Jungkook, please.”

“Mmm not yet.” He was still worried, holding back, enjoying the sound of your soft whines when you cried his name.

Ripping the fabric of your top, he runs his nose up between your breasts, moving his lips over your nipples and sucking harshly. You twist your body to meet him closer, unable to stop the whimpers escaping as your fingers pull at his hair. His tight jaw flexing as he sucks relentlessly, sending you closer to heaven.

You can't take anymore teasing, you grab his face between your hands, pulling his mouth to meet yours. You kiss him passionately, lips pressed firm against his, opening your mouth so his tongue can press deep inside.

You buck into his hardness, letting his member slide against your wet folds. Your exploding lust throws Jungkook over this edge, his instincts taking over his body, he flips you over abruptly.

"Yes y-yes!" You let your jaw relax, opening in a silent cry as he presses his thick cock into your core, letting the wetness glide over his length until he fills you completely. He growls, pressing your back down, losing his words to his own lust and animalistic need.

"F-fuck!" you moan as he sets a brutal pace, thrusting in and out so deep and hard your vision whitens and pleasure overtakes every other sense, all your hear feel and smell is Jungkook.

So much power behind his thrusts, you feel tied to his body, moving when and where he wants. He growls out a possessive "Mine," stretching you open, molding you over the length of his cock.

The pressure in your stomach keeps building, heat blooming, until you're shaking under his electric energy. He thrusts in hard, arms tight around your hips, you feel him swell inside you, growing larger and larger.

You gasp as he growls with his release. His hot cum fills you in bursts, his cock pulsing inside you has you twitching with so much pressure you feel dizzy.

You run your fingers along your clit, aching for release. Jungkook's fingers trail yours, pressing down harder into you as your whimper in pleasurable pain.

Jungkook growls deep in your ear as your walls clench around his cock. He ruts into you roughly, thumb moving against your sensitive hood, his member still hard and thick against your tightening walls.

You scream in ecstasy with his cum and hard cock filled inside you, you shake finally releasing around him, shuddering and gasping for breath. His dick stays solid inside you as he holds you in his embrace, plugging his cum and your juices inside. "Stay still," he mumbles, voice back, nuzzling against your throat, "It's going to hurt if I remove it now."

You gasp, twitching against him. "W-What's happening?"

Jungkook kisses your shoulder, softly rolling his hips, you can feel your walls stretched tight around his swollen cock. "I'm g-going to cum again."

Jungkook pulls you closer, rolling on his back. his dick pulling your body down. His hand holds your neck to his shoulder, bending you backward over his solid frame.

"J-Jungkook!"

He groans low in your ear, "I love it when you beg. I love it."

His thumb returns to your clit. You shake in oversensitivity as he rolls his hips again.

"Again," he growls, "Let me feel you lose control again."

You whimper as he thrusts up sharply, shifting his throbbing cock inside you. He circles his thumb around your clit until you cry out, spiraling into a shaking orgasm, you scream out his name.

His nips your earlobe as you fall back into your body. "Again."

---

“The ranger is supposed to come tomorrow. What should we do?” You whisper into Jungkook's hair once awake.

“I’m going with you. I’ll protect you no matter what.”

The next morning comes, and earlier than expected there’s a knock at your door. Jungkook had just entered the shower, and you weren’t finished packing.

You open the door ready to offer your apologies.

But when the ranger turns around, you see tanned skin. That man wears the ranger’s coat and hat, pulling the brim up higher to cast his dark eyes on you.

“Not going to welcome me inside?”

“W-Where’s the ranger?”

He ignores your question. “Well, look at you. He was able to save you after all and make you his little pet.”

“What did you do to the ranger?!”

“The ranger,” he sighs, “won’t be able to help you, or anyone, hmm..” he holds his finger to his chin in thought, “ever again,” he sings.

You turn to slam the door but his hands stops you, fingers curling into the wood, it dents beneath his pads.

“I want to talk to my brother.”

'Brother? No-' “The same brother you tried to murder?”

“I was only teaching him a little lesson. Creatures like you wouldn’t understand. So hurry and retrieve your master, hmm?”

“No.”

He laughs. “How brave! Step outside then, let’s test your courage.”

“What do you want from us? Why can't you just let him be?!”

“I'll consider letting him be once I have what's mine. The little old witch can protect this cabin but not you, Sweet.”

“I'm-n-not y-yours.”

“But what’s his is mine.”

You shudder, looking over your shoulder. You see the taped axe lying against the wall, close enough to reach your arm over. "Will you promise to leave him alone?" you whisper.

The man cocks his head to the side. "So loyal," he smirks. "I swear, cross my heart."

Before you can continue, a low growl begins. Deep and rumbling, the growl becomes louder and louder. You feel fur tickle your face, Jungkook's large animal body presses to your back, his massive head beside yours, eyes narrowed onto the man, barring his teeth and snarling wickedly.

The man glares, clenching his jaw, silent words spoken between each beast.

The man looks at you. "Last chance, Sweet, before I show no mercy. You'll beg me for death."

You wrap your arms around Jungkook's large neck, burying your face into the fur of his nape as he growls louder, mouth open and teeth bared and ready.

The man before you transforms in an instant. The old wood cabin creaks with the weight of both beasts. The beast roars in front of you, before howling, wailing so loud your ears hurt. Then with one last glare, the beast runs into the woods.

---

Jungkook paces the living room. You watched him wearily, engulfed in darkness. There was a snowstorm outside, eclipsing the sun’s light and casting everything into the shadows of the night.

The wood creaked as snow pelted the cabin.

“This will end tonight. I’ll find them, take them by surprise.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Kill them.”

You wrapped your arms around his lean torso, burying your head into his spine.

“I'm scared.”

“I won’t lose. I finally have something worth fighting for.” He smiles, he looks so warm now, so different from the man you met on Christmas Eve.

"You have to come back to me," you whisper, unwilling to let him go. "I lo-"

He kisses you softly. "I'm not worthy yet. You saved me, let me save you."

You stayed by the window, watching the snowy white scene, snowflakes rained down like spears. You felt your sanity slipping with each passing minute alone.

Your last bit of reason drained away as a crash boomed against the side of the cabin, shaking the walls.

You heard howls in the night.

Growls that sounded like thunder.

You ran to each window, wishing to find answers to your prayers, but you couldn’t see through the snow storm. What if it was Jungkook who cried out? What if he was hurt?

You couldn't stand hiding, waiting, about to lose what you loved the most once more.

You can't wait anymore-

“Jungkook!” You scream, thrown by the wind. The snow storm grew stronger.

You ran through the forest alone. You screamed for Jungkook, you screamed for anyone.

You ran for so long your body felt heated even in the cold.

Searching all night, you couldn't see anything except for the full moon.

Then you saw what you feared the most.

Growing larger, becoming clearer, stood the dark beast. Fangs bared, snarling, teeth holding brown fur, dragging Jungkook through the snow.

It broke your already fragile heart.

You screamed in pain, and then you screamed in anger.

The beast threw Jungkook down in the snow. You felt his eyes pierce through you, right through your heart. You felt more pangs, sure you were surrounded.

Rage built inside you slowly and then exploded when Jungkook shifted into his human form, crumpled body laying in the snow, you realized you truly loved him. You realized you were going to lose him, and that sent fire through your veins, hatred branching out like vines growing through the cracks of your heart.

The tips of your fingers burned, like frostbite, but no, it was warmth, that spread through your body, searing your insides.

And suddenly, you found clarity.

In the moonlight you saw that beast for what it was. You weren’t afraid.

No, you felt powerful.

Your teeth sharpened and your nails grew.

You opened your eyes to the blue sky, tall trees, and snow falling over you. You were covered in snow, surprisingly, your body didn’t feel cold. You sit up, the freshly fallen snow dropping off of you like powder. You yelp as Jungkook emerges from the snow next to you, shaking the flakes off his body like a dog, he breathes like he woke up from a nightmare, panting heavily.

“We’re alive?” You can hardly believe it, the last thing you remembered, you were running out the cabin door.

“You don’t remember?”

Remember what? The memories of last night rested over you like a fog.

Like the snowstorm. Your memory felt blanketed in a haze.

“Y/n,” his thumb rubs across your cheek, “Your eyes. They’re red.”

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Oop kind of cliffhanger, kind of not. Cmon, you know they ain’t gonna leave eachother now! If I hadn’t stopped, I would have kept going on forever!! What did you think? Let me know! Writing nonstop like this ain’t easy, but it’s a fun holiday challenge. This was so much fun to write, much more fun than I thought it would be. Also me continuing to test out different writing styles with this series. Was it scary? I tried my best to make it interesting to read! How did you like it??

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petal to the metal ✿ jjk

✿ pairing: jewelry-maker jungkook x florist reader

✿ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, slight bits of crack and angst

✿ summary: every sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. as the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. at least, those were your reasons in the beginning. but, now? now, you returned just for the handsome jewelry-maker whose booth was next to yours. 

✿ word count: 7k

✿ warnings: pg15, slight innuendo, mention of alcohol, noona!reader, mutual pining, memes, vmin as teen prom dates, chaotic 2seok + joon as jk’s bandmates, scheming yoongi as reader’s assistant, sweetheart jungkook tries his best but doesn’t succeed, one (1) make out scene uwu

✿ beta’d by: the gracious phia @meowxyoong​

✿ banner by: the talented queen of banner-making maggie @kimtaehyunq​

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deal

what do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for taehyung’s.

pairing: demon!jk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.

word count: uhm, …19.5k

warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ it’s not really described in-depth since i’m not a doctor and it’s a sensitive topic. she also has the beginning of a panic attack. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, branding skin, wounds by arrow…

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© deal is copyright jeonstudios 2020. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism

It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.

Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.

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JJK || Someway

summary: You go on a non-refundable cruise with your LA realtor ex-boyfriend. Things get interesting.

tags: one bed trope, exes to lovers, mutual pining, stubborn!y/n, vacation, smut, angst, fluff, fem!reader x jungkook

warnings and word count vary per chapter

a/n: hey guys! I've been working on this series for the past few weeks and I decided to put out the first chapter today! I'm graduating highschool in a bit, so I've been kinda scrambling to get requests done. Thank you for your support and your patience!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five (Finalé)

At the End of the Day

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

➢ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➢ genre: high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au, fluff, smut, a little angst

➢ warnings: language, angst, use of edibles, drinking, graphic depictions of smut (fingering, fem. receiving oral, light choking, dom-ish(?) jungkook, protected sex, obscene use of term baby) also i know that in the little mood board i created, the girl is a teeny white girl & i don't want to alienate any of my poc readers at all - i just thought these pics fit the vibe so take them with a grain of salt 😊

➢ word count: 13.3 k

➢ mini playlist: at the end of the day by wallows, satellite, late night talking, carolina by harry styles, no angel by beyonce, ICE (we should do drugs) by labrinth, unusual you by britney spears

posting this in honor of BTS' 9th anniversary. i think i will be sad about their hiatus for the next few days, but i know amazing things are coming for them. bts has saved me more than anyone could imagine - and this story feels like a love letter to jungkook. i hope you all enjoy.

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You’re secretly watching him through your sunglasses, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in your observation. The sun’s rays are hot and you should probably reapply your sunscreen, but you can’t budge in your chair. From this distance, he probably thinks your eyes are still focused on the open book in your lap but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

You’re not exactly sure when Jeon Jungkook became so sexy. It was definitely a slow burn of growth and puberty overtime, still shocked that your best friend of 8 years looked like this now. Muscles covering his body; leaned out and defined just enough. His hair cut immaculately after a few rough stints of trying to grow it long the last two years of college. Multiple piercings in his ears and you can’t even get started on the eyebrow and lip piercing he’s gotten in the last six months. Tattoos—god his fucking tattoos—covering the entirety of his right arm; shoulder to hand. The only thing that remained the same about him was his goofy personality and lame attempts he called jokes. 

When you had first met Jungkook, he was 15 and you were 14, only a few months younger than him. High school orientation is where you met to be exact. Perhaps out of privilege, both of you ended up at the same private high school—nationally ranked for its academics and sports. It’s not hard to guess what you were there for and what he was there. Jungkook was one of the shyest people you had ever met at the time. You’d later find out that he was scouted by the high school’s baseball coaches to join the program. He was skinny like a tree branch, had a black bowl cut, and a nose too big for his face. You don’t know exactly why the two of you ended up becoming best friends but either way, you were grateful that he was in your life. 

It’s just now, your friend just happens to be insanely hot and more confident than ever. Like you’ve said, you’re not sure when this transformation happened or how you were able to ignore it for so long, but goddamn—

You quickly shift your gaze away from Jungkook as he begins to make his way back to your chairs from the water. Your focus goes back to the pages of your book—a contemporary beach romance—very fitting for your vacation to the beach this year. Jungkook makes his appearance as you’re adjusting your sunglasses, setting down his surfboard on the sand with a thump—a hobby he’s picked up in the last couple years. 

You bring a hand up to further block the sun as you smile up at him, “How’s the water?” You ask. 

A playful smirk slowly spreads across his face and you soon regret your words when he leans over you, shaking his head of hair like a dog. 

“Jungkook! Quit it!” You yelp at him when the cold water its your skin, holding your book out to protect its precious pages. He laughs, clearly proud of himself—you having to make a conscious effort to ignore how his abdominals contract with each suck in of his breath. 

“It’s alright, waves are pretty easy today,” he says running a hand through his wet hair to get his bangs out of his face.

“Just be careful out there, please,” you tell him like it’s a warning. 

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he pauses as he takes a long drink of water. “How’s the book?” He asks as he sits down in the chair beside you, throwing on his pair of sunglasses. 

You gulp, almost not even hearing his question. 

“It’s cute,” you say, book marking your page and setting it down on the towel that’s between you two, “Kind of repetitive though.” 

He nods once before looking away from you, outstretched beneath the sun, “All the books you read are the same,” he chuckles, shoving his feet into the sand. 

You narrow your eyes at him even though he can’t see you behind your shades, “I’d beg to differ,” you tell him, “Just because I like romances with happy endings doesn’t mean they’re all the same,” you defend yourself. 

He glances at you, a smile playing on his lips, “Sure.” 

“Fuck you Jeon, when’s the last time you’ve even read a book?” You challenge, “The last textbook you ever had to read in college?” 

He makes a hum in not-so deep thought, “Probably,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes with a laugh escaping your lips. Though Jungkook doesn’t voice it, he likes hearing you laugh. “This reminds me of the first trip we took,” he adds in. 

You hum in agreement, a small smile forming across your face. 

Both of you then lay in silence as you pick up your book again, soaking up the sun and sound of waves crashing a few hundred yards away from you. Silence is never awkward between you two. It hasn’t been for years at this point. You enjoy his company enough that there’s no need to talk to each other constantly. You know everything about him and he knows everything about you—minus the minuscule crush you’ve developed for him overtime. It’s innocent really; Jungkook was your best friend, funny, attractive, and you talk to him nearly everyday. It would be abnormal if you didn’t feel a twinge of something beyond friendship with him occasionally. 

At least, if you tell yourself that enough; you’d hope it would be true. 

As you peak at him again over your sunglasses, he’s closed his eyes in relaxation, and you begin to think about the journey that’s led you to this very moment. 

After you and Jungkook made it through high school, both of you happened to receive scholarships to the same university in the city. You on a nearly full-ride academic scholarship and him on baseball scholarship. Though right before both of you shipped yourselves off to university, you two decided to take an unplanned long, beach weekend trip back to his home in Busan. It took quite a bit of convincing for your parents to ultimately let you go on a trip with just Jungkook alone. Though after Mr. and Mrs. Jeon explained that they had two extra bedrooms in their beach house and you two were ensured you had to check in with whatever you decided to do, your parents caved. You’re not even sure you and Jungkook would call it a vacation now, but at the time, it was so fun. So fun in fact that both of you decided after that trip, you two would continue to take summer trips together after the school year ended. 

Throughout your semesters at university, both of you worked part-time jobs despite your busy schedules to save up for your trips. Jungkook usually worked more hours in the Fall, given his baseball schedule in the Spring was more demanding. Yet you two somehow always made it work. The year after freshman year, the two of you went to Seoraken National Park for five days, hiking and taking multiple dips in the hot springs. After sophomore year, you both decided to save a little more and fly to Tokyo, though staying in the absolute most-dirt cheap hotel you could possibly find. 

It’s after this summer where Jungkook’s life completely fell apart—every time you look at the scar on his knee, a chill is still sent down your spine. You remember the day so vividly—an open scrimmage in the Fall with the rival university in the city. Of course, you went to support Jungkook with your roommate Lisa, excited to see Jungkook officially play as captain—an unheard of accomplishment for a junior on the team. You’ll never forget the scream he yelled out as soon as he slid into the home plate, the opposing catchers cleat getting twisted up under Jungkook’s knee. He rolled onto his side, clutching his leg in agonizing pain as the crowd watched in shock. 

Jungkook had torn his ACL and MCL, as well as multiple smaller ligaments and muscles in the surrounding area of his right knee. In a fucking scrimmage, he would say through anger, frustration, and tears. The injury was career ending and that was the only time you’d ever seen Jungkook cry in your years of friendship. Jungkook had gone from someone who was expecting to be drafted in the first or second round, to someone who had lost their baseball scholarship and a fucked up knee for the rest of his life. Jungkook almost didn’t even finish school after that, though through the pressure of his parents and you, he walked across the graduation stage with you less than two months ago. You were proud him, star baseball player or not, though you know it’s something he still struggles with to this day even if he doesn’t voice it. 

After Jungkook’s knee had healed through physical therapy and other treatments, he ended up working more hours and working with little league teams in the city for extra money. By the end of the Spring semester, both of you had saved up enough money to where it was feasible to pretty much go wherever you wanted. You settled on flying to Europe, doing a two week excursion that was exhausting—but worth every penny you spent. There had been some squabble on that trip between the two of you and a third party, but the last thing you wanted was to think about that. 

Now you’re sat on Jeju Island with him, enjoying every moment you can get with your best friend before your life changes forever. Through countless hours of working, volunteering, and two internships, you had landed a dream job of being an editor in New York City. You weren’t due to move until the Fall, but the prospect of not seeing your friends and family made you extremely sad. It’s also why you’ve realized that whatever feelings you’ve harbored for Jungkook, must be kept secret deep within your body. It wasn’t reasonable to act upon them when you would be leaving—you wouldn’t ruin your friendship and leave Jungkook here in that way. 

“Earth to Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice knocks you out of your long reverie. You hadn’t even read a full page of your book as it’s still on the page you folded in the corner earlier. 

“W-what? Sorry,” you snap out of it, turning to him as you put your sunglasses on your head. 

“I said do you wanna head up soon? Make some dinner? Watch a movie tonight or something?” He asks. Your heart strings pull at the domesticity and you’re nodding before you even speak. 

“Yeah,” your expression is soft, “Though you’re in charge of the cooking tonight. I’ve done it the past two nights,” you warn him. 

He smirks, digging around his beach bag for his t-shirt to pull on, “Fine. Only if I get to pick the movie we watch.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” You pout. After he pulls his shirt on—which you’re thankful for—he reaches over to pinch your thigh in retaliation. You jerk in reaction, “Asshole.” 

He laughs again, both of you beginning to pack up your things. Though you don’t voice it, you love hearing his laugh. 

∞

Jungkook prepares a small array of yummy dishes—tteokbokki, a chicken stir fry, cucumber salad, and of course a side of kimchi. Neither one of you had been to the store since you two arrived to the island on Sunday, so there wasn’t much else to work with now on Friday. You make a mental note to create a new list and go again tomorrow, still having another week of your two week trip. The cottage AirBnB was small but had everything you two needed for the vacation. A kitchen, dining room, living room with a pullout couch (that wasn’t being utilized), a bedroom with a king bed which even had a small balcony that overlooked the beach. You definitely lucked out in terms of booking the AirBnB on the quieter side of the island, having most of the beach to yourselves the last few days. 

“Excuse me?” You’re laughing as you look at Jungkook dumbfounded from his words. 

His mouth turns up in the right corner as he smiles, “You heard me,” he remarks, “We should do drugs.” 

He carries on his task of drying the pan he used for the stir fry, looking at you with a kink in his pierced eyebrow. You narrow your eyes at him, leaning against the counter as you watch him, fighting your own smile. 

“And where are you going to find drugs on this island?” You say pointedly. 

“Sweetheart, you know I have connections,” he retorts back, putting the pan back into his respectful cabinet. If there was another thing that Jungkook did to turn you on; his cleanliness. He was the most organized man you had ever met—unsure if he was actually part of the male species given the track record of your other guy friends. He was cleaner and more organized than you most of the time. 

“You’re ridiculous Jeon,” your roll your eyes, “Can I trust said drugs?” 

His smirk spreads even wider, knowing that he’s got you now. 

“Of course, Yoongi wouldn’t sell me anything sketchy,” he says quickly leaving the kitchen. You have no idea who this Yoongi guy is, but you go along with it. You cross your arms as you lean against the counter, your eyes drifting off to the beautiful sunset over the water. You felt lucky to spend your time like this with Jungkook. He quickly comes back, a plastic bag in hand. 

“What is it?” You ask him curiously. 

“It’s a chocolate chip cookie edible,” he pauses, holding up the bag as he observes it, “Think of it as a two for one; dessert and a high.” 

You let out a laugh through your nose, grabbing the bag from him as you inspect it from the outside. As with any edible, it looks just like a normal cookie. You purse your lips, thinking about it for a moment. You hadn’t got high in awhile—since right before graduation actually. You and your roommates shared a nasty bong, with Lisa ultimately keeping it after you all moved out. You and Jungkook had your fair share of getting high together, whether it be at parties at the baseball house or his apartment on Sundays with his roommate Taehyung. 

You open the bag, sniffing it as Jungkook watches you, clearly amused. You break off a small piece of the cookie, plopping it into your mouth knowing it will take at least an hour for you to start to feel the effects of it. It tastes good, although there’s still that tinge of THC that never goes away fully with baked edibles. 

You walk up to Jungkook, shoving the bag into his chest, “I’m going to shower,” you announce. He nods, biting his lip as you walk away from him, his throat feeling slightly clogged. He watches your frame as you disappear into the bathroom, calling after you quickly. 

“Don’t use all the hot water!” He says from the kitchen, digging in the bag to take out his own piece of the cookie. Maybe this would help him clear his head from you. 

∞

You’re giggling uncontrollably as you scroll through your phone, small cackles coming from you lips occasionally. 

“Y/N stop! Give me that!” Jungkook reaches over, attempting to take your phone away from you, but his own laughter taking control. 

You and Jungkook had decided to forgo the movie, opting to enjoy the balcony attached to the bedroom. It was well past 10 PM now, the sun fully set and a couple small candles and the lamps from the bedroom the only light sources. For whatever reason, both of you had been on a path of looking at old pictures of each other, you hysterically laughing at one of them from high school when both of you decided to go to the school dance together as friends. You were mainly laughing at the way he styled his hair, even then at 16 you thought it was ridiculous. 

“I don’t even know why you still have that picture,” he mutters in defeat on his side of the couch. 

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you push his leg with your foot. He’s sat up, right leg underneath him, head resting on his hand as he looks at you. You’re laying on your back, legs outstretched over his lap. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” You push, “I think I have every known picture of you thanks to your brother.” 

It’s the truth—you had more baby pictures of Jungkook on your phone than you did of yourself. He was just too damn cute and awkward. You and Jungkook’s older brother had a good relationship throughout the years, Junghyun, always making sure to send you gems of your best friend when he found them. They looked similar, though Jungkook pulled more features from his dad, including the big eyes and big nose, whereas Junghyun looked more like their mother. 

“God I can’t stand him,” he groans running a hand through his freshly dried and showered hair. He’s wearing a pair of sweatshorts and a t-shirt, his tattoos disappearing in the darkness. You’re wearing a tank top and sweatpants, feeling much better since your shower, even better since your high has kicked in. 

“This was a good idea,” you completely change the subject, not even really sure of your own words. 

He smiles at you, “I’m full of good ideas Y/N.” 

His smile make your heart thump, unable to keep your mind from going there. Your intrusive thoughts only took over when you were intoxicated. You stare at his lips a little too long before you look at your phone to change the song playing lowly from Jungkook’s bluetooth speaker. 

The thing about being friends with someone of the opposite species for so long—it’s that your friends could barely hold themselves from being shitheads sometimes. It was sophomore year—right before Jungkook’s accident—when you were at one of the many baseball parties you attended throughout college. While you were drunk, you knew that succumbing to truth or dare was your own doing. You should have seen it coming from a mile away when a mutual friend and teammate of Jungkook’s—Park Jimin—dared you to kiss him. If you had been more sober, you probably would have just taken the bitch cup and moved on with your life. Though being drunk and a little too curious after your years of friendship with Jungkook, you turned to him and pressed your lips against his. He—along with the entire group seemed taken aback at your actions—hearing whoops and ooo’s during the kiss.

Neither you nor Jungkook spoke about that after the party. It was almost as if it had never happened. It didn’t bother you too much given you were drunk and being silly. It was a brief kiss, no tongue, but enough to satiate your curiosity. At least at that point in time. Now, your curiosity was getting the best of you in other feats—though you’ve sworn to yourself you wouldn’t ever cross that line. 

“Do you ever think about life in like, ten years?” Jungkook suddenly asks, his gaze off to the distance over the balcony. From the cottage, you could faintly hear waves still crashing. 

“Hm,” you mumble, “I guess? I don’t know…” 

He looks over at you, “I do,” he says simply. 

“What does the Jeon Jungkook think about then?” You press, deciding to sit up some on the couch. You grab a pillow to support your back as you settle against the armrest of the couch. 

“I think about being married, having kids, that sorta thing,” his voice is low, yet serious. Through your hazy gaze, you bite your lip nervously.

“That’s very adult of you,” you try to lighten the mood with a giggle. He doesn’t laugh, only returning a fainted smile. 

“Do you not?” He looks away from you sounding rushed and little nervous, picking at loose skin along his cuticles. 

You suddenly feel a lump form in your throat, pulse uneasy, anxiety rises in your veins. Of course you did. 

“I mean yeah,” you offer weakly, “I guess I’ve just always been more concerned with the present,” you tell him honestly. 

He nods, fully understanding—it’s how he used to think too until his accident. He never truly had to put much thought into his future until that day on the field changed his entire life. His future was set and then suddenly it wasn’t. Now, he worries about his future everyday and where life is going to take him. He thought he was going to play professional ball until his thirties, making enough money that he’d never have to worry about a real job. Turns out, life had other things in store for Jungkook. And with you leaving thousands of miles away; his life really wasn’t panning out how he thought. 

“I like the idea of marriage you know?” He says with a hidden adoration in his tone. You find yourself softly smiling at him. “Like just having that one person for you, sharing a life together, does that sound stupid?” he exhales heavily after his question. 

You quickly shake your head, “Not at all,” you say pulling your legs to sit criss-cross, “We’ll all get there one day.. I feel like our paths are set for us.” 

He shrugs, feeling a little pessimistic, “I don’t know,” he breathes heavily, “I thought everything was going to work out a certain way… but I don’t know anymore,” he sounds defeated and sad. You look at him concerned, though you’re sure he’s just spitting high word vomit. You know a lot about Jungkook, but you’ve never heard him speak of such things—except during his relationship with Park Chaeyoung. 

Chaeyoung was Jungkook’s first serious relationship in the time span you’d known him. They met at the end of sophomore year, but only officially began dating at the beginning of junior year. While Chaeyoung was beautiful and smart enough to make you feel insecure, you weren’t her biggest fan. She kept her distance from you and you don’t know if you could exactly blame her. You were Jungkook’s best friend who happened to be a female. You want to say if you were in her shoes that you wouldn’t care who was Jungkook’s best friend, but you’re not sure could 100% say that. 

You first realized that Chaeyoung wasn’t particularly fond of you when you met Jungkook at the hospital after his accident; waiting to confirm his surgery date and time. Even though Jungkook didn’t want you to go, you were the one that actually ended up leaving to not make Chaeyoung uncomfortable. Throughout the rest of junior year, tension built between you and Chaeyoung, and some distance grew between you and Jungkook. You’re sure that she never knew about the kiss you two had shared the year before; she would have freaked the hell out. 

Jungkook was in love with Chaeyoung though. He fell hard and he fell fast—giving all of his love and extra time to her. You can vividly remember him talking about how he thought she could be the one. He was a hopeless romantic at heart but it’s when Chaeyoung told him he couldn’t go on the Europe trip you two had been planning for months that he finally stood up to her. It didn’t go over well, with her jealously taking over to the point where he broke it off with her a couple weeks before you two departed. 

You thought that the trip was going to be good for him to get his mind off her but when they were consistently communicating behind your back, that’s when arguments throughout the two week trip conspired between you and Jungkook. Finally, with four days left of your trip, he decided to stop contact with her and everything between you two only went up again from there. 

Though right here, right now; you can’t help but think his words are about Chaeyoung. You knew that they were acquaintances this past school year and always cordial when they saw each other. You suddenly feel insecure in the dim light, but you plaster a fake smile on your face to rid your mind of Jungkook and his ex.

“Don’t sound so doom and gloom Jungkookie,” you push yourself up and over to him, trying to make him feel better. You sit on your knees up next to him, pinching his left cheek between your fingers. He giggles but you don’t stop, pinching from his cheek to his chin, to his ear. 

“Y/N I swear to god—“ are his last threatening words that you should have taken seriously because it’s not long until you find yourself being tickled to death by him. 

“Jungkook! Stop!” You laugh, trying to fight yourself away from him, but his grip is too strong as he keeps you in place against the couch. You’re kicking your legs to try to get away from him as he attacks your side with his own chuckles filling up the space. To any outsider listening in, it probably sounds like a fucked up murderer situation.

You don’t even realize what’s happened until you open your eyes fully, Jungkook pinning your wrists down, his body hovering on top of yours. He’s stood with one leg on the ground, his bad knee resting between your legs on the couch. It feels like the world has stopped as you stare into each other’s eyes, your breath hitching in your throat. Jungkook has to make a conscious effort to not stare at your cleavage rising up and down as you breath in and out heavily. 

“I-I might go to bed soon,” you say nervously, breaking eye contact with him to unraveling yourself from his grip. He rises as you do to give you space, wiping his hands on his shorts. 

He nods, “Me too,” is all he says. 

You leave the balcony to go brush your teeth and change into your pajamas. Jungkook stays behind to blow out the candles and turn off his speaker, feeling a heaviness between you two now. As he turns the bed down, his own hands are clammy, his high waring off faster than he would like. Both of you had no issue sharing the king bed when you booked the AirBnB a couple months ago, but now he’s fully regretting that decision. When Jungkook comes back from the kitchen with two glasses of water for you both, he finds you already climbing into bed in your cute matching, purple PJ set. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him as he hands you the glass. You take a sip, feeling cotton mouth arise from the edible. 

He climbs into bed soon after, turning off the lamp on his side of the bed encasing both of you in pure darkness. 

“Goodnight Y/N,” are his last words that evening. 

“Night Jungkook,” you say weakly as you’re facing away from him on your side. While you two have already made invisible boundaries when sharing the bed this past week, you make more of a conscious effort than ever to keep space between you two as you both drift off into sleep. 

∞

It’s been a few days since your edible escapades with Jungkook. Both of you have seemingly moved on from the conversations had, the tension that had built up subsiding over the next few days. Now you two are back again at the beach in your normal routine. Jungkook’s just go out in the water from surfing and you’re laying on your tummy, starting the second book of your vacation. You decided to go with something different for you—a thriller about a writer brought in by another author’s husband to finish her books for her as she lies in a coma. Weird. 

You know Jungkook’s back from the water when you feel water droplets scatter across your back. You look up from your book to find Jungkook sat down on his towel beside you, rubbing his right knee. 

“You okay?” You ask him with concern. His major surgery scar is still less than two years old, therefore it’s still quite white and reflective in the sunlight. 

He glances over to you before nodding, “Yeah I’m good, it’s just kind of stiff from surfing on it so much.” 

You can’t help but feel an extreme amount of sadness when you watch him massage his skin. Your resting your chin on your hand as you study him carefully. From the moment you met Jungkook, baseball was his complete identity. It’s why people came up to him even if he didn’t want the attention. It’s what taught him discipline and hard work ethic. It’s what made him happy. The fact it was taken away from him so quickly terrifies you. You can’t even imagine the internal battles he’s had ever since that fateful day. 

“Swim with me?” He suddenly asks. 

Through the top of your sunglasses you glare at him, a groan leaving your mouth, “Jungkook you know how much I hate swimming in the ocean.” 

He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, “Y/N there aren’t sharks in this part of the ocean,” he laughs. 

You close your book not wanting to lose your place, “You don’t know that!” You retort. 

He laughs again, this time ruffling your hair slightly, “I’ll protect you…” he trails off, a small pout crossing his features, “Plus it’ll make this feel better,” he’s referring to his knee. 

Ugh, he really knew how to convince you. 

You then agree, both getting up at the same time. You adjust your bikini to which Jungkook stares shamelessly. Your skin goes hot and you pretend you don’t see him doing so. You walk side by side to the water, a yelp leaving your lips when you feel how cold it is. 

“Fuck Jungkook! It’s cold!” You whine as he continues his descent deeper. You’ve stopped at where the water hits your ankles, he’s at his knees. 

“C’mon princess,” he whines back and the nickname gives you butterflies, “I’ll drag your ass in here if you don’t move woman!” 

“Ugh,” you spit, “I’m coming,” you slowly walk towards him as he continues to walk deeper until he’s about to his chest, finally letting himself float against the waves after he gets over where they break. 

“Y/N,” he says threateningly as you’ve stopped where the water hits your waist.

“Jungkook,” you respond but suddenly your heart sinks when he dips his body below water, disappearing beneath the surface. Your eyes widen as you look around paranoid. You know exactly what he’s up to. Though you’re expecting it, you have no time to brace yourself when Jungkook has suddenly grabbed your leg, pulling you beneath the water. You’re screaming, bubbles escaping your mouth until you reach the surface. 

Jungkook has broken the water only a few inches from you as he laughs loudly, tipping his head bad. You push water towards his face, anger filling your body. 

“Fuck you Jungkook!” You yell, his continuous laughter pissing you off even more. 

You launch at him in the water, hiking yourself up onto his back as punishment. You wrap your legs around his torso and he adjusts you comfortably. If he was going to protect you, he really was going to protect you. 

“I really hate you sometimes,” you mutter into his ear, his back rumbling against your chest as he chuckles. 

“You love me,” he retorts. 

You really do. 

“See this isn’t too bad,” he then says looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze. 

“We’re sitting ducks Jungkook,” you mumble, eyes looking around the water, still slightly paranoid. There’s a few other people in the water and a couple surfers which makes you feel a little better. 

“It’s okay to get out of your comfort zone you know,” he raises a brow when you climb off his back, deciding to swim close in front of him. Both of you float with only a few inches between you two, water at your chests. 

“Mhm,” you say sarcastically, “That’s what they all say before they’ve gotten their leg bit off,” you move your arms around to keep you wading. Thankfully it didn’t take long to get used to the chilly water. 

He bites his lip as he watches you with an amused expression. You push away the way it makes you feel. 

“You know that’s why I wanted to be your friend right?” 

You furrow your eyebrows, moving to float on your back. Jungkook being the gentlemen he is, he ends up beside you, his arms giving your back some support in the water as you float. 

“What do you mean?” You ask him. 

You can’t see his expression as you’ve closed your eyes, the sun too bright to keep them open. His fingertips graze your skin every few seconds and you swear it feels like electricity running through your spine. 

“You’ve always been the one to get me out of my comfort zone,” he points out like it’s obvious—though you’ve never had an inkling of this. 

You open one eye at him in a squint, his face a lot closer to yours than you expected, “I don’t think so,” you laugh a little awkwardly as you give up on floating, settling back to your normal swimming position with him in front of you. 

“I wouldn’t lie Y/N,” he laughs in return, “You’ve known me for a long time, you know how fucking weird I used to be.” 

“Hey you weren’t weird,” you defend him, “Just a little awkward and going through puberty.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Fucking weird,” he repeats, “I just mean I’ve never had a friend that’s always pushed me to do things I normally wouldn’t do. Hell just the vacations we’ve taken together is just one example,” he pauses, his next words cutting him a little deep, “I feel like you’re the reason I ever had a life outside of baseball.” 

You bite your lip under the water as you don’t break his heavy eye contact. You’d never realize Jungkook thought that highly of you. It makes you feel giddy on the inside, but also a little sad that you were never that confident in your abilities as a friend. If anything, you thought Jungkook brought you out of your shell more. 

“I’m just a small part of your life Jungkook,” is what you settle on. 

They way his face falls doesn’t go unnoticed, “Trust me,” he pauses beginning a swim back to shore for you to follow him, “You’re a pretty big part Y/N.” 

∞

It’s now Friday, which means you and Jungkook only have one and a half days left of your trip. The thought makes you sad, though you know that it’s not like you wouldn’t be seeing Jungkook afterwards. He lives in the same neighborhood as you for chrissakes. But given the loom of your impending move in a couple months, you couldn’t help but feel a finality of your life here coming soon. 

You and Jungkook had gone out a couple times since being here, though neither of you had fully committed to getting too drunk. You had a feeling though that tonight you were ready to full let loose. Jungkook complimented you as soon as you were ready to leave, sending heat through your body. You were wearing a white two piece set—a small bralette type top with a matching mini-skirt that wrapped around your waist nicely. Your strappy heels gave you some height to Jungkook and you’re sure to any other tourist, you two looked like a couple. 

Jungkook looked absolutely ravishing, the familiar lump of the past couple weeks forming when you laid eyes on him. He was dressed in an extravagant short sleeve button that was a yellow and white along with white pants to tie everything in. You almost laughed one, being you’re 99% sure the shirt is Fendi—how the hell did he afford that?—and two, you’re not sure you’d seen him in anything in sweatpants and t-shirts since graduation. Even then, it took you and Taehyung a lot of convincing for Jungkook to wear dress pants under his cap and gown. 

You and Jungkook had ate dinner at a local sushi bar, getting a couple drinks there to pregame your evening. You don’t know how Jungkook ate and drank so much and keep the figure he had. It had to be genetics; there’s no other way. 

It was now a little past 9 and both of you were feeling drunk—a good drunk—a happy drunk. The bar you two were at was partially outside, with a dance floor and good drinks. You and Jungkook are talking to a couple who also happen to be on vacation. 

“Honeymooning is fun for sure,” the woman says, her words a little slurred, “Are you two honeymooning too?” 

Both you and Jungkook begin to stutter, shaking your heads awkwardly, mumbling your words together. 

“We’re not together,” you manage to get out as you lean against the bar for stability. Jungkook’s stood behind you, his chest touching your shoulder as his arm sits behind your frame protectively. 

The new husband’s eyes widen, “Could’ve fooled me,” he says, “Right honey?” 

“I agree Joon,” she eyes you up and down, clearly shameless as she does so. “Let’s go dance baby!” She suddenly exclaims. The couple—Namjoon and Camille—bid their farewells to you and Jungkook, leaving you two alone again at the bar. 

You suddenly feel a little awkward under the strangers gaze, looking up and over at Jungkook. He’s giving them a straight smile before his eyes watch them walk away, an amused expression filling his eyes as he begins to laugh. 

“You want another drink, honey?” He suddenly asks through a joke and you crack a smile, turning around to playfully push him. You catch a whiff of his scent as you stare at him intently, trying to ignore the deep stir of heat in your tummy. His gaze his vibrant as you take his sunglasses tucked from his shirt and place them over your eyes. 

“If you’re paying Jeon,” you smile at him wickedly. 

Jungkook orders both of you tequila shots, both of your faces scrunching up when you bite the lime for some relief. You have chills running down your spine, trying your best to keep the contents down. 

“We’re going to be hurting tomorrow,” you say, sliding the shot glass back towards the bartender. 

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he groans, suddenly reaching out to grab his phone. It’s buzzing in his hand, “It’s Junghyun,” he looks at you, “I’ll be right back?” 

You nod, telling him you’d be right here. You watch as he walks away from you, a deep exhale escaping you. You’re intoxicated again—intrusive thoughts taking over your brain. You reminiscence over the last two weeks with Jungkook here. He makes you so incredibly happy and you’re sure that if you let yourself, you’d fall deeply in love with him—more than you already are. You’ve been through thick and thin together. You can’t let yourself go there though—it couldn’t happen. The friendship you two had between each other was too important to you. You’re not even sure Jungkook could even feel these feelings towards you. For all you know, he was just talking about his shitty ex the other day. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when suddenly a man appears in front of you. A man that’s not Jungkook. He’s leaning his elbows on the bar as he waits for the bartender to take his order. He gives you a glance and you stare shamelessly. He’s quite attractive, that’s for damn sure. 

“You want a drink sweetheart?” He suddenly asks, the pet name not sounding as good as it does coming from your best friend. 

You find your voice over the music, “I’m good, thank you,” you smile at him knowing if you drink anymore, you’d be crossing the line of fun drunk to a miserable blackout. 

He nods respecting what you’ve said, ordering two shots of whiskey for himself. You look around the bar trying to find Jungkook. It’s loud and crowded, but you haven’t been able to spot him in that ridiculous yellow shirt. You wonder what Junghyun needed that’s taking so long. 

“What’s your name?” The strangers asks you as he turns his body to face yours completely. 

You lean towards him some to save your voice, “Y/N,” you tell him. 

A charming smile spreads across his face, “Well miss Y/N, why is a beautiful girl at this bar alone?” 

You’ve dealt with many men of this caliber, so his words don’t creep you out much. Internally you applaud him for using the term beautiful, and not the typical hot or pretty. 

“I’m not alone,” you tell him. He looks around the area you both are, your point not withstanding, “What’s your name?” You change the subject. 

He downs his second shot of whiskey, “Jackson. It’s nice to meet you,” he offers his hand graciously and you shake it in return. 

“Well Jackson,” you pause, feeling that tequila shot getting to you, “Why are you here at this bar alone?” 

He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you, “I’m not alone either,” he retorts. 

You nod slowly, a small smile spreading across your lips. Again, your eyes do another dance around the bar to spot Jungkook to no avail. 

“Do you want to dance with me Miss Y/N?” He suddenly asks taking you completely off guard. You open your mouth then close it, only to open it again to say nothing. You should say no. You know in your heart you should say no. However with no sign of Jungkook and this Jackson guy seeming like a normal guy, you felt no guilt when you take his hand for him to take you to the dance floor. 

The bar has great club and house music playing, making dancing an easy feat. Jackson is a great dancer, finding the rhythm to the songs easily as the DJ switches them rapidly. You find yourself comfortable with him, resting your hands lazily on his shoulders as he guides you through the motions. Maybe you’re too drunk, or you’re just relaxed, but you feel good in this moment. It reminds you of being a college freshman with Lisa, when you two would go to sweaty frat and baseball parties, dancing the night away with water bottles filled with cheap vodka. 

The tide between you and Jackson folds when you turn around, unknowingly pressing your back to his chest. You both are swaying in the changing lights, his arms resting on your waist protectively, his head resting on your left shoulder. You’ve always been a decent dancer too, Jackson finding it impressive as you keep up with each other. When you find a hand gripping at Jackson’s hair pulling him closer to you, it’s when reality hits, time freezing in that very moment. You’ve opened your eyes after sometime, across the bar Jungkook walks in, his eyes finding yours instantaneously. His lips part, a painful expression crossing his features. He watches you only for a moment, his heels turning himself around to leave you be, heart feeling like someone’s crucifying it. 

You suddenly panic, creating immediate space between you and Jackson. You turn around and lean up to his ear. 

“I’m sorry, I really have to go—“ you tell him in a rush. He’s clearly confused but before you can listen to whatever he has to say, your feet pick you up to the path Jungkook must have taken to get out of here. It’s difficult to get through the crowd of people, especially in your heels and drunkenly, but you manage. 

When you go to the outsider area of the bar, you don’t spot him. Shit, you think, where did he go? You start to panic, reaching for your phone out of your purse. You quickly scroll to his name, hitting the call button. You groan with an eye-roll—of course he isn’t going to fucking answer you. 

You’re not completely sure he’s not in the bar anymore, but you chance it, leaving the bar alone. Thankfully the streets are well lit and there are plenty of people around to make you feel safe. You’re typing him a mean text as you walk back towards your cottage, ready to curse him out when you see him. That is, until you actually see him—then your mind goes blank. 

Jungkook’s sat on the curb of a small, local convenient store eating what seems to be an ice cream sandwich. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. 

“Jungkook!” You nearly exclaim, “What the hell are you doing?” You approach him, stumbling slightly in your heels. 

He quickly notices how unstable you are, standing up to steady you, “You okay Y/N?” 

You push him off you, “No the fuck I’m not okay,” you spit at him, “You just left me there?” You’re drunk and frustrated, that’s all you know. 

“Here,” he offers the rest of his ice cream sandwich. You can’t resist him and you take it, eating it in two bites. He watches you carefully before saying, “Sorry, I just thought you were preoccupied.” 

You throw away the paper wrapper, looking at him like he’s crazy. 

“Are you for real Jungkook?” You press, not caring if you’re bringing attention to the two of you as people pass by. He shoves his hands into his pockets, exhaling heavily. 

“You want to go home?” He asks with straight lips. You cross your arms over your chest angrily, what the hell was his problem? 

“Do you want to go home?” You ask him in retaliation. 

He only looks a you a brief moment before nodded slowly. This conversation is seriously sobering you up faster than anything has ever before and nothing productive has even be said. 

He turns around, “C’mon,” he says. 

“What do you mean?” You ask him confused as he’s widened his stance, as if he’s ready for you to plow over him. 

“Hop on Y/N,” he says, “And don’t even try to fight me on this. I know your feet are killing you.” 

He wants to piggy back you home. You stay put, hands playing with each other awkwardly staring at his back. He glances over his shoulder and says your name again. 

“B-but your k-knee Jungkook,” you say hesitantly. You knew Jungkook weight lifted and did enough cardio for him to live until he was 105, but the last thing you wanted was for him to injure himself again, especially because of you.

“It’s fine Y/N, I promise,” he says, “I just want to get you home.” 

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, you try to jump as light as possible to lessen the blow to his body. He catches you gracefully, adjusting your knees in his hands. And home is where you two go. 

∞

After you two walk into the threshold of the cottage—you insisting on walking the last little bit of the way—a parable tension that could be cut with a knife has settled between you two. You tried your best to talk to him on the way back, but his answers were short and uninterested. You only had remnants of your drunkenness left inside you and if anything, you were tightening back up, even angrier than when you left the bar. 

Jungkook’s about to walk into your shared bedroom before you call after him. 

“Wait Jungkook!” You say. He stops in his tracks, turning to look at you. His face is unreadable in the dim lights of the cottage. “What the fuck happened back there?” You ask him as you take off your heels, leaving them by the couch. 

“It’s nothing Y/N,” he brushes you off, turning around to continue his path to the bedroom. Of course you follow him; he expected it. 

“Jungkook, come onnn,” you press, “Are you that pissed that I was dancing with someone else?” You can’t hide your anger and frustration if you tried. This wasn’t fair to you. He had paraded girls throughout college— parading Chaeyoung for a year and a half in front of you—and you never said anything about it no matter how much it bothered you. 

“Y/N it’s fine, can we just,” he pauses as he looks over at you, “Just drop it?” He’s taking off his rings and bracelets, your lip tucked between your teeth. 

You make an unsatisfied noise, stepping closer to him, “No we fucking can’t. What’s your problem Jungkook?” 

He leans on the dresser with both hands, his muscle definition showing through his shirt as he tenses up. His jaw clenches as he closes his eyes in deep reverie. You watch him carefully, knowing you probably should tread lightly given he’s pissed. But you know what? You’re pissed too. He can’t act like that with no explanation—that’s not fair to you. 

“Junghyun called me about you, you know,” are his first words as he looks over to you. 

“M-me?” You stutter, confusion lacing your tone. 

He pushes himself off the dresser, though he keeps distance between you two. He suddenly runs a frustrated grip through his hair, messing it up slightly. 

“You know, since you’re moving halfway across the fucking globe,” he sounds bitter, though deep dejection is mainly what you hear. You moving had been a sensitive topic with him ever since the interview stage happened with you months ago. It hurt you to speak about it with Jungkook the most. The thought of leaving him crushed both of you which is why neither of you had brought it up these past two weeks. 

“He was asking me if I had done it yet,” he laughs sarcastically, “Of fucking course he was.” 

You’re more confused than ever and you say his name in a whisper, but he continues. 

“You know the other day when you said that you were only a small part of my life, that’s when it really hit me,” he pauses, “You really don’t know how much you fucking mean to me Y/N. You’ve been my best friend for so long, been there with me through so much of my bullshit—my accident, losing my scholarship, losing my fucking life—“ he inhales deeply and you suddenly feel dizzy, unsure of where this conversation has turned.

“—And now I’m fucking losing you and I can’t even be honest with you because it doesn’t matter,” his voice breaks off as he looks at his feet. You start to panic, a roller coaster of emotions pulsing through you. 

You step towards him hesitantly, “Jungkook you can always be honest with me,” you grab his forearm, “I’m your best friend for fucksakes—stop with the hysterics and just tell me what’s wrong,” you plead with him. If your words weren’t enough, your eyes were giving a show. 

His bottom lip trembles as he meets your gaze. You have adrenaline running through you as he moves to rest his hands on your waist, gripping the skin tight. 

“I love you Y/N,” he says letting out a deep breath before he can second guess himself. 

“I know,” you tell him, “Jungkook you know I love you too.. you’re scaring me—“

“No Y/N,” he shakes his head, “I’m in love with you—like fucking crazy about you Y/N.” 

His words take your breath away, stumbling slightly as you can’t believe the words he’s saying. He’s what? Jungkook’s in love with you? You part your lips, unable to form sentences, shaking your head stunned 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he looks down, his forehead brushing yours, “But I couldn’t let you move without telling you—I don’t know how long it’s been but it just happened one day and I haven’t stopped since.” 

“Jungkook,” you finally whisper after some silence, your palms finding solace on his broad chest, “I-I don’t know what to say,” you pause looking up through your lashes. You feel like you could cry from the up and down of your emotions. 

You both stare at each other, unsure of who is going to make the next move. You decide that it will be you. 

“B-but when we talked the other night about the future and stuff… I thought you were talking about Chaeyoung,” you admit, feeling a little dumb now that this secret has been spilled. 

Jungkook lets out a laugh, unsure he heard you correctly, “Y/N—what, no, I haven’t spoken to Chaeyoung in months at this point,” he pauses, his strong hands gripping your forearms gently, “I was talking about you.. it’s always been you.”

There’s a silence that falls; a war raging in your head as you go through as many memories as you can with Jungkook. He’s been there for you at any moment you’ve needed him and vice versa. You couldn’t imagine a life without him and right now—you’ve finally decided in allowing yourself to be honest. 

“Y/N I know this is unfair since you’re leaving but—“

“I love you too Jungkook,” you interrupt him to which he responds with a mellow what, “I know that I’m in love with you Jungkook—I have for some time now, I just didn’t want to admit it.. I-I was scared and I didn’t know how to bring it up, fuck I’m sorry—“

You’re suddenly cut off with Jungkook’s lips covering yours. You instantly melt into his lips as your eyes close, your hands finding their way around his neck to pull him down to you. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, rubbing his nose against yours. 

“Is this real?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips; all anxiousness leaving your body at once. You return a small smile, nodding in his delicate hold. 

“Real,” you whisper back, chasing after his lips once again. 

This time when your lips meet his, it’s more aggressive from each side, pouring out all frustration and built up pining over the years into it. His tongue opens your mouth wider and you sigh into him, tangling your fingers into his soft hair. His hands slither down from your waist to over your ass, pressing your hips into his. 

You’d never thought kissing someone could feel this good. Your entire body feels aflame as you both discover each others mouths piece by piece. Jungkook’s walked you backwards against the wall, holding you up against it firmly as you both continue to kiss each other feverishly. You rest your head against the wall as his lips move from yours to your neck, your breathing intensifying as he kisses and nips gently. 

“Jungkook,” you breathe heavily, as he places a kiss on your exposed shoulder, moving the flimsily strap to your top down. You get bolder with your own actions, maneuvering your hands underneath his shirt feeling his muscles tense under your touch. 

His lips find yours again, “I wanted this for so long Y/N,” he mumbles against your skin as you pull him taut to you. “Remember sophomore year? When you kissed me for that dare?” 

“Mhm,” you murmur in response as his hand experimentally trails its way up to cup your left breast, “How could I forget?” You tell him through a slight whine when he squeezes you through the thin material of your top. 

He smirks against your lips, tugging on your bottom lip ever so slightly, “I was so happy when you didn’t drink that bitch cup,” he admits. You can’t help but giggle at his words, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck to hold him close to you, “And this is much better than that.” 

You nip at his mouth again, “I agree,” you pause, your other hand playing with the buttons on his shirt, “Can I take this off?” You ask through your lashes; your voice soft and patient. 

Jungkook emits deep groan from his throat, “Is this okay with you?” He suddenly asks. 

You immediately nod, “Yes, yes, of course,” you begin your slow assault at his shirt buttons, undoing them one at a time. 

He kisses your forehead, “Okay… I just,” he pauses, “I’m just a little nervous,” he admits as he grapples at your waist again, pulling you flush against him. He’s got a growing bulge in his pants, making your squeeze your thighs together. 

“Why are you nervous?” You gaze at him with stars in your eyes, finding everything about him endearing and so lovable. 

He rests his forehead against yours, “I don’t know I’ve just thought about this for forever,” he pauses, “I want you to feel safe.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I always feel safe with you Jungkook,” you tell him reassuringly. You lean forward, placing a kiss on his exposed chest when you finally undo the last button. You waste no time pushing the fabric off his golden skin, tattoos and all on fully display. 

“When did you get so hot?” You pout in between his kisses along your neck and collarbone. He chuckles into your skin, his hands now exploring both of your breasts through the fabric. 

“I’ve been wondering the same with you,” he kisses right between your cleavage, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of your top. 

“Please—“ your breath hitches when the cold air makes your nipples taut as he drags your shirt away, “Have you seen yourself?” You’ve barely finish your sentence until Jungkook’s lips are wrapping around your right nipple, sucking and teething at the sensitive. 

“Have you seen yourself Y/N?” He mumbles into your skin, paying attention to your left nipple now. “My pretty girl,” he breathes out pulling away from you, sending a fire through your veins. He grabs your hands and pulls you towards the bed not too far from the wall. 

You straddle him as you reconnect your lips together, rutting against him as your hips grind down. A shiver of pleasure runs through you, a subtle moan vanishing in his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he says, “Do that again, I like hearing you.” 

You chuckle, kissing near his ear, “Make me,” you challenge. Jungkook bites his lip, the grip on your hips tightening. 

Being as competitive as he is—it’s a challenge he’s willing to accept. 

Jungkook is suddenly flipping you two over, settling between your thighs, tits shaking as you readjust yourself. You spread your legs a little so he can sit comfortably on his knees between you, his bulge more prominent than ever, straining in his white pants. Your mouth literally waters as his hands push up your skirt, exposing your skimpy little lace thong that’s barely covering your cunt at this point. 

“Goddamn,” he gulps at the sight, his eyes flicking to yours quickly as your chest rises up and down in anticipation. You’re already so turned on—so wet just for him. If it was any other guy, you’d probably feel embarrassed but you were telling them truth when you said you felt safe with him. 

His tattooed hand slides down to your inner thigh, a couple of his fingers running over your clothed heat. Your hips cant outwards as he does this a couple times before he decides to ultimately pull your panties off, leaving them strung across the room somewhere. 

You hold his gaze as he spits onto his fingertips, now finding your bare pussy exposed for him in all its glory. He doesn’t waste time in dipping a finger inside you to test the waters. When your mouth falls open, he takes it as a good sign when you start to beg him for more. 

“Jungkook please,” you push out your hips, trying to get the most of one finger though it’s no use. “I need more,” you whine. 

He leans down, placing a kiss to your lips, “I know baby, I know,” you gasp when he adds in another finger, a steady strong of moans escaping you when he begins a gentle rhythm in and out of you. It’s torture the way it feels so so good, yet it’s still leaving you wanting more. 

He gets a hold of your right leg, holding it up slightly so he can penetrate deeper inside with his fingers, his thumb rubbing up against the hood of your clit. 

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he says to which you obey, holding onto the side of your leg just as he was, “Good girl,” he praises you, which creates even more slick arousal. 

From here, he takes one of his hands to pull your clitoral hood open, using his other to circle your bud and enter your pussy in alternating motions. 

“Ah, shit—“ your hips jerk against him when you begin to feel yourself start to climb that hill to an orgasm. Your continuously moaning was sending him mad and your glistening cunt was a full invitation for him. 

He shifts his weight, his lips meeting your center to which your back arches off the mattress, a strained whine from you as he flicks his tongue over your clit. It’s obscene the way he gives you head—it’s hot and messy, little to no friction as he goes from focus on your hole with both his fingers and mouth, to sucking heavily on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping on the sheets underneath you, the wetness making Jungkook involuntarily push his cock into the mattress. 

“Jungkook—I’m gonna come,” you manage through your tight breaths. 

“Yeah baby?” He muses against you, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave through your already swollen clit. You nod desperately into the bed, holding his head down with your left hand as your hips chase to meet his movements. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” chants fall from your lips when you feel yourself tip over the edge, falling heavily into an orgasm that overtakes your entire body. You don’t even care if you’re loud as you moan and rile beneath him, your pussy clenching around his fingers before he pulls them out to watch your cunt clench around nothing. 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he marvels as you come down from your high, your body clearly relaxed now as you find time to catch your breath. You lean up on your elbows as he meets you halfway to kiss you again. He tastes like you as he tongues the inside of your mouth carefully. 

You scoot your body down some, hands finding the front of his pants. You can tell he’s big just by running your hand over his cock through the clothes. He inhales a sharp intake of breath when you squeeze him a little. You break your kiss to focus on getting him out of the fabric, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants quickly. You take notice of his white Calvin Kleins as he helps you push them down past his ankles. 

In a rush, you tug down the front of his boxers—breath hitching in the back of your throat. He was big—the biggest you’ve ever seen—thick and long between his muscular set of thighs. 

You whine when you take him in, never experiencing a want for someone so badly in your entire life. 

“Can I please suck it?” You whisper, your words sounding like sweet saccharine to his ears. As tempting as that sounds for him, he wasn’t sure how long he would last with you, and he needed to be inside of your pussy when he came.

“Not right now baby,” he says firm in his tone, “I want to be inside you so bad,” he sounds just as desperate as you feel. 

You nod quickly as you begin to take your skirt off since it’s still the last piece of clothing on you. Jungkook’s hands stop you quickly.

“No, no,” he chuckles, “Gonna fuck you in this pretty skirt,” he places a zealous kiss on your lips one more time before he suddenly gets up hurrying over to one of his duffle bags. He returns quickly and you watch carefully as you notice him tearing open a condom packet, his abs visible each time he breathes. 

“You brought condoms?” You ask him curiously. 

He smirks as he begins to roll it down over his fully hardened cock, “I’ve been bringing them with us everywhere since we went to Europe,” he explains as he instructs you to scoot back some. The thought makes you feel bubbly on the inside, laughing at him some. 

“So you’ve just assumed that we’re gonna fuck one day then?” You ask him as he settles between you, rubbing his tip against your folds. 

He closes his eyes briefly, before smirking again, “Never assumed, just hoped,” he lines himself up with your entrance, having to fight not to just slam right into you, “I’ll start slow okay?” 

You nod as you grip behind his neck and shoulder with each hand. Once Jungkook begins to push into you, you literally forget how to breathe. Jungkook groans as he bites his lip in full concentration, pushing a little farther. 

“It’s okay, breathe baby,” he encourages, “I know you can take it. My baby can take it, right?” 

He knows very well you can—he just wants to hear you say it in your voice that’s laced in honey and arousal for him. 

You nod faster that you ever had, “God, yes Jungkook I can, yes I can,” you finally find your oxygen as he pushes in slowly to the hilt. Your jaw was slack as his forehead rests against your own, a burning between your legs but pleasurable enough that you begin to involuntarily clench around him. 

“Shit baby, don’t do that,” he warns, “This tight little pussy is all mine, right?” 

“Of course Jungkook—“ he pulls back, then pushing back in, your hips canting upward to help him fulfill every inch inside you. “Oh my god—“ you whimper as he slowly begins to find his pace. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. 

“Yes, fuck yes, Jungkook just please don’t stop,” you beg, “Go faster, please.” 

One of his hands grip your right hip, the other fisting the sheets by your head as he does as he’s told, picking his pace up slowly but surely as the seconds pass. Its blissful heaven having him fill you up so good. You’d never thought you’d be in this position with Jungkook, but as time passes you wish that you two had got around to it a lot sooner. 

With each snap of his hips, your body moves upwards given force. A mantra of noises come from you as you watch his brows furrow from above you, strained groans and breathes escaping his lips. You could feel the simmering of another orgasm approaching you as his perfect stroke hits your g-spot. You grab at his face to steady him; his pace thrown off a bit when you lean up to kiss his lips gently. 

“Let me get on top,” you whisper to him. He tugs on your lip, unsure if he wants to give up control but with you, he’d relinquish any day. He pulls out, leaving you hallow with you quickly pushing him off of you and down to the mattress. His back is rested against the pillows and headboard to which you grab with one hand, using your another hand to line yourself back up with him. 

After you sink down, your arousal making it easy this time—you begin to find a pace against him that’s calculated to hit your insides in all the right areas. Jungkook grips your hips, pushing your skirt up slightly as he marvels up at you, drunk in a haze of you and you only. With uneven breaths, you can tell you’re on the verge of coming again, so he licks his thumb before he places it on your clit. Each touch of your hips presses firmly against his finger, explicative falling from your lips in a rush. 

“God—Jungkook, I-I can’t,” you choke out, squeezing around him tightly as he begins to push his own hips up to meet yours. 

One of his hands makes it way to your throat, pulling your forehead down to his as he takes the oxygen away from you. It’s too much—it’s all too much. 

“Yes baby, you can,” he encourages, “My pretty girl, come with me,” he adds after he begins to hold you in place some, shoving his hips up in a brutal pace to chase his own climax. 

It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, hit tipping backwards as you let out a half-scream of his name, jumbled together with high pitched moans. It goes on longer than your last one, convulsing around his cock as you lean forward in a daze. 

Jungkook’s close—his lip tucked into his teeth, brows deeply furrowed as he continues his pace up inside you. With a bated breath, he announces he’s going to come and you encourage him just as he did you. He spills into the condom with a whiney groan in submission to you, his movements coming to end an end shortly after he rides his climax out. 

He’s got his arms wrapped around your torso and you cradle him to your chest as you both try to catch your breaths. He lifts your hips slightly to let himself fall out of you, though he keeps you close to him after, looking up at you through a lazy smile. 

You return one to him, meeting your lips to his. The kiss is gentle and love worthy as your heart swells so much it feels like it could burst for the man beneath you. 

You pull away from him, “Can I take this skirt off now?” 

He chuckles before nodding, placing a kiss on your shoulder before you move off of him to discard the final article of clothing on your frame. You climb back into bed after you throw on a slinky tank top and use the bathroom—a UTI was not going to plague you. Jungkook pulls on a pair of briefs, opening his arms up to you once he climbs back in. You cuddle up right next to him, an arm slung around his bare chest, leg over his as he pulls you closer with one arm. The two you mindlessly talk about nothing before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. The last thing you recall is Jungkook placing a kiss on your head, telling you that he loves you again, leaving little to no space between each other this time on the bed. 

∞

The bright sun is what wakes you up the next morning, a strained mumble coming from you as you stretch out on the bed. You’re halfway on your back, halfway on your side when you open your eyes. You rub them with your knuckles to clear them of any matter. When the room fully focuses, you freeze in your position, stomach dropping a little bit. Your head hurts from the alcohol but it wasn’t enough alcohol to make you forget what happened. 

You and Jungkook had had sex and professed pining love to each other. 

You quickly turn over to find yourself alone in the bed, your anxiety and cortisol levels skyrocketing. You also take notice that Jungkook’s not out on the balcony that connects to the room. You sit up a little too quickly for your headache, taking a moment to steady yourself. 

You grab your phone off the nightstand, checking the time and any messages you have. There’s only a few that you decide you’ll answer later. Nothing from Jungkook. 

You push the sheets and duvet off your frame, hurrying over to your suitcase to pull on a pair of shorts. You quickly make your way out of the bedroom, finding the living and kitchen space empty. Maybe he was in the bathroom? 

“Jungkook?” You call out. No answer. 

You suddenly feel like you’re going to get sick. Insecurity and all other horrifying thoughts cross your brain. Did he leave you here? Did he get scared and go home? Did he really fuck you only to leave you? 

You feel like you could cry as you lean onto the couch for support. You hold back your tears, breathing heavily in and out to keep yourself calm. 

Where the fuck—

The door to the cottage is suddenly unlocked, pushing open to reveal your best friend in all his glory. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, carrying a brown bag in one hand, balancing two coffees on his arm. 

“Oh, good morning!” He flashes his million dollar smile at you as he sets down all of his belongings on the kitchen island. 

You stand there with a pout, not saying anything to him. He looks at you slightly confused, walking over to see what’s wrong. 

“Are you okay?” He asks with concern, grabbing gently behind your elbows. 

You push at his chest with flat palms, “I thought you left me,” you whine. A smile cracks open as he laughs some. 

“Why would I have left you?” He questions you, “I just went and got us some breakfast while you were still sleeping,” he explains. 

“Well I can see that now,” you push back, “I just thought.. maybe you got scared and left,” you trail off, looking away from him now that you feel a little dumb for jumping to such horrible conclusions. 

Jungkook pulls you in for a hug to which you return it like a kid grabbing onto their teddy bear tightly. 

“I would never do that Y/N,” he says placing a kiss to your head, squeezing you playfully as he sways you dramatically, “I’m kind of offended that you think I would,” he then says with a pinch to your ass cheek. 

“Ow!” You push yourself off of him with a laugh, “Sorry, it’s just,” you chew on your lip when you meet his gaze, “I don’t really know how to go about this whole friends to lovers thing.” 

He pulls you to the kitchen so you two can begin to eat your breakfast. The coffee is great; just what you needed to cure your headache. 

“It’s simple,” he says as he sits down beside you after he’s placed your breakfast sandwiches out. 

“Is it really?” You push through a mouthful of food—gross you know, but Jungkook was the last person to care. 

He quirks that pierced eyebrow at you that just drives you absolutely mad, “Hell yeah. We’re still best friends we’re just gonna have lots of sex now.” 

You look at him stunned before you both are laughing hysterically together. Maybe he is right. Simple. As the two of you eat your breakfast, you can’t help but feel so very happy but also so very sad. The two of you have created a bubble of paradise and it’s going to burst as soon as you get back on the plane to head back home. 

“Jungkook,” you say, turning the conversation serious after you both have finished your meals. He responds with a hm? “I’m still moving after the summer,” you bring it up hesitantly given how touchy it is; but there was no escaping and hiding from the truth. You were leaving; Jungkook was staying here. 

He tenses up in his seat, pursing his lips as he glances over at you, “That’s another reason Junghyun called me last night,” he begins. You look at him confused, asking what he means, “I’ve been thinking about telling you about my feelings for so long Y/N, and I clearly have shit timing,” he laughs ironically, “But Junghyun has known for awhile now—I think before I even knew it but um,” he pauses, “He made me promise to him that by the end of this trip that I would tell you, so he was on my ass about it last night.” 

You smile at him sweetly, resting your hand over his, “Well now you can tell him you kept that promise,” you offer. 

His gaze doesn’t quite meet yours, “Yeah, but that’s not all,” he pauses as you listen to him, “I’ve been applying to jobs in New York,” he admits. 

Your lips part as your eyes widen, “What?” You’re nearly breathless as you ask the question—feeling like Jungkook took a baseball bat to your chest. “Why would you do that?” You press. 

He swallows heavily, “I just, I knew whenever you said you were going there that I just couldn’t not try with you,” he pauses, his gaze looking almost apologetic, “I didn’t want to be four thousand miles away from you so I panicked and started applying for jobs there,” he explains, “I don’t want you to be mad, and I’ve already talked to my family about it and they’re all okay with it,” he says in a rush, “I just didn’t want you to be alone there, whether I confessed my feelings to you or not.” 

He’s chewing on his lip and you can tell he’s nervous. You turn over his palm so you can intertwine your fingers together, giving him a soft gaze. 

“While this has completely caught me off guard,” you say honestly, “I would never be mad at you over this,” you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Did you really apply to jobs there because of me?” 

He nods a few times before he hangs his head low. You take your other hand and push his shorter fringe away from his face. While you’re positive many more details have to be worked out, that fact Jungkook made this decision makes you feel an amount of butterflies and love you’ve never experienced before. 

“And you’d for sure want to be in New York?” 

He looks up at you with those big doe-eyes that haven’t changed from the day you met him, “I’d go wherever you were Y/N. It could be the worst fucking place in world and I’d go there with you.” 

You lean over, pressing your lips to his gently. 

“I love you.” 

He smiles in return, “I love you more.” 

You pout some, “That’s not fair—no one is allowed to ‘love more’.” 

He kisses you again gently as he pulls you from the bar stool to stand between his legs. His hands squeeze your ass playfully as you try to pull away. 

“Well I can be the exception,” he leans into you, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You roll your eyes, a short laugh escaping your lips.

“You know what this means?” You ask inquisitively. 

“What?” 

“Lots of sex to be had,” you emphasis, “And even more of blowjobs.” 

His eyes widen, his jaw slightly clenching and you swear he whines as he looks up at you, pressing your front to his crotch, “Can we start that sooner than later?” 

You give him your answer through another kiss and moving your hands at the waistband of his pants. God, you think as you take in the already domesticated environment you two have made together, you could really get used to this. Jeon Jungkook was your best friend and at the end of the day—all you two needed was each other and somewhere to go.

summer nights and morning dew | jjk

“Look, I don’t care. You can’t trust people, and we need to protect what’s ours, okay? So do us all a favor and take off those rose-colored glasses.”

Hoseok huffs, standing from the log and staring into the now smoldering fire. “You’re one to talk,” he mutters. “As if we don’t know where you go every night.”

Jeongguk blinks in surprise. “Wh—what?”

But Hoseok is already on his way to his cabin for the night, and whatever he mumbles, it’s unintelligible.

pairing: alpha werewolf!jk x f knitter!reader

genre: FLUFF, a grain of angst, sorta oldentimes cottagecore au lol

word count: 11k

warnings: like 1 use of ‘fuck’ but there’s also some nudity because werewolves shifting, otherwise, this is incredibly sweet

rating: like… PG

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author’s note: so… this is honestly one of my favorite fics i’ve written in a long while 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and i really hope you guys like it too <3<3

August 

“No, look, we need to constantly be on guard, and frankly, expect the worst. Do you realize how much we lost on that one elk?!” Jeongguk questions, angrier than he usually lets himself become.

Hoseok sighs quietly, throwing a small stick into whatever’s left of the fire.

“Huh?”

“Yes,” he finally answers reluctantly.

“So what did we lose, exactly?”

“Money.”

But Jeongguk doesn’t let go so easily. Not when the recent mistakes have cost so much, already.

Hoseok meets the unwavering, waiting gaze of his alpha, sighing once more and sitting up straighter on the log. “If we’d managed to protect him until sexual maturity, then the herd would’ve had a chance to grow further. Which would’ve meant that we’d have more elk meat to sell in the coming years.”

“Right. But you let those wolves through, why?” Jeongguk pushes because he needs Hoseok to get it.

“Because he found one of them hot,” Yoongi comments, an underlying teasing tone to his voice.

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JK | Virgin Sacrifice

⭐️ Currently #1 Post On My AC ⭐️

word count: 7.7k

Summary: Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected. 

Paring: Demon!Jungkook x Virgin!Reader.

Genre: demon!au, virgin sacrifice, smut, angst

Rating: 18+

Warnings: neglectful parents, grooming, minor character death, jealousy, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, big dick!jk, marking, biting, rough sex, one-sided love, stalking, murder, blood

A/N: In the spirit of Halloween coming up, I’ve written this story. By that I mean the scenario has been in my head for months and I finally decided to write it out. It’s different than what I usually write, but I really like the scenario of demon JK being in love with the person he’s meant to eat. I know I’m weird, but I guess it’s better than being normal and boring. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic. Comment below if you want or message me through the request/ask button. I love to stay connected with you guys, and I’m sorry I haven’t been heavily active a lot lately. i’ve just been really busy with work, school, as well as an internship. I’m trying to be more active. Okay… I’ll stop talking now… Enjoy the fic! 😊

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You always dreaded turning eighteen. You always dreaded turning the age that meant your death.

It was on the day of your birth that you were chosen. Chosen to be your village’s sacrifice to the demon that stalked your town for decades before you were born. He came in a puff of smoke and chose you. Saying you were the next human he would take so your village would stay unharmed for another hundred years. You never saw the demon, and even if you did at the time, you were only an hour old, so how would you remember it if you did? But the whole village saw him. Heard him cast you as the next sacrifice for their prosperity. 

You’ve been told since day one what you need to do and how you could ready yourself for him. Not understanding half of the measures, but also never getting answers. Your parents always treated you neutrally in the family since they knew what would happen to you one day and not really caring what you did with your life because of it. 

Well… they did care about one thing. 

You had to stay a virgin.

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No Guardian Angel | jjk

pairing: The Crow!Jungkook + g/n reader

word count: 3.1k

genre: thriller, dark romance, angst, some fluff sprinkled on top

warnings: VIOLENCE, mild gore, blood mentions, profanity, kidnapping, harassment, death, description of a corpse (sorry if i missed anything)

— synopsis: “Sometimes, love is stronger than death.” ~ The Crow: City of Angels. At first, Jungkook only wanted revenge, nothing more. But now, your love is something he wants just as much.

With a gasp of air, his mouth is blocked by the plastic of a trash bag. It’s so dark that he’s not even sure if his eyes are really open, but it doesn’t stop him from trying to find the air that just won’t make it to his lungs. Frantically, he starts to struggle against the ropes that dig into his numb flesh. He can hear the ropes strain as he tries to move until the tell-tale snap makes him freeze. He wasn’t anticipating waking up in an overly humid garbage bag, but he really didn’t think he could’ve ripped the tough rope that kept his limbs glued to his body.

However, it’s only a short moment before he rushes to tear at the plastic that surrounds him. He pulls it apart and fumbles to get it off of his head. Although his lungs harshly constricted, he regrets the first breath when all he’s met with is a godawful smell. With a grimace, he roughly yanks off the rest of the rope and plastic that makes a mummy of him.

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“Do we really need a Donatello?”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 900+

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s the final Halloween blurb and I honestly just couldn’t keep it as short as the other ones- I’m dealing with JK and two dogs, I couldn’t stop the cuteness!! Jungkook and Holly/reader are dressing their doggies Bam and Amélie up in some costumes and that’s literally all this is lol. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

p.s. bc saraya loves Halloween and Jungkook so much, I’m dedicating this one to you, my love <3 Happy Halloween, @holdinbacksecrets​ 🎃

Sighing, your shoulders slumped as you held the costume in your hands and stared at the dog sitting in front of you, both of you positioned on the living room floor in front of the sofa. Neither of you broke the staring match, your pup, Amélie, quite proud of her stubbornness as she locked her bold gaze on yours through your red eye mask. Your focus on her only broke when the boyish giggle broke out next to you, your attention following the cute sound to find Jungkook’s adorable beam slightly hidden behind the phone that he directed to you, a blue eye mask slightly covering the top half of his face.

“Don’t film this,” you protested, though you couldn’t stop the amused smile that curved on your lips. “Why is she so stubborn?” You groaned, reaching for your mask and tugging it down so it hung around your neck. “Why are you so stubborn?” You directed to the dog, raising the pitch of your voice slightly.

“She must take after you,” Jungkook teased just before ending the video and dropping his phone onto the couch.

Tossing your head back, you rested it on the edge of the sofa cushion before huffing in frustration. Turning your head to look at your boyfriend, you pouted. “Should we try Bam?” You asked, Jungkook grinning.

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To love and pamper: Together

Plot: You’re on the edge. Do the dishes, warm the milk, change diapers, cook lunch, try to get some sleep in between and start all over again; it’s taking you every part of yourself to try and be flawless in raising your daughter. Jungkook is here by your side though; why can’t you just lean on him?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Established Relationship, Parenthood

Wordcount: 3.7k

Content Warning: swearing

Author’s Note: Hello! They are back🥺 I loved writing To love and pamper so much that I had to write a part two. Take this as a gift for our Bangtan’s 10 years!💜 I hope everyone of you is staying healthy and happy these days.

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Early mornings with Jungkook taste like strawberries, extremely sweet. Maybe it’s the way he holds you unconsciously in his sleep, or the way his hot breath delicately hits your face, but it makes you never want to leave. The soft glow coming from the dim light on your nightstand is long gone, the rays of the sun coming from the window slowly took up over the darkness during the night, they touch Jungkook’s features gently, careful as if not to wake him up.

His lips parted, eyes shut and cheeks full, soft snoring. You kicked him tonight, just enough to make him stop snoring too loudly for you to sleep, for at least a bit. It helped until he started again. You wonder why when you have to get up he suddenly starts to snore less, as if to play with you. It makes you want to dive right back between the sheets before you even got out.

You sigh, looking over at Baram. They say that things will be getting better in a bit, that it will be easier, you just have to get used to it. You love her, totally, wholeheartedly, with all of you. But sometimes it just gets unbearable. This is new to you, the both of you. Jungkook is doing better, even though there are still times when he breaks down. It happens to you too, but usually you don’t let yourself slip too much. It’s just that you’re scared; she’s so tiny, so fragile and vulnerable, so defenceless and you have to teach her how to face the world, you have to protect her and lead her through it all, when even you yourself still kind of don’t know how to.

Jungkook’s arms squeeze you tighter, as if he heard your thoughts. It makes you smile, your heart calming for a bit. He still has his eyes closed, his brows furrowed and lips pouting.

«Don’t go» he murmurs, voice low and sleepy. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, sending shivers to your spine as his hair tickle your skin. Your hand reaches them, playing with the strands, his lips leave pecks, soft ones that hold an incredible amount of love, too much even, for this early hours of the day.

It’s comforting, to feel his warmth around you and his hands on your body.

«I have to clean up» you’re not really prone to leave the bed either, but you still try to.

«I can do it later» he whines, holding you tighter. His fingers caress your back, kisses getting down on your shoulder. His hair are disheveled and you know that yours are too, all over the place.

«You have rehearsals,» you let out «and Baram is going to wake up in a bit and I won’t be ready»

«What time is it?» his grumpy voice sends a weird shiver down your spine. You glance at your phone on the nightstand, eyes narrowing to protect themselves from the light of the screen.

«Seven and ten» you let him know. Though it doesn’t look like the new information is going to change anything for Jungkook.

«Please, wanna cuddle» he pleads, eyes shut, his digits digging into your skin.

«Kook, I don’t have time for it. It’s the only time I can do things without having to check on Baram, when she’ll wake up I won’t be able to-»

«You’re so noisy» he complains. You let out a huff, trying to get out of his grasp.

«Kook, let go. You can sleep more, just let me go» If only his arms weren’t so strong you wouldn’t have any problems.

«Not gonna» he mumbles. You sigh annoyed.

«Then don’t, but let me go anyway!»

You didn’t mean to, but you raise your voice a little too much. It echoes in the room and you pray every single god that was ever worshipped tha-

Baram breaks out in a cry, loud and angry, incredibly so. For a moment, you still. Suddenly getting up doesn’t feel so electrifying anymore. You force yourself to do it, though. Leave the warm sheets and the soft mattress, sit up and-

«I’ll take her» Jungkook stops you with a hand on your back, a second later he’s already up and standing beside her cradle.

You watch him bend down and narrow his eyes at her, cheeks stained with the lines of the fabric of his pillow and face totally sleepy. He cooes at her, taking her in his arms as carefully as he possibly can. He lulls her a little as he makes his way back to your bed, Baram still crying desperately in his hold.

You sigh and lift the covers.

«Where are you going?» his big eyes skim over your body, upper half covered in one of his shirts, definitely too big for you, legs displayed only for him to see.

«Getting her paci and the diapers» you announce. Jungkook shakes his head.

«She just needs her pacifier, she didn’t poo»

«She will soon!» you tell back. Jungkook huffs, letting you do your thing. This is not the right moment to pick up a fight, even if it’s a little one. With Baram in his arms, his top priority has to be her. So he lulls her, sings a bit at her and wipes her unstopping tears with his thumb, only that finger taking up more than half of her face.

You come back in a minute, pacifier in your hands and a new pack of diapers in the other, wipes blocked between your chest and the inside of your arm. As soon as the pacifier goes into her mouth all of her worries fade away, too distracted with the new element in her mouth. You watch her features soften, face from angry red going back to a pure sweet pink; and so does your heart. With seeing her easing, seeing her stop her cries. It might be the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but god, do you love her. It’s in moments like this that you realise how lucky you are, when you see her calm down and realise that yes, you’ve got this, at least for now.

Jungkook let’s out a heavy breath, still lulling her from time to time. He gets up slowly and does the same as he walks, afraid that even the slightest hint of movement will disturb your 4 months old baby. He walks in circles, arms swinging from side to side gently and eyes never leaving her face. They look like out of a fairytale, out of a movie. It makes your stomach twist and turn with love, suddenly overwhelmed to the point that a smile graces your features. You watch from afar, his dark locks have become too long to not get in the way of his eyesight, hanging down as he looks at the same eyes as his, closed in a silent sleep. You can’t see his expression because of the strands of his hair, but his smile is contagious. Every time he looks at her, god, the world makes sense. Finally. And to believe that such a beautiful creature, a fragile little soul that still has to go a long way, was made by you and him; that thought renders him breathless all the time.

He walks back to her cradle, carefully laying her down and back under the covers. You let out a sigh of relief and head out of the bedroom, straight to your kitchen. There are so many things to do that you lost count. It’s not like your kitchen is one of those where there’s dirt on the floor and too many piles of dishes in the sink, but it’s not exactly clean either; with Baram waking up every two to three hours of the night your sleep schedule has become a nightmare, both yours and Jungkook. You start to do something, then feel the need to rest, take a nap and go back to do what you were doing, but things like making lunch and dinner or do the laundry, things you cannot actually postpone, take over most of the day. And then there’s work, Jungkook’s and yours. Your schedules have been remade and remade several times to help yourselves with your daughter, but even with all your efforts you always end up extremely tired. Jungkook has rehearsals on his own most of the time, the times he chooses usually don’t fit with the others because of their schedule, so they end up meeting once a week to rehears all together. He still has to go to the outside meetings, wether it is an interview, a new project or a shoot; not all the time, but a great number. It doesn’t happen every day, but three to four days of the week he’s working. You’re okay with it, after all he can’t just say no to his job, you wouldn’t want him to, you know he loves it.

It’s the same for you, after all. Its just that you’re not required to be in a studio to work, at least not one like his. You have one at home, your paintings and the smell of clay filling both the space and the air. So your days go by, busy and stressful but full with love and adoration for your little one.

«What are you doing?» Jungkook is standing at the kitchen door, hair disheveled and eyes still not used to the light of the morning. You didn’t hear him coming out.

«The dishes» you say. He gulps, lips pouty and hands aching to hold you.

«Please come back to bed» he pleads still from the doorway. With how you sigh though, his ministrations seem to change, steps shortening the distance between you and him. He stops behind you, arms on their way to your waist before you block him with your next words.

«I don’t have time to lose, Jungkook»

«You consider it a loss of time to spend some time with me?» He’s annoyed. You can hear it in his voice, how sharp it sounds.

«You know I don’t mean it that way» you shake your head, grabbing another dish from the sink.

«Do you?» his question makes you turn. Eyes gazing at him, his face scrunched up as he’s thinking hard on something. Brows furrowed and lips pouty again, eyes focused in yours.

«It’s been what, two weeks since we last cuddled? Or when we went out together? When I come to bed most of the nights you’re already asleep and-»

«Cause I’m tired?»

«Yes, I am too Y/N»

«Great, welcome to the team» your answer makes him grimace, but it gets worse when you add: «What do you want me to do, spend the only free time I have laying on the bed and doing nothing?»

Jungkook suddenly feels like a cold jet of water is getting sprayed on him. Cheeks burning and blood hot, both angry and hurt. Something deep inside him stings, burns and bends, twisting in all the ways as it tries to break and come out unfiltered.

«Are dishes more important than us? Really?» Your eyebrows raise up.

«When did I ever said that?»

«You’re doing it now» he scoffs.

«Is it so hard for you to relax, just a bit?»

«I’m not! I’m just saying that this is the only moment I have to just-»

«It’s the only moment we’re together too!» he raises his voice a bit, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy, lips pouty. He gulps harshly.

«We’re always busy, is it so hard to just spend some time together?» his voice is trembling, as if he’s on the verge of breaking. It stops your breath, a big tight knot fills up all the space in your throat, your hands drying themselves on your trousers.

«We do it, Jungkook» your voice softens as you let out your words. They make Jungkook’s head shake slowly, he lowers his gaze and fixes it on the ground.

«I just miss you» he whispers. The hurt is clear in his voice, shoulders dropping. You feel your heart tighten, fingertips aching to caress his soft cheeks just at looking at him like this.

«Kook, I’m sorry…» you breathe out, guilt taking over you.

Jungkook hates this. Hates that you don’t spend together as much time as you used to; he knew it was about to happen with the birth of Baram, but still he hates it anyway. He doesn’t blame it on her, because why would he, he could never even if he tried to. But still, he hates it. He misses it, craves for your touch, craves for your caresses, your warmth around him, the feeling of having you close not just in a sexual way but in whatever way possible. He misses spending evenings on the sofa under the covers, soft and sweet kisses layered on each other’s skin in silence and between low giggles, as if they were meant just for the two of you, a little secret fuelling love to your hearts.

«I… I miss you» Jungkook sighs, low and barely hearable, shoulders down and eyes on the ground. Your heart sinks deeper into your chest, heavy and sad at the look on his face. You feel your throat tightening, your eyes sting. You don’t want him to feel abandoned or not important enough, never. But there’s just- too much. Too much things to take care of, too many things to do and to look after, too much effort to try and anticipate the next move, to take care of everything, to be careful about being wrong, that you’re just-

«I know baby, and I’m sorry» you nod, «but I don’t know how to- I’m- I’m just-» your voice trembles and suddenly you’re crying. Crying in sobs, like a little baby, like Baram would.

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you, instantly and so tight it makes you tremble with vulnerability. It’s like a second instinct, to kiss your hair as his fingers dig into your back, careful and pampering.

«I’m sorry» you hiccup, your tears wetting his shirt. You feel so bad for making him feel like this. You spent your time trying to keep everything under control, everything in check and always ready, anticipating every move and every cry, trying to be ready in every condition and situation, you didn’t think-

«It’s okay» he whispers, another kiss lays on your head, «I’m sorry- I’m so sorry baby» he snuffles, shaking his head. His eyes burn, his lips move desperately in pouts, trying to hold back the tears, eyes shut. God, he’s so inconsiderate. So fucking inconsiderate and selfish. You gave birth to another human. You are tired. You’re trying your best. You’re stressed. Trying to have everything under control. And he’s here, complaining about you not cuddling him.

«I’m so sorry, please don’t cry» he snuffles again, voice shaky.

«I’m- I care so much about- y-you» you sob, nuzzling into him. Jungkook wants to drown himself in your tears. His heart swells and shrinks at the same time.

«I know, I know» he shakes his head.

«I should’ve- been more considerate, you- you-» you hold him tighter.

«No, you’re right,» you mumble against his shirt «I was just- so- I feel like I have to be careful of everything and I’m- I’m burning out»

Jungkook knows. He can see it, every time that you anticipate your next moves or the ones of your baby, every time that you let go he can see it that you’re not fully relaxed, that you’re on the edge. But he is here too, he is part of this too. And it makes him feel bad that you don’t rely on him just as half as you rely on yourself. He is your man, your person, your lover and you shouldn’t be the only one burdened; even if he is too, he doesn’t want you to think that you have to hold it all together.

«Rely on me» he snuffles.

«I do it already»

«You don’t do it enough» he lays a kiss on your forehead, and you feel wetness on your skin. He must’ve lost his battle with the tears and gave up at some point. When you raise your glance his eyes are puffy, red with tears and oh, so incredibly deep. It’s like looking at two ponds, so clear and majestic that for a second you lose your focus. His dimples show up as he gulps, trying to gain back his sobriety, cheeks wet.

«Stop holding it all in» Jungkook sniffs and his lips twitch, his voice is shaking and you can feel your heart being wrapped tightly by a fist and being desperately squeezed.

«Let- let it out, you- let it out on m- me» he’s on the verge of breaking, holding back the new tears as they pool into his eyes.

«Ple- please» and so he does. He sobs, and you lose it too. Seeing him so fragile, broken, something snaps inside of you.

«I- I hate not being ab-able to take it away from yo-u» he sobs, lips trembling, fingers digging into your back.

«We chose this to- together» he hiccups, his nose digs into your neck, runny and wet.

«You are- you’re the most- important thing. You and Ba- Baram. I’m part of this too, just- why can’t you let go? I… I- give me some weight»

«I can do it- I know I can but- you won’t let me. Baby, I love you- I-»

You’ve never seen Jungkook so broken. You’ve seen him cry, many times actually, but like this, never. You hate it. All the pain, all the tears, you wish you could take them from him and make them yours, make it all go away. You squeeze him so tight you’re afraid you will leave him breathless, fingers digging into his skin and lips on his neck, kissing away the problems. Then, you realise. And god, it makes you want to slap yourself in the face.

He must be feeling like this. Just the same as you do. It’s unbearable to see him hurting and not being able to do anything about it, but that’s what you’ve been doing all this time too. You wanted to do your best and ended up trying but left him out, only focusing on Baram most of the times.

«I love you so much- that… I don’t know , sometimes when- I feel like I will explode when I look at you, I- I love you that much. Baram is our- our daughter and we’re a family and I’m- I just want to be a good dad-»

«You are, Jungkook» you whisper.

«You are, baby. I’m so sorry, I was-» you shiver and his hands dig deeper into your back.

«I was just on the edge cause I’m not used to this. It’s still all new and I- I just wanted it all to be perfect and I tried so hard that- I lost sight of us. I was so focused, I-»

«It’s not just us» he murmurs on your neck

«It’s you too. I hate seeing you like this, cause- I know you and when I tell you to- when I tell you to relax I don’t do it just for us, I know you need it too. Your brain has to stop working and- you have to know that there’s someone going through this with you»

«Like- earlier, why can’t you just lay down and relax? I know- know that Baram is a lot to handle and she need attention but- you need it too. You need to take care of yourself cause I- I would be…» his hiccups get muffled by your neck, and you feel his lips tremble on your skin. He lays a kiss on it, shaking and shivering.

«I would be lost without you. Totally- lost. Please. Just- I will wash the dishes, fuck the dishes. If they stay there, what? So what? I want us to be fine, I want you to feel supported and support me but if you don’t let me, I- I can’t»

«Please, just… let me help. It hurts, it hurts a lot not to be able to be of any help to my family. Love, I-»

«I’m sorry» you whisper again, tears wetting your cheeks. You cut him out, and you didn’t even realise it. You wanted to be the best for your daughter and ended up only counting on yourself and making him feel useless most of the times.

«I promise you, I promise I will try my best- to let go. I’m- I’m not doing the dishes, fuck the dishes» you hear him laugh lightly, a deep kiss layered down again on your skin.

«I didn’t realise what I was doing. I was just scared. She’s so fragile and little and I was so afraid of doing something wrong. I was selfish, I-»

«You weren’t. You were just scared» he kisses you again.

«We’re together» he whispers. You nod, face hiding in the crook of his neck.

«We’re together» you smile. You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, trying to hold back another hiccup.

«It’s alright now, ssh…» Jungkook holds you tighter, body against yours practically glued together. It doesn’t make you feel spaceless though, it makes you breathe. For the first time in months, you feel like you’re breathing again. Even with your runny nose and the tears on Jungkook’s cheeks, the both of you feel light now.

«I love you so much baby, you don’t even know» he whispers.

«I think I know» you kiss his shoulder. Jungkook smiles, his head leaving the the space of your neck and his starry eyes looking straight into yours. They’re still wet, but the tears have stopped coming out. A bit red, puffy from both the sleep and your cry.

«Come to bed? Until she wakes up. When she does-» he hiccups, «I’ll warm her milk and change her diaper. And the dishes, I’ll do the dishes and you can lay down a bit more? Do you want me to fill up the bathtub? We can take a bath when she falls asleep again»

«Love, breathe» you chuckle, looking at him and his endless rant. You look at him, and god, how lucky you are. That he loves you, and you love him. That he’s yours, you’re so happy he’s yours.

«Yes, that would be perfect» you smile.

Jungkook gulps, cheekbones raising and eyes filling with warmth and affection.

«Let’s go. I want to cuddle for at least two minutes. Do you think she will let us?»

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My Mate

Summary: Your village was surrounded by a never-ending forest. Every 20 years, for as long as the village people could remember, offerings were held for the beast who roamed the forest. It was the only way your village could remain safe. This times offering, you were one of the women being offered up to the beast. You only hoped that you could make it out alive.

Pairing: Werewolf Jungkook x Human Sacrifice reader

Genre: soulmate au, fantasy au, werewolf au, angst, bts au, medieval fantasy au,

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: not much, drug concoction, slight drugging, some minor violence, normal medieval female treatment, mentions of sacrifice, mentions of death, mentions of kidnapping, protective Jungkook, possessive Jungkook, shitty villagers, women trying to fight back, mc not being able to fight back, weird mate rituals, 

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The morning light had just began to creep over the tree line on the edge of your village. You lived in a quiet village, one where everyone knew everyone and the peace between families was always kept. Your own family resided close to the edge of the forest, surrounded by a small field your family used for farming. You produced most of the vegetables for the town.

Unfortunately, it was your job to take care of most of the crops, your elder brother out of town right now. He was out looking for an “appropriate wife”, not that you thought anyone fit that title. 

As the second eldest, it was your responsibility to take on your brother, Jacob’s, jobs. You knew you would be next though, your father and mother already trying to make matches for you with men from your village.

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bts reaction to you having short hair

@legeusell asked “Hi :) Can you write scenarios where bts has girlfriends with short hair? thanks 💜”

a/n: bro this is so long overdue it’s embarrassing, so sorry about the astoundingly long wait on your request. also I used to have short hair back in the day for most all of my early childhood until late middle school, but that was a long ass time ago, so if some stuff in here sounds weird or not relatable, that is why and I'm sorry. hope everyone enjoys regardless 

warnings: swearing, this is unedited so yikes don’t kill me pls, also some how Jungkook’s got like super long so yikes, sorry about that

s e o k j i n 

Jin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the best thing on planet earth.

His favorite thing is when you wake up and you have really bad bed head, he just points at your messy hair and laughs his ass off. Before he could say anything more, you make sure to turn the taunting right back at him, giggling at his own hair sticking up in a million different directions.

If your hair has a similar length to his, even if it isn’t anything remotely like his, he will try his damndest to style it to look like his. Has he been successful? no. Does that stop him from trying again another day? no.

“Jin, will you fucking stop? I would like to have hair when I’m thirty thank you.”

“Y/N, light of my life, the yin to my yang, I love you so much, but stop fucking moving. Don’t you want to look like the pinnacle of beauty, the aphrodite of all the human race, the-”

“I never said that, I said that I want hair when I’m thirty, but that seems unlikely due to the force you are pulling my hair at right now.”

“Well it sounds like your fault that you hair is no match for my sheer unbridled arm strength,” he replied, his hands leaving your hair to dramatically flex his muscles.

y o o n g i

This man would not care what length your hair was at, he is indifferent to things like that. Now that doesn’t mean he thinks you look adorable with your short locks.

Yoongi will never admit this to anyone because he fears it will make him look soft. (Don’t tell him, but everyone knows this man is soft all day everyday, but he refuses to accept his softness, so keep this on the down low).

His softness especially comes out when the two of you are laying on the couch late one night, just watching movies or dramas, and you drift off to sleep with your head in his lap. He makes sure you’re asleep and his hand creeps down to you short tuffs and lazy strokes his hand through you hair, lulling you further into sleep. He’ll smile down at your sleeping form and lightly scratch your scalp, his smile will only widen when you snuggle further into his lap.

Whenever you wear a cute headband or scarf or clip in your hair, he will just admire you and stare at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen.

You blush and look down at your feet, “what are you staring at, you wierdo.”

His smile widens, “just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

h o s e o k

He adores your short hair, he loves to play with it and he has no shame about it either, it’s like therapeutic to him.

If his day at the studio has been rough, whether it’s in the dance studio or inside Hope World, whenever he’s just feeling stressed, he looks forward to going home and relaxing with you. This relaxing involves the two of you laying in bed, your head on his chest and him stroking your hair, an activity that both calms and relaxes him immensely.

He also likes to tuck flowers behind you ear. This happens every time the two of you go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Every so often one of your dates on date night is to go for a long stroll in the park.

Hobi gets especially giddy for these walks in the sping time due to all the flowers blooming around you. He has such hard time deciphering which flower he wants to pick to place behind you ear. Does he want a flower to compliment your hair or your eyes? Does he want one that matches your outfit? The options are almost overwhelming. He just loves how cute you look with your hair tucked behind your ear and a flower placed along side it.

n a m j o o n 

Namjoon thinks your short hair is the coolest thing ever. He adores the way your short hair can make you look feminine but also, if styled correctly, make you look super punk rock.

He likes how your choice in having short hair not only makes you stand out but also challenges the status quo of long, feminine hair.

He loves when you style your locks to look fluffy and tousled, then pairing it with a cute sundress, making you look so pretty and soft. But then the next day you style your hair the exact same way, but this time you’re wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee. He took one look at you and his knees went weak.

You know that phrase “the duality of man,” well that was exactly what Joon was thinking when he saw you. One day you look fluffy and soft and the next you look like you could stick it to the man, all with the cutest hair style on planet earth, at least in Namjoon’s humble opinion, which is not biased at all, why would you even assume such a thing.

j i m i n 

Jimin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the cutest thing ever. If you dye your hair a lot, he will one hundred percent beg you to dye your hair whatever color his hair was supporting. The idea of the two of you having matching hair sent him into a flurry of softness. Matching hair with the cutest girl in the world? yes please.

“Jagi, what color are you gonna dye your hair?” Jimin wonders as the both of you stroll though the hair dye aisles of the beauty supply store.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet, I was thinking maybe blue or purple,” you respond. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. You were tired of your blue hair. Earlier in the year you had dyed it a dark blue, then a few months later you chopped off you hair to (your current hair style). Now it’s faded to a light blue and you were ready for a change of pase.

“Have you ever considered silver?” He pondered, placing and innocent facade on and looking at you with big doe eyes.

You smile and look over at your boyfriend, “but that’s your hair color.”

“Oh is it? I must have forgotten,” he smiles mischievously at you. “Now that you mention it, it would be pretty cute if you matched with me.”

You thought about it for a little bit, to hell to it, why not? It’s just hair, if you didn’t like it, you could grow it out and chop it off in a few months, or dye it another color.

“You know what? Fuck it, lets match.”

“Hell yeah! Oh I’m so excited, we’re gonna be so cute, baby!” He giggles, almost vibrating with excitement.

t a e h y u n g 

Taehyung loves you. He loves your cute short hair. He loves fashion.

Put all of these things together and you get playing dress up with Taehyung. He loved to pick out your outfits for you and styling your hair to compliment the outfit.

“Tae, you’ve already made me try on three outfits, can’t we do something else now?”

“Just one more, baby, please?” he pleaded, his big hopeful eyes contrasting the deep baritone of his voice.

You sigh in response and he takes it as a sign of reluctant compliance. You hear him rummaging around in the closet for a few moments before he emerges with a smile on his handsome face with the clothes he’s picked out hidden behind his back.

“Go change in the bathroom, I want there to be a big reveal for this one. I think this one is the best one yet.” He quickly shoves the clothes into your arms before spinning you around and walking you towards the bathroom so you could change.

The outfit he’s picked out for your is a dark red, almost maroon, turtleneck and tight black dress pants with vertical, thin white stripes on them. The turtleneck comes as no surprise, he loves the way your hair frames your face and you have to admit, this outfit looks stunning on you.

Once you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung looks up from his phone where he is sat on the edge of the bed.

A boxy smile appears on his face as he speaks, “you look fucking stunning, my love.”

You had been contemplating cutting you hair for a while now, you just couldn’t decide how much you wanted to cut off nor could you decide on a style. You were also worried that you would regret cutting it off.

Last week you decided you would chop a good chunk of it off at cut it to about (hair length). And today was your appointment. Today was also the day that Jungkook would be coming home from bts’ world tour, he would be arriving later tonight.

Your nerves were heightened as you sat in the salon chair. Once the stylist was finished, she spun the chair around so you could face the mirror. You gasped as you saw your new hair in the mirror, you absolutely loved it! It suited you so well, you knew Jungkook was gonna flip.

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Later that night you were in the kitchen cleaning up some old dishes while you waited for Jungkook to come home.

You heard the sound of the front door swing open and immediately after Jungkook calls out in a sing-song voice, “Honey. I’m home!”

You turn away from the sink just in time to see him rushing into the kitchen before abruptly stopping several feet away from you. His mouth was agape slightly as he took in your new hairdo.

You blushed and looked away from his intense stare mutter out, “say something, please.”

His mouth closes quickly and he straightens up and rushes over to you cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so the two of you made eye contact, a huge smile on his face. “You look so cute, baby girl! I love this new hair, you’re glowing! I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but look at you now!”

As his little fangirl moment comes to an end, he wraps you up in a suffocating hug. You smile and giggle and you snuggle closer to his chest.