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. . .I have no excuse. I made another Hybrid series.

I love you, Idiot

Request

hi can I request a tsundere reader with Jungkook? you can add smut if you want. oh and can I the reader be smol? like real tiny in size?? 🧍‍♀️thank you!!

(PS: I don't know if you know what tsundere is, a lot of people don't so it's basically just someone who's real cold/ distant and angry/hot-headed)

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Idiots to lovers, CollegeAU!, Childhood friends AU, Friends To Lovers, fluff, smut, angst (if you squint)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up y'all), idiots, emotional constipation 

Word count: 4.5k+

A/N: This is my first ever request, sorry if it not the best and for any grammar or spelling mistakes :( I really enjoyed writing it though, it was a very good prompt. Hope you like it anon

(i’m not great at describing outfits, but party JK looks like 190616 Jungkook for reference) 

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You hated being small. Not only was it very inconvenient it was also very unattractive in your opinion. In your class all of the other girls were tall and slender with modelesque features. Then there was you. Barely even there. This fact was made painfully more apparent by the 5”10 boy that stuck to you like glue. Speaking of, where was he?

“Wait up, Elfie!” you heard a voice shout, echoing across your college courtyard. Speak of the devil, you thought as you turned around to see him leisurely jogging towards you.

Because your mums were best friends, Jeon Jungkook had been beside you ever since you both could walk. In fact, your first ever memory was of him putting a band aid over your knee after you’d embarrassingly fell off of your bike. You don’t know why but you remember having little butterflies in your tummy as you looked down at him tending your wound. The feeling was bizarre and you acted on what your primal instinct told you to do. You kicked him, not hard but hard enough to frazzle him and knock him onto his butt. In your immature 4-year-old state, you recall telling him “Get off me! I’m not a baby you know!”. You can’t imagine what he must have thought as you proclaimed your maturity while you stood there in pig tails and overalls with puffy red tear-stained cheeks.

Since then, that’s how it had always been. Every time Jungkook showed you any kind of kindness or affection, you’d get all huffy and embarrassed and lash out at him. You didn’t know what this emotion was until Jungkook got his first girlfriend when you were 13. It was only when you saw him holding hands with someone else that the jealousy you felt in your heart was confirmation of the big fat crush you had on him.

“We’re in college now, must you insist on still calling me that stupid name?” you said shortly as he reached his rightful place beside you

“Sorry little elf, some nicknames just stick for life. Plus, you’ll never grow out of it cause you’ll always be my adorable little elf” He retorted while reaching down to ruffle your hair

You felt heat run over your cheeks at his praise and you did what came naturally to you. You punched him in the arm.

“s-shut up Jeon!” you yelled as he giggled “Might have to nickname you Mike Tyson instead Elfie, your punches are getting a lot harder these days haha” he continued to chuckle as you couldn’t help but notice that one dimple in his cheek that also appeared when he was concentrating very hard on somethi-

“Anyway!” he interrupted pulling you out of whatever jeon Jungkook rabbit hole you were about to fall into

“Are you still coming with me to Taehyungs party tonight?” he questioned

“Of course I am, you promised you’d buy me pizza after so I’m contractually obligated now” you said rolling your eyes.

Taehyung was an old teammate of Jungkook’s that went to a different college, they used to play on the same soccer team in 4th grade and I guess they just developed a bond and stayed friends. You weren’t really close to any of Jungkook’s other friends. Part of you was afraid that they’d see past your little act and know how much you liked him. So, you didn’t really hang out with anyone except Jungkook really.

“Nice! Alright Elfie, I need to run cause I’m late for class but I’ll pick you up at 9, yeah? Don’t be late” He semi yelled, already running to class.

True to his word. He was at your dorm room at 9pm on the dot. Regardless of that, you still planned to teas him anyway.

“You’re 20 seconds late jeo-” you stopped midsentence. Jungkook had always been handsome and always had a sense of style you found charming but tonight was a completely different ball game.

There he stood dressed in all black looking like an absolute dream.

“My eyes are up here Elfie” he teased

“Ew! Don’t flatter yourself bunny! I just noticed that this is the first time you haven’t looked like you just rolled out of bed is all” you lied, turning back into your dorm trying desperately to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Is that your way of telling me I look good?” he replied. You couldn’t see him but you could hear the smirk in his voice

“I guess…” you mumbled “Let’s get going before were late” you rushed as you grabbed your bag, hoping this would be the end of this conversation.

"Well since were handing out compliments, I think you look really pretty tonight elfie. your legs look amazing in that dress"

"Shut up!" you yelled as you watched his shoulders bob up and down as he laughed.

"Also, remember to grab your ID! Tae's party is BYOB so, we'll need to swing by the store before we get there" he said absentmindedly leaning on your doorframe as he watched you grab your bits and bobs.

"I feel like I'll lose it, can you look after it for me?"

"Hey, what my elf wants, she gets" he replied while you rolled your eyes.

Honestly speaking, Taehyung's party was actually kind of fun. It was very loud, naturally, so loud the bass of the music made your body feel like it was vibrating. So Jungkook, being himself, took you and a group of his friends outside to sit around the fire pit so you can actually hear one another talk.

Naturally, you spent the whole night stuck to Jungkook’s side. Listening to his stories and watching him animatedly talk about how him and Taehyung used to piss of the coach by ‘accidentally’ coming to practice 15 minutes late and missed the intense part of the warm up.

You were in love with this boy. Why was that so hard for you to admit to him? It’s like every time he would even look at you with the universe shining in those big Bambi eyes, he could see your soul. It’s like he was looking into your truth but choosing to ignore it. He made you so nervous all you wanted to do was climb underneath the surface of the earth and never come out. You felt naked under his gaze, it was uncomfortable but it was a feeling you never wanted to be without.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt Jungkook stand up while looking at his phone.

“Everything good, bunny?” you questioned

“Yeah, Elfie, everything’s fine. A friend of mine has just shown up, I’m gonna go grab her”

Her? As confident and beautiful as Jungkook was, you knew he was pretty much allergic to other girls. In the years that you’d known him, the only women he ever spoke to were either related to him or you. Leaving out his 13-year-old girlfriend cause that relationship was the most awkward thing you’d ever seen. Didn’t stop you feeling jealous though. And as you watched him walk away a similar feeling was bubbling in your chest.

“She’s just a friend you know.” A voice beside you rang. You looked over to see Tae looking in your direction.

“They’re partners in their sports science class, that’s how he knows her. No need to look so worried.” He winked. Were you that obvious?

“N-no, it’s not like that. I don’t care who he talks to” you protested eagerly. God, you didn’t sound very convincing at all.

“You didn’t sound very convincing at all” Taehyung snickered, practically reading your mind.

You looked at him, slightly embarrassed, but you joined in on his laughter. You didn’t expect Taehyung to be this nice, honestly. A very pleasant surprise.

You continued casual small talk with Tae until you heard a booming voice in front of you.

“Guys, this is my lovely friend Rose! Be very nice to her, she lets me cheat off her test so I need to stay on her good side” Jungkook joked.

As soon as your eyes set on her, you felt yourself shrink even smaller. She was beautiful and tall and way better than you. She was the kind of girl you’d see on Pinterest drinking Iced coffee and writing on a laptop in Starbucks. She looked like she sociable as her eyes darted to everyone, she met them with a charming smile revealing her perfect teeth. The thing that hurt you the most, they looked amazing together. You could not compete, even if you tried

“Taehyung! Long-time no see! How the hell have you been, still causing trouble?” Rose chimed as she walked over to Tae, almost completely ignoring you. Well, you wished she had completely ignored you cause what she did next was entirely worse.

As she walked over to Tae, her eyes landed on you and she let out an audible gasp. She stopped mid stride, causing people around us to look at her and she loudly proclaimed:

“Oh my gosh you are so cute! You’re actually the most adorable little person I’ve ever seen! I can’t believe it, Kookie, you said she was small but I didn’t know you meant this small, she’s adorable” she proclaimed loudly.

You wanted to completely disappear. Several eyes now landed on you, examining if her words were true. You wanted to simply disappear. At that moment you turned to Jungkook, telepathically pleading for help.

“I know right! She’s fucking adorable” he chortled in agreement looking down at you

“Little Elfie”. That was it, you stood up and left. Completely humiliated and on the verge of tears. You pushed past Jungkook, making sure to give him a punch in his arm as you passed.

You just wanted to leave. You just wanted to be away from people. You didn’t want to exist right at that very moment.

You pushed past the bodies of people in the house and made it to the front door. You were about to pull it open until you felt a hand holding your arm. You knew it was him, so you did what naturally came to you, you spun round and gave him a slap.

Only for you to be humiliated further because you realised, you’d just slapped Kim Taehyung in the front entrance of his own house.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

“Damn, you must really be pissed off at him huh?” he laughed rubbing his cheek trying to play off the fact that you’d just novella slapped him in the face. “let’s get you some air” he said as he led you outside.

You both sat down on the steps of his porch and stared into the night sky. The cold breeze and lack of social stimulation allowed the fact that you had just acted completely irrationally to sink in. And thus furthered your embarrassment.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, still looking into the sky. You appreciated that he was giving you space and not staring you down in a vulnerable moment.

You let out and exasperated huff of air “I made a completed ass of myself, didn’t I?” you said, looking down into the grass unable to look up as the sky reminded you of him.

“I dint mean to get upset but I’m aware that I’m small, doesn’t mean I like it”

“But your cute thou- “

“That doesn’t matter! I’m in my 20s! I’m an adult and everyone still treats me like a kid. Especially Jungkook. He treats me like I’m made of glass or something. I’m never allowed to be independent or do anything on my own because he won’t let me. Cause he’s always fucking there. Like I’m some charity case or something.” You rushed.

You didn’t really know you felt like that. Once the words started they just wouldn’t stop.

“Damn, does Jungkook know you feel like that?” Tae questioned trying to be as gentle as possible knowing that you were very sensitive right now

“of course not. How could I possibly tell him that I feel babied by him?” you huffed again

“You could try? I’m sure he’d understand and give you some space.” He suggested

You shook your head, not believing him.

“Look, I know you know Jungkook better than anyone. You know that this is just how he is. I remember one summer I broke my leg and had to miss 3 months of practice. Still Jungkook would come to my house every day and fill me in on what I missed. So much so, that it was getting to the point where it was annoying so I had to tell him to chill. We know that’s just how he is; he doesn’t like to see loved ones at a disadvantage. So, he’ll go out of his way to make sure they know they’re valued. Ya know?” He spoke, still looking up.

“I guess you’re right” you agreed, sheepishly.

“Just be honest with the kid, eh? About everything. And I mean everything” his head finally turned to you with his eyebrow cocked. You felt your face redden again.

“Okay, your right, I will” you nodded. As you got up and readied yourself to go back into the trenches of that party, you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. It was a text form Jungkook and it read:

You were shocked. Jungkook had never left you on your own before. He must think you’re gonna punch him again.

You asked tae to walk you home and he did. You texted jungkook as you you started getting ready for bed:

No reply. Which was odd but you paid it no mind. Until you did.

It had been 5 days since Jungkook had read your text but hadn’t gotten back to you. This is the longest you’ve gone without seeing him in, well, ever. You were debating whether or not to march over to his dorm until you walked past your campus coffee shop and saw him with Rose.

They were smiling and cozy and looked like they were having a good time. It was then that you had come to the realisation that the thought you had at the party about them looking good together wasn’t induced by the influence of the alcohol but was a stone cold fact. They looked like the kind of couple you’d see in a kdrama and that felt like a dagger to the heart.

You turned back the way you came in an attempt to block the tears but the image of them both was burned in your mind and you were sure it was going to be scorched there forever.

You burst through your dorm door, jumped on your bed and sobbed. All the regrets you had finally pouring out of you, like a dam finally bursting. You don’t know how long you were crying for but when you looked up out your window, it was nightfall. You had probably cried yourself to sleep and it was a firm knock on the door that had disturbed your pity party.

You tried your best to compose yourself as you walked to the door. You hesitantly pulled open the door and there he stood. Jeon Jungkook

“Sorry to bother you but, you left your ID with me. I figured you might nee- Have you been crying?” he interrupted himself.

“No!” You said sharply

“Oh, okay. Well, here you go” he said as he placed the ID in your palm.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Is that it? You se me with puffy eyes, a runny nose and moist cheeks and you just leave?” you yelled

“I asked you if you were crying, you said ‘no’, so I was going to be on my way. I didn’t wanna push you” he rebuttled with unarguable logic

“But I was obviously lying! Do you just not care anymore?! Now you have Rose, you just don’t care?!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME _____?!” he yelled. You cant remember the last time he’d used your actual name  

“Wow, so that’s it? Years of friendship over because you found someone else” your voice cracked as you held back tears

“_____, what are you talking about? Rose has a girlfriend. Plus you’re the one who was sat bitching to Taehyung about how suffocating I am and how I baby you but when I finally listen and decide to give you space, you lash out at me. So please, please tell me, what the fuck is going on in that brain of yours”

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU! YOU JERK!” You screamed.

There was a stillness after your revelation. Not an awkward one like you’d expected, it was like a calmness after a storm, like everything was back to how it was meant to be or maybe it had become something new and better entirely.

“What?” he asked softly

“I’m in love with you” you said looking away from him now, so much for the stillness. “I always have been. I never told you cause I never know how and I knew you saw me as nothing more than a little kid you needed to take care of.” You grumbled

After a brief pause, Jungkook began to laugh. Not just a little snort or chuckle but a full-blown belly laugh at the front door of your dorm. You’re not gonna lie, it stung a little

“I’m glad you find me so funny asshole” you said as you swung back ready to punch him. He grabbed your fist before you could strike.

“Hey what are- “he cut off your rant with a kiss. As your lips met, all the feelings of embarrassment and anger melted away and the calmness returned. This felt right”

He pulled away, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You idiot, I love you too. You were always so cold towards my affection I just assumed it was one sided. The only way I could show how much I cared for you was by always being by your side. It was the only thing you never punched me for” he said as he looked into your eyes

You wanted to hit him again but you fought your instinct and instead caressed his face and pulled him into another kiss.

You felt like you weighed nothing as Jungkook carried you across your dorm over to your bedroom, legs now wrapped around his waist. Still fully captivated with your lips on his, you hadn’t realised that he had stopped at the bottom of your bed with you still in his arms.

With his knee now pressed into the mattress, he placed you down gently on your sheets; hair sprawled out delicately on your pillows before his smooth lips went back to giving desperate kisses.

With your eyes shut tight, due to sheer embarrassment, you felt Jungkook’s lips trail down your jaw. You paused, held your breath, while you felt his tongue across the skin of your neck. Instinctively, you raised your hand brushed your fingers through Jungkook’s dark locks as his kisses to your neck became more vigorous. You could feel his entire weight pressing into you, and it only made you want him more.

Jungkook could clearly see your chest rising and falling as he undid the buttons of your shirt. You watched him as he began to shed the material off your body – feeling the cold air of your room come into contact with your naked chest.

Suddenly, you remembered where you were, what you were doing and who you were doing it with and you suddenly became shy again.

“D-don’t look at me, you perv” you chastised while raising your hands to cover yourself. Jungkook immediately took you by your wrists – pinning them to the bed.

“You don’t hide from me _____” the deep softness of his voice sent goosebumps along your skin.

“Do you want this, _____? Do...do you want me to do this?”

“S-stop calling me that!” you pouted. Your name sounded foreign on his lips  

“Oh?”, he said, with a mischievous smirk in his tone, “I thought you didn’t like Elfie”

“I don’t like it…I just like that it’s what you call me” you whispered bashfully unable to look at him.

You felt the breath of his chuckle hit your naked skin and the sensation made your underwear damper than it already was.

“Well, if that’s what my Elfie wants, it what she gets”

He continued his trail down your body stopping just before your folds, noticing that you were now rolling your hips ever so slightly and in desperate need of some form of friction.

“Not so tough now, are we princess? Look how desperate you are for me” he teased while slowly pulling down your underwear. You almost begged, but your pride held it in. You knew you would not be able to take the anticipation any more as you felt his breath fan over your wetness.

Without any more hesitation, Jungkook let his tongue pass his lips and lightly trail over your slit, feeling you gasp from the contact. You felt his tongue pass through your folds as he began giving you small, gentle licks to get you used to the sensation.

“Jungkook....oh my gosh...” you moaned, feeling his tongue put more pressure on your swollen nub before his lips covered it – sucking hard and pleasuring you in the most intense way you had ever felt.

Your sounds filled your room while you made eye contact with him between your legs.

“Why the hell are you looking at me?” you groaned trying to maintain your bravado. Your body betrayed you though as you found yourself letting out a loud moan while you found yourself reaching with your hand down towards his free one, and Jungkook instantly picked up on your need to have your fingers intertwined in his. He took your hand – letting you squeeze the upper-side of his palm, and he loved the feeling. Of you. Of you needing him.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop if you don’t feel comfortable, Elfie.”  he looked you dead in your eyes with his thumbs resting on the waistline of his jeans.

You nodded at him silently “I want you Kookie…just – don’t be too rough with me, okay?” you said gently, finally allowing yourself to be gentle with him.

Jungkook smiled at you, taking note that you were allowing him in. Both your heart and your body.

“I’ll be gentle...this time, princess” he murmured with deviance, leaving you with a shocked look on your face as you thought “This time...meaning, there’ll be a next time?”

Jungkook positioned himself slowly at your entrance, leaning his weight on his knees as the moonlight shone through your window and cascaded shadows over your body. You looked like a dream. You looked like his dream.

“______” Jungkook whispered softly, gazing into your stare while he ran the back of his finger along your burning cheek. “I-” he paused as you hung off his every word.

“I love you”

“I- love you too, Jungkook” you replied without needing any time to think about it. In any other situation, you would have probably stopped breathing at his confession and hit him but upon hearing his tender, delicate confession while you were both at your most vulnerable state, you could only smile and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. This was it; he had broken down your walls and you were his.

As the kiss turned sweet, you felt the tip of his cock probe your entrance – sliding himself in as gently as he could. You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the feeling of his intrusion as he explored your body. Jungkook almost gasped at your tightness gripping his shaft – how warm you made him feel had him rendered almost completely still. He stopped at certain intervals, making sure you were okay in between kisses.  Before he finally sunk his length inside you entirely, you whimpered into his ear, lightly trailing your nails along the skin of his shoulder blades. Jungkook returned his forehead to yours, both your lips ghosting over each other’s as he pulled back out slowly – before entering you once more. Soft sighs and gasps left both of your lips as Jungkook kept a slow, controlled movement – knowing that he had played with you enough beforehand to ready you for the experience

He leaned back, placing his hands on either side of your rib-cage as he repositioned his legs beneath him. “If it’s too much I’ll stop” he panted, seeing you nod he began setting a slightly quicker pace inside you. You could feel the natural curve of his cock reach deep within your snug tightness, making you moan his name along with a string of curses.

“Say my name again Elfie..., you sound so pretty. I want to hear you...louder...” Jungkook produced a low growl as he gripped your frame tighter. You obeyed his commands, letting his name fall from your lips “Jungkook” you mewled

“Not that name, baby” he replied while thrusting into you.

“Please…Kookie” you corrected, earning you a needy groan from him.  You raised your arms above your head and rested them on the top end of the pillow. Jungkook became captivated by the natural bounce of your breasts below him with each thrust he gave you, reaching up to hold both of them in each hand while caressing you in a gentle, yet forceful way.

You didn’t blush at the sound of your lewd wetness lapping between your legs or at the sound of his skin slapping against yours. In fact, you found yourself loving those sounds, mixed with Jungkook’s deep growling and panting that let you know he felt damn good inside you.

Jungkook pressed his lips to yours a final time, before feeling the tightness of your orgasm contract around his length – hearing you cry out as he swallowed your voice with his kisses. As you dug your nails into his back, Jungkook hissed at the sensation – before letting go entirely and spilling his seed into you. You loved hearing him shamelessly moan your nickname over and over again in your ear, feeling him twitch inside you – before feeling his tensed-up muscles relax on top of you.

“Elfie...” Jungkook whispered, large breaths escaping both your lips as he slowed his movements, gently pulling himself out of you.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even formulate a basic thought, for all you could feel was the purest form of happiness.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Jungkook returned to your side, his eyes searching your features for any sign of pain or discomfort. But instead, he was met by a faint, gentle smile on your lips.

“I’m...I’m great. You’re great. Kookie…” you replied hazily, pressing your hand to his chest and taking another look at his naked body next to yours.

You both rested there, wrapped up in each other’s post orgasmic embrace in comfortable science. Both not realising that the other was thinking the same thing:

‘I love you, idiot’

Im still taking requests, feel free to send some through :))

- Ryeon :)

Hey author, sorry for the incomplete request, the scenario is up to whatever you would like :)

Hello author just saw your prompt request and I hope you won't mind doing prompt #4 and #6 with Jungkook or namjoon 👀 thank you

4: “What? Why are you crying?”

6: “You’re my whole world, you know?”

Am I forgetting something?

Pairing: ArtistJungkook x CEOReader

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff

Warnings: Just the some swearing, Main Character is a little dramatic, Jungkook is the boyfriend that no one deserves

Word count: 2.4k+

A/N: Anon, hope you like it! This was a lovely prompt choice! Had so many different directions but I chose a nice fluffy story for you

and im still looking for a bata reader for future chapters so hit me up if you're interested :)

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You can’t quite put your finger on it but you can’t help but feel like you’ve forgotten something. Something very very important.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror while you scrub away at your teeth deep in thought. What is it that you’d forgotten? You were so busy trying to search every tiny corner of your brain for this hidden piece of information, you didn’t even notice your boyfriend slip his arms around the middle of your waist.

“Good morning, meatball” he said in a sleepy voice, leaning into the crook of your neck.

“Jungkook we’ve been together for 4 years now, when are you going to let that nickname go?” you chuckled while looking at him in the mirror.

“Never! Cause I have never and will never meet another woman who was willing to physically fight me in the middle of a subway over the last meatball sub” you felt his body shake with amused laughter.

“Hey, never come between a hungry girl and her favourite sub. You just unfortunately had to learn that the hard way.” you joined in his laughter as you both reminisced about your first encounter.

He unwrapped himself from around you and you both proceeded with your morning routines. It’s the stupid little things like this that you love about being with Jungkook. Just mundane things like brushing your teeth together feels so intimate with him. Jungkook had this way of looking at you, a way that made you feel that there was no one else in the world he’d rather be with. You were his person and he was yours.

Your thoughts were then interrupted by that persistent nagging feeling.

“Babe, was I meant to be doing something today?” you asked, still trying to rack your brain over this absolutely irritating feeling.

“Today?” he asked, with toothpaste dribbling onto his chin

“Yeah, I can’t help but feel like I’ve forgotten something really important. I can’t for the life of me recall what it would be.”

“You really forgot, huh?” he said with a smirk on his face. You hated when he did this! Jungkook loved having one over on you. He loved being the one with the power; he loved it when you couldn’t reach the cereal on top of the fridge so he’d have to reach up and get it for you, he loved when you asked him to take a few grocery bags off your hands because they were too heavy but most of all, Jungkook loved when he had information that you wanted. It amused him to no end.

“Not today JK! It’s really gonna get on my nerves, please just tell me!” you practically begged.

“Nah, meatball you’re gonna figure it out all on your own. If you don’t remember by tomorrow, I’ll let you know for sure” he finished washing up and strolled out of the bathroom. You hated when he was this smug, he would hold this over your head the entire day. You would be damned if you gave him the satisfaction. So, you try as best as you could to put it out of your head.

You both kissed each other goodbye and got in your separate cars to drive to work. Jungkook was a very talented painter. Talented was an understatement. The media had dubbed him a ‘modern day creative genius’ and they were absolutely correct. All of his work felt alive and so beautiful. To even watch him work was an experience to behold. When the two of you had first started dating, he whisked you way to his studio late one night, you both drank wine and talked about everything and anything. He suddenly told you to stay still, unsure of what he was doing, you obeyed his instruction. When he was done, he had revealed a painting of you. Too see yourself as he saw you through his eyes was almost magical. It was early into your relationship but it was that day you decided that you were in love with him. You were his muse and he was your artist.

You had been thinking about your boyfriend so much that you hadn’t even realised you’d arrived at work.

You were a little different to Jungkook. While he was the creative, you were the mogul. The youngest ever CEO to own and run a multimillion-dollar corporation.

You hopped out your car and walked into your building and headed to the elevator. Your office was a lovely glass structure right in the middle of the city centre. You can see Jungkook’s studio building from your office, it brought you a little comfort as you had not been able to see him much recently. You were just nearing the tail end of a huge project that had been occupying most of your time. There were nights you didn’t get home until 3am only to find your world already asleep in your shared bed. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Everything blended together into a big chunk of time that you’d missed. You felt completely neglectful of Jungkook but, being the angel he was, he understood completely. You don’t deserve him sometimes.

The elevator dinged and you walked up to your office door. Just as you were about to push open the door:

“Morning, boss” chirped a familiar voice.

“Morning Josie, what do we have planned today?”

Josie was your PA, she started working here a few months ago and you don’t know how you’ve survived this long without her.

It was torture but you managed to sit through 8 meetings, 2 seminars and 3 final project reviews but you did it. Finally, the project was finished and could finally spend some time with the love of your life.

“Any plans for the weekend Josie?” you asked casually as you both prepared yourself to head out for the day.

“Me and the Mr are planning to go watch that new Super hero movie that just came out. I’ve heard it’s really good, there’s meant to be a real good plot twist at the end” she explained as she followed you out of your office.

“Ah nice, I’ll have to go with Jungkook to see it. I know he’s a whore for a good super hero movie” you both giggled in unison.

“Is that what your planning to do tonight” She asked.

“No? Why, what’s happening tonight? Am I missing something?” you asked. You had put it to the back of your mind but you should have brought it up sooner. Josie had a great memory; you knew you could count on her to help you remember.

“You-you forgot, didn’t you?”

“Oh my god, Josie not you too” you sighed hoping she wasn’t as much as a power fiend as Jungkook.

She looked at you and paused, hesitant if she should indulge your question. She decided to put you out of your misery and pointed to the calendar next to your desk and there. There you saw it. Circled 5 times and underlined 6 times in red.

“OH NO!! OH, FUCK THIS CANT BE HAPPENING. OH NO, NO NO!” You shot out of your seat

“Boss calm down, I’m sure he’ll understand” Josie rushed in an attempt to comfort her panicked boss

You sprinted to your car ignoring the strange looks you got from your Josie and all your other employees. At this point, you didn’t care.

You were so stupid. How the FUCK do you forget your boyfriends fucking Birthday!?

And he knew! That little shit! That’s why he was so fucking smug in the bathroom! Okay, you had to calm down and figure out how you were going to make it right?

You looked at the time. You had 3 hours until he got home. 3 hours to dig yourself out of this hole.

You were in a huge predicament because you and Jungkook had a tradition that you would never buy each other gifts. You would both always make something so the other person knew it was from the heart. Usually you did pretty well, last year you made him a photobook of the years you’d spent together, the year before that you took a painting class and painted him a portrait of the two of you. It sucked but he loved it because he knew it was from your heart and you tried your best.

What could you do that would come from the heart in 3 fucking hours?!

You knew! You could bake him a cake. He loved cakes. You’d never baked a day in your life but how hard could it be? Right?

Wrong.

It’s like the universe was punishing you for forgetting one of the most important days of the year. Because, the food delivery workers had decided to go on strike this afternoon, so a few shipments of deliveries hadn’t arrived. Don’t worry, they had most of the necessities, they just didn’t have any: flour delivered, eggs delivered or sugar delivered. So, you were screwed. They said the next supermarket over would have some but that was an hour drive away and you didn’t have that kind of time.

You panicked and just brought what you could and hurried back in your car to drive home. It was only when you arrived in your driveway that reality set in.

You really forgot your boyfriends birthday. The tears began to pool in your eyes at the actuality that Jungkook was the most important person in your life and you had forgotten his birthday. You let the tears stream down your face as you sobbed behind the when of your car.

‘NO!’ You said to yourself. ‘Pull yourself together and do your best! Jungkook deserves at least that much’. So, you did. You took your incomplete list of ingredients to the kitchen and got prepared to do the best you could.

Things were going relatively well, granted you had to make some substitutions. You only had 1 spare egg in the fridge cause Jungkook made you guys omelettes this morning, so you used 1 instead of the recipes required 2. And Jungkook’s protein powder could double as flour, right?

You popped the makeshift cake in the oven and looked at the clock. Okay, only 30 minutes till he gets home and the cake should be done in 20. That gives you a 10-minute window to make it look like you didn’t forget.

As you rushed around to tidy the kitchen you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the microwave door. You looked an absolute mess! You ran upstairs to try and tidy yourself up a little.

You were upstairs fixing your hair until you heard a beeping coming from throughout the house. Oh no! The cake!

You sprinted downstairs to find the kitchen covered in smoke. You rushed over to the oven to try and salvage the only hope of salvation you had. Could things get any worse? Well, it could.

You heard the front door open and an all too familiar voice shouting into the house

‘_____?!______?! Baby are you okay?”

You heard his footsteps run through the house to the kitchen. Every step you heard get closer to you the more you wanted to cry. How could you face him? You were so ashamed of yourself in this moment, you just wanted the room to swallow you up and never let you out.

“Baby, what’s going on?” he asked through stuttered coughs.

He ran to the window and pulled it open to let the smoke out. You couldn’t even do that. God, you felt like such a failure.

He saw you sat on the floor next to the oven. You weren’t moving so he scooped you up in his arms bridal style and carried you to the living room. He ran back to go and sort out the absolute carnage you had left in the kitchen while you were again, avoiding all types of eye contact.

He eventually came back once things had settled and sat right in front of you.

“Hey, meatball? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” he questioned, trying to look into your eyes. That last question was what caused the floodgates to breakdown and you just began to uncontrollably bawl. After you forgot his birthday, he thought he’d done something wrong?

“What? Why are you crying?” he said, worry lacing in every word. Tired of your avoidant behaviour he took your cheeks in his hands and made you finally look at him?

“Baby, please talk to me, what’s wrong?” sincerity poured out of him with every word he spoke.

“Kookie, I’m so sorry I forgot it was your birthday today! I’m so sorry! There’s no excuse but I didn’t mean to, I’ve just been so busy. I tried to make you a cake to make up for it...but t-the sup-per-market d-didn’t ha- “

He enveloped you into a warm hug, cutting off your teary apology. He felt warm, he felt like home. You knew he wasn’t mad at you but still, you couldn’t help but feel like he should be.

He got on the sofa and laid with you until your sobbing had subsided.

“You must think I’m the worst girlfriend in the world. I’d completely understand if you hated me for a while.” You said, looking up at him, eyes all puffy and red. Your head ached and your nose felt stuffy. You hated the post feeling of crying but you felt it was the least you deserved.

He looked at you for a moment, not saying anything, just looking. He then raised his hand to your forehead and gave you a hard flick. This earned an ‘ouch’ from you and a snicker from him.

“How could I ever hate you? Plus, my birthday is only special to me cause it means I get to spent time with you. You’re my whole world, you know?”

“I know, and your mine”

He smiled down at you, smile reaching his eyes. You joined him; how did you get so lucky? How is he yours?

You both decided that tonight, you would order a pizza and watch Iron Man. You got up, he gave you a loving kiss and you both walked upstairs hand in hand. You were content. And you also made a mental note to put a pre reminder a few days before on your calendar for his birthday next year.

“Also, babe, when I was in the kitchen, I saw my protein powder on the side. What were you using it for”.

“It’s a long story” you replied not looking at him.

Crap, he was gonna kill you for wasting his powder.

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The East End

Pairing: MafiaJungkook x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, angst(?), Fluffy ending

Warnings: some swearing, implied attempted s3xual assault

Word count: 4.0k+

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8 : “I can’t stay mad at you, you’re too precious”

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At this moment you felt awkward and out of place. You were sat with a group of women you didn’t particularly like, in a place you don’t particularly like, talking about things you don’t particularly like.

But you were here to support Jungkook.

To anyone with eyes it was painfully obvious that you and Jungkook were an odd couple. You were different in almost every facet of your lives. Everything from the way you dressed down to the way you were raised. Jungkook came from a very rich family and you most certainly did not. His family were the owners of a well-respected consumer electronics manufacturing company.

Or so you thought, up until 4 years ago. When Jungkook sat you down and told you he was in love with you.

Although his confession took you by surprise, you had known about his feelings for a while. See, you had already been together 6 years at this point and you had told him you loved him several times and he would never say it back but you knew he felt it.

Jungkook wasn’t a person to tell you how he’s feeling, he’d show you instead. And you felt his love in things he did; in the way he’d kiss your forehead when he thought you were sleeping, in the way he would play your favourite song in the car when he knew you weren’t having a good day, in the way that his eyes lingered on you whenever he thought you weren’t looking. You felt his love every day and it made you feel warm and safe.

That’s your Jungkook. Warm and safe. Yet during his confession, you felt a slight discomfort in his demeanour. Despite him being completely devoted to you, you still felt outside of him. He hadn’t let you in, at least not all the way. Until that day.

“______, I love you. But would you love me if you knew who I really was?”

You were a little taken aback by the question. Had this not been the real him? How could it not have been? Sure, he was a little closed off and cold at the start but he thawed, he allowed you to love him and he loved you.

“Of course, I would” you replied with a slight twinge of inquisition in your tone. You wanted to assure him but you wanted to know what he was keeping from you.

“Then I think it’s only fair to tell you everything and let you make your choice from there; I owe you that much” he said as he maintained eye contact with you. You locked in and prepared yourself for everything he had to say.

1 hour. Jungkook spent 1 hour revealing to you that he was in the mafia. He told you every sordid detail. How many pounds of drugs his men have distributed in different countries, how money and people were handled and how people he’d killed.

He explained the ins and outs of the group and its hierarchy. It was in this hour that you learned, the not only was he a high ranking member, he was the son of the boss. In other words, he was the man next in line to take over.

This information overload overwhelmed you into complete silence. He gazed at you, absorbing your silence and accepting that he’d lost you.

“I completely understand if you would like to distance yourself from me. I can have it arrange that any public record of us interacting will be destroyed and I can assure people who know of our relationship will keep silent about it. This life would be very dangerous for you if you continued to be tied to me, I acknowledge that and I would never want to put that burden on anyone innocent, especially you _____” He rushed out the words without looking at you.

Your eyes darted towards him in confusion.

“When did you hear me say I wanted any of that. I wasn’t fucking kidding when I said I loved you. Nothing you could say to me could change that. And nothing you’ve told me tonight has made me think you’re less of the man I already know you to be. Regardless of all of that, you’re still my Jungkook and I’m your _____.” You stated with absolute conviction. There was no room for debate

“But baby, once you are associated with this life, you can’t leave. It imprisons you and I want you to be free” he stated again in pure honesty.

“How could I be free when I’m not with you?”

And that was it, you were now in Jungkook’s world. He had let you in, completely.

It was only weeks after his confession that his father fell gravely ill and passed away. It was all so sudden that overnight Jungkook became the ruler of the city. Everyone now answered to him. He was the leader, he was in complete control he was the boss and you were his lady, his right arm, his support. His.

And you happy to be everything he needed you to be.

That’s how you found yourself in your current predicament. Attending a charity event with Jungkook. He had picked out your dress, it was a beautiful, silk spaghetti Strap dress that hugged your figure and stopped just below your knees. It was paired with a pair of pointed high heel pumps. All black, of course. To match Jungkook’s tailored black suit. He looked amazing in it; you couldn’t help but admire him from across the room as he spoke to his associates. He was perfect.

“_____. Earth to _____! We’re discussing important stuff here. You can’t just be ogling the boss the whole night hahah” Nayeon chuckled.

“Oh sorry, I guess I was just a little distracted” you replied. That was true but could you be blamed for not paying attention to what they were saying. You had come to learn that every conversation with these girls was just a massive pissing contest. The fundamental core of every exchange between them was ‘my boyfriend/fiancé is better than yours so that means I’m better than you’. Take this current conversation for example:

“Like I was saying, Jimin and I went to this wonderful place in the east end called ‘goûts de luxe’ and it was absolutely amazing. We ended up spending $45,000” gushed jeongyeon.

“That’s such a coincidence! Yoongi and I went to the same place and we ended up spending $75,000! Hahah oh my goodness, it’s so easy to spend money in there, right?” retorted Jihyo.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the blatant attempts to outdo each other. It was giving you second-hand embarrassment but you tried not be too judgmental. You needed to keep in mind that these girls all grew up in the same world. This one. Where they all had fathers and brothers and uncles in the group. The men tried to kill each other and the woman tried to one up on each other. It was the natural order of this world.

“_____” Jihyo turned to you, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Have you and Jungkook been to anywhere nice in East End?” she asked. The whole group turned to you expectantly.

“Oh my gosh. The bosses girl, you must have been to the most expensive places there” Nayeon said.

You think people expected you to be a certain way as Jungkook’s girlfriend. You think they expecting you to be spending his money like it’s limitless and go to places no one would ever dream of but that wasn’t the case. Your relationship was pretty normal. You weren’t extravagant, you were just normal. Sure you both lived in his penthouse and he spoiled you with gifts on occasion but that was the extent of frivolous spending you both did.

“Actually no, Jungkook said he doesn’t want me going East End. It’s too dangerous for me.” You stated, expecting them just to move onto a different topic. Instead, you were met with a chorus of snickers and giggles.

“Aww that’s so cute! But he must not think very highly of you if he thinks East End is too much for you” Jeongyeon explained in a condescending tone.

“What do you mean?” you enquired, starting to feel a little small under their patronising scrutiny.

“Oh, it’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just that we’ve been going since we were children. Yeah, there are some unsavoury characters but nothing too awful. It’s just funny that he doesn’t think you could handle that.” Jihyo said still giggling between words.

“Yeah, East End is child’s play. Not dangerous at all. Tae has me wait in the car sometimes while he carries out a hit. Now THAT’S dangerous. The asshole is usually soaked after. Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of linen?! Well, neither do I but our housekeeper says it’s really hard” Nayeon chimed in.

“We all used to go to East End all the time. That was one of Jungkook’s favourite places. He used to love that place near the old arcade cause they sold his favourite mulled wine.”

On the drive home the words of the girls lingered in your mind. Did he really think that you couldn’t handle yourself? You’re the bosses girlfriend for Christ sake, how bad does it look that he thinks you’re so frail and weak that you can’t handle a few creeps.

You’ll show him! You’ll get Hobi to drive you to east end tomorrow and you’re going to buy Jungkook that stupid wine and shove it in his stupid face that you are capable of holding your own.

“Something on your mind sweetheart? I’ve had Bieber on for 10 minutes and you haven’t complained once” Jungkook questioned.

“I’m fine” you replied shortly. You couldn’t help but be a little pissed at him, he really didn’t think much of you at all. There was so much he had said he don’t want you doing cause it was too ‘dangerous’ but all this time it’s been because he doesn’t think you can.

“Woah, what happened? Did I do something wrong? Look baby, I know you hate those events but its compulsory I attend.” Unbelievable.

He determines from your lack of response that you didn’t feel like speaking any further. He let out an exasperated sigh and just focused on driving, unsure of how to appease the situation.

When you both arrived home, the silence still remained. Right from when you stepped foot in your apartment right up till you both got into bed. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and said that he loved you as you pretended to already be asleep. He rolled over and finally closed his eyes.

You waited until you heard his breaths even out and crept out of bed.

You tipped into the bathroom and dialled Hobi’s number hoping that he’d be awake. He was! So, you arranged with him to pick you up at 10am so you could drive to east end and get Jungkook his favourite wine. Hobi seemed hesitant to take oblige your request. Did everyone think you were this incapable? You assured him you’d be fine, just in and out. He complied and you both hung up.

You crept back into your side of the bed. Jungkook must have felt your presence return because just as soon as you settled me rolled over still in his slumber and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

‘don’t worry Kookie, I’ll make you proud. I’ll show you that you didn’t make a mistake by letting me into your world. I’ll show you; I can do this’ you silently promised him.

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You were awoken at 9am by the loud call of your phone alarm. You scrambled to turn it off before it woke up Jungkook. Luckily, you looked over to find the love of your life still deep in slumber.

You quietly crept around your bedroom getting ready to leave. You did your hair and made to conscious decision to dress in all black today. You rarely wore black, that was more Jungkook’s aesthetic but today you thought you should represent him in anyway you could.

At 10am on the dot you saw Hobi pull the car into the entrance of your and Jungkook’s apartment. You hopped in.

“Morning Hobi”

“Morning _____. I know this may not be my place to say but it would be uneasy on my conscience if I didn’t ask: are you sure you want to go there? The wine your looking for can be found in city centre. The outskirt of the city isn’t a place I recommend being. Especially for you.”

You were growing increasingly frustrated with this constant questioning of your ability to look out for yourself. This time you decided to be fully transparent with Hobi about why you wanted to go and hopefully he’d understand.

“Hobi, this isn’t just about the wine. My boyfriend is the most powerful man in not only the city but the entire country. He’s done heinous things, things he can’t even bare himself to tell me. He oversees hundreds and thousands of people, in control of every one of their lives. He oversees the transfer of millions of dollars every day. People are terrified of him when he walks into a room. That’s the kind of power he holds. And he has chosen to be with me. He’s let me into your world and trusted me to be an extension of himself. A representative of him as the person he’s chosen to love. How weak must I make him look if I can’t even be trusted to go buy wine in a less than reputable side of town? What must people think of him when they look at me? I can’t do that to him. I can’t be the reason he looks weak. So, I have to toughen up and I have to do this.” You affirmed.

Hobi was silent for a few seconds but he let out a sigh and nodded in agreement. He didn’t say anything but you knew he agreed and you were grateful he was seeing thing from your side.

The drive to east end was an odd one. You and Jungkook lived in one of the most secure and expensive places dead in the centre of the city but the more you drove away from that security the more your confidence began to waver. The expensive boutique’s you were used to driving by were now replaced by broken down gas stations. The young women walking their dogs had turned into men covered in black, eyeing up your car with the upmost suspicion.

You began to shrink; you were just about to ask Hobi to turn around but the car had come to an abrupt stop. You had stopped at a passageway.

“The shop you want is just a 2-minute walk passed the arcade ______. Need me to come with you?” he asked

“No.” you replied. You really did want him to come with you but your pride wouldn’t allow the company. So, you hopped out of the car and began to walk up the street.

Like you said, you and Jungkook grew up in different worlds but that doesn’t mean you didn’t grow up stable. You were very fortunate to have been brought up in an average suburban neighbourhood with neighbours that exchanged pleasantries when they saw each other. The places you grew up were worlds apart from Jungkook’s but they were universes apart from this place. It was hard to believe it was the same city. This place looks like it had been forgotten by time. Things looked run down and broken. Buildings looking sad and cold. Roads were broken and cracked. The people, the people just looked like any light that was in them was snuffed out years ago. That’s the best way to describe this place. Dark. And you were afraid. But you had to do this. You had to do this for him.

You had been so busy trying to console yourself in your mind, you hadn’t noticed a dark figure looming in the shadows.

“Hey beautiful. Tell me, what brings you round here.” A man croaked. His voice sounded like gravel, it was harsh and coarse. Even in his attempt to sound flirtatious it sounded threatening; it left a pit in your stomach.

” Who said that?” you replied desperately trying to maintain your composure

“Over here princess. I must say, you look absolutely divine today. You didn’t answer my question though, what brings you round here? A little flower like you could get seriously hurt in a place like this” his slimy voice rumbled in your ears as he finally sauntered into you sight.

His voice matched him perfectly. He had a gaunt pale little face, his left eye was obstructed with a black, bushy eyebrow, while his right eye disappeared entirely beneath a waterfall of long greasy black hair. He was tall. He towered over you with each step he took in your direction. His crooked teeth, encapsulated by a pair of chapped and crusty lips upturned into a smirk.

You were terrified of him. He was grotesque.

“I’ve seen you before. You’re the little girlfriend of that CEO of that huge electronics company, right? You were both on the cover of Forbs magazine last year when his company finally broke 1 billion. If he makes that kind of money, I wonder how much he would be willing to pay to get you back if you went missing” he pondered, his intentions clear in his tone. This triggered your fight or flight and you began to run. You didn’t know where you were running, you just ran.

You ran for 10 seconds before you felt a hand reach out and grab you from behind and pull you into them.

“Thought you could run away from me? Nah, you’re too valuable sweetheart. Plus, while we set your bounty, how about we have a little fun? I haven’t seen someone as pretty as you for a while, I’m gonna enjoy you as much as I can” He panted into your neck.

Your body began to shake out of sheer terror and the tears streamed down your face as you began to sob. They were right. Everyone was right. This place was too much for you. You had been told by so many people not to come here but your pride had done this to you. And all you could do now was think of Jungkook and how much you regretted everything that brought you here.

As began to feel rough hands slip up your shirt, you closed your eyes and attempted to imagine you were somewhere else. This was it you though, ‘I’m sorry Jungkook’

Suddenly you felt the weight of the predator behind you be lifted. You fell to the floor upon his release and turned to see what had happened.

There he stood. Staring down at you. Sheer worry on his face.

“_____. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“No Jungkook, I’m fine” you said through your hiccupy sobs.

Seeing you this distraught only fuelled Jungkook’s rage as he turned to the man that lay on the floor. Jungkook stalked towards the man now laying on the ground and gave the man a swift kick to the stomach. You watched in absolute horror as your boyfriend, the man who kissed you every morning before you went to work, savagely beat this man. His fists flailed uncontrollably and each kick dealt was more brutal than the last. You had never seen him so embodied in rage. It was scary.

The beating went on for 5 minutes, it was only when the man was unconscious that he finally stopped. Jungkook’s pale face now covered in blood splatter, the black clothes that hung on his body were now stained darker in areas and his linen shirt now drenched in blood. That’s gonna be a nightmare to get out, or so you’d heard.

His long hair how dripping in sweat hung on his forehead almost like a curtain shielding his eyes from what he had done.

You knew Jungkook was in the mafia. But you hadn’t really processed it, till now.

“Let’s go” He said in a stoic voice without looking at you “the car is this way. I drove here and told Hoseok to go home. I glad he called me when he did.”

You stood up and scurried over to his side, trying your best to avoid looking at the bloodied body lying in the middle of the dark alley. He took your hand in his, the blood now spreading between your fingers. It was a dirty feeling but you endured it because holding onto Jungkook was the only thing you wanted right now.

The walk back to the car was silent, you were too nervous to say anything. Nervous and completely embarrassed.

You both got to the car and sat down. The mood is still awkward.

“I’ve called a physician to the house to come a check you out and make sure your not hurt.” He said, tone still ice cold.

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m fin- “

“Why can you never do as you’re fucking told! Why do you never listen to what the fuck I’m saying. I know you think you know best all the fucking time but maybe take a break, get of your high horse, swallow your pride and just fucking listen?!” he yelled, finally looking at you. Though you wish he wasn’t. You wanted to argue back and tell him not to raise his voice at you but he was right. He was right about everything and you were so ashamed for it. You looked out of the window for the entire ride home, too humiliated to look in his direction.

You had been home for 6 hours. The physician had come and gone; as you assumed, you were fine but she recommended you rested at home for a few days. Jungkook had showered, changed and shut himself away in his study since you had been back.

You hated when he was upset with you so, you decided to bite the bullet and do what was right.

You knocked on his study door.

“Yes?” he called.

You took a deep breath before pushing his door open. He gazed up at you as you entered, expression completely unreadable as you walked towards his desk.

“Hi” you muttered as you stood awkwardly before him.

“Hi, are you ready to tell me what the fuck you thought you were doing?” you flinched at his tone.

“I just…I just wanted to make you proud. I wanted to show that was capable of going to places that you all went to. I wanted to be strong like the other girls. Like you. I’m so sorry Jungkook” you said with tears in your eyes.

It sounded like a silly motivation once you’d said it out loud. You looked down in embarrassment. You really just risked your life to prove some childish point to be like women you don’t even like.

As you stared at your feet like a scolded school child, you felt a large pair of arms ingulf you into a hard chest.

“You’re so stupid, do you know that?” he said as he let out a soft chuckle. “Those girls were talking about the upper east end, not the lower east. Upper east is where the rich assholes go to buy expensive shit they don’t need. Lower east is where people go to get killed. Plus, they don’t go to any parts of east end unless they’re with one of us. Cause even they know that area is not a place for someone on their own.”

You took in what he was saying. You really were stupid, huh.

“I don’t tell you not to do things because I don’t think your capable or strong enough. I tell you because I want to keep you safe. I told you being with me is dangerous so your safety is always my priority. You are my world. I couldn’t lose you; it would destroy me. You are the most important person in my life and I love you. Stupid” he said gazing down at you.

“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” you questioned, looking up at him with a tearstained face, red nose and puffy cheeks.

“I can’t stay mad at you, you’re too precious”

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Awkward Christmas

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Husband Jungkook AU, Established Relationship, Christmas Day, Angst

Warnings: Cute smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), Awful mum, Angst, slight swearing 

Word count: 3k+

A/N: IM BACK YALL!! No one probably cares hahah but im over my writes block so I should be more active on here! I hope you all enjoy this little dribble that's been in my drafts for months 

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Jungkook had always been a tad jealous. Not in an unhealthy way. But in a way that made him radiate the energy of a puppy that wasn’t getting enough attention from its owner. Never any malice or hatred intended just a cute and endearing want of your attention.

Today felt a little different though. But you could understand why.

You could perfectly understand why your husband stood at the far corner of the room on Christmas day as the rest of your family sat around the fireplace waiting for dinner and being festive. You could perfectly understand why his eyes pierced daggers into the back of the head of the familiar stranger that stood in the midst of your family day.

But how were you to have foreseen this situation?

You wondered over to him trying to engage his accurate level of irritation. And as you got closer, it became more obvious.

It was apparent by the way his knuckles turned white as his hands gripped his cocoa mug handle. That was sign number one, he was pissed.

“When are we going home?” he asked in a low biting tone as you arrived at your destination in front of him.

Yikes. That was sign number two. You and Jungkook have been together for 5 years and married for 1 and never before had he asked to leave one of your family events. Your family was big but close knit, the complete opposite of his. He was awkward and distant at first cause he was unused to the familial affection but your family greeted Jungkook with open arms and embraced him as if he had always been part of you all and he loved that. He loved your family and they completely adored him.

Well, everyone except your mother. Which explains precisely why she would do something this cruel.

“Baby, please. I had no idea he was going to be here. I’m going to talk to my mum later, I can’t believe she would invite him. I’m as annoyed as you are” You sighed. You rubbed your hand up and down his arm as an attempt to comfort his restless energy. You looked over your shoulder at the display behind you.

Sat nestled between your mum and your youngest sister sat Cha Eunwoo, your ex-boyfriend. Giggling away like he was always meant to be there. He couldn’t even sense that he was out of place.

Your mum had never been a fan of Jungkook because you and Eunwoo were Highschool sweethearts. And because her and your dad were high school sweethearts, she believed that you and Eunwoo were meant to be together. Ridiculous.

You and Eunwoo had broken up as soon as you guys had finished high school because after his 13th time cheating on you, you decided it was finally time to put your foot down and leave him. Of course, your mum didn’t know, it would break her heart. This kid was like her second son so you decided to leave her blissfully ignorant.

You wished you hadn’t though. Maybe if she knew the truth, she’d be less inclined to do things like this. But you were sure things would be different when you and Jungkook got married. Maybe she’d start to respect your relationship a bit more. You were absolutely wrong on that one. If anything, it had gotten worse. Much worse.

“Baby, it feels like we can’t fucking escape him. Your moms birthday party? He’s there. Your sisters graduation dinner? He’s there. Your nieces school play? He’s there. What kind of man goes to see a nativity play of a child that they have no fucking connection to. Its weird! Does he not feel weird? I feel weird even imagining myself in that situation.”

You tried to refrain from chuckling at your husbands rant.

“Like ‘oh hello sir, who are you here to see’ ‘oh yes, im here to see my ex’s, sisters daughter. She’s playing the donkey and the angel in a dual role’. Is he not ashamed of himself? Is he not embarrassed? That’s really embarrassing”.

A snort escaped you that time. Even when he was pissed, Jungkook still found a way to lighten the weight of every situation by trying to make you laugh. You think he could tell that the situation was stressing you out and making you uncomfortable too.

“First of all, we need to limit your amount of memes. Second of all, I know your uncomfortable JK. I am too. Let’s just get through dinner, open our gifts then we can go home.

You could tell he was weighing your suggestion with the idea of just leaving in his head. He finally nodded hesitantly as he decided to put his pride aside and put on a brave face for you.

Through sheer will power you and Jungkook had braved your way through dinner. It was painfully difficult. There was a barrage of snide comments, inappropriate stories about you and Eunwoo and constant comparisons of your teenage relationship and your marriage. Your mum really outdid herself this time.

Through the whole ordeal you held Jungkook’s hand under the table, giving it a tiny squeeze when things started to get tough.

“Okay, can we PLEASE open our gifts now” groaned your youngest sister as he her legs swung off her chair in impatience.

“Fine, fine! Knock yourselves out” proclaimed your dad, as he plopped himself down in his favourite living room chair looking like the reincarnation of Santa. You’d been nervous when he said he was growing out his beard but you have to say, it suited him very well. It suited his vibe.

He sat observing your younger siblings tear through their presents. Their eyes lighting up as each of them had received exactly wat they asked for. Your dad loved to spoil each and every one of you.

Your dad has always been a very warm man. Loving and affectionate. Everything a kid could want from a parent. Which perfectly contrasted your mum.

Not to say that your mum wasn’t loving, she was just very frosty. Cold and stoic would be the best way to describe her. They seemed like an odd pair but they complimented each other perfectly. Well, most of the time.

Your dad handed Jungkook his gift and his reaction was priceless.

Your dad had gotten Jungkook brand-new Elite SG-210S Pro Sparring Gloves. You watched as your husband beamed with joy. He was like a child receiving the gift of a lifetime, his heart swelled and his eyes got teary. He had never received a gift like this. He was touched that your dad, who wasn’t even related to him, had gotten him an expensive gift for a hobby that they both shared.  “So now when we box at the gym, it’ll be fair game this time son! No excuses for me winning” your dad smiled and patted him on the back.  “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much, I don’t even know what to say. I cant thank you enough” Jungkook said, looking at your dad with pure gratitude in his eyes.  It made your chest warm with pride to see the two most important men in your life share such a loving moment together. You knew they had so much love for each other and every day you thank the universe that you have both of them in your life.  “You spent how much on them?! Why would you do that when you know he probably didn’t get you anything half as expensive as that. You always spend without thinking”  Of course, she would ruin such a beautiful moment. Your mum had such a lovely way for squeezing as much joy from your husband as she could.  “Honey, not today.” Your dad responded as he walked back to his chair, completely shutting down the rant she was about to go into.  You tell her dad! “Well anyway, I didn’t get you anything this year Jungkook I hope you understand. Me and ______’s dad did end up paying quite a lot for your wedding cause you couldn’t afford it. But that can’t be helped, not everyone can have a good well paying job like Eunwoo”. “Please Mrs.______. It’s okay, being a company director isn’t that great hahah. I heard painters and artists are getting paid quite a lot these days. Isn’t that right Jungkook?” Eunwoo’s cutting sarcasm wasn’t lost on Jungkook who slightly winced at the comment.  This was the final straw for you.  “That’s it I’ve had enough. We’re going home. Im not gonna stand here while you disrespect my husband” “Hah, husband? Is that what you call him? What kind of husband can’t provide a life for his wife?! ______ your still living in the apartment you lived in on your own for Christ sake! He has offered you nothing! Provided you nothing! He is a failure and unworthy of being your husband!”  You heard a door slam. You looked to your side to find your husband gone. The room was silent as you offered one final glare to your mother.  “At least Jungkook would never cheat on me like this asshole did!”  “Watch your language in my house! Eunwoo would never do that!”  “Yes, he would and he did. You’re so delusional and self-absorbed. Your only concern is what you want. The boy you love so much broke my heart inti pieces and the man you just humiliated spent 6 years putting those pieces back together. He loves me. He loves me in ways I didn’t even know were possible. When I sleep at night I never WORRY about if he’s going to fall for someone else. Nothing on this earth could make me question that man’s devotion and faithfulness to me. He is the kindest soul, why can everyone see that except you?!”  Your mum looked at you wide eyed and speechless. Her head snapped in Eunwoo’s direction to find him avoiding all eye contact with her, confirming your statement.  She turned back to you but you had already gone. Gone to console the man that you had chosen but he was gone.   Your dad had dropped you off home. And wished you luck before you walked in and apologised for his wife’s behaviour. He promised he’d apologise to Jungkook on Wednesday when they go to the gym. You stood at your front door and took a deep breath ready to face whatever laid before you. On the drive home you cursed yourself for making him sit through that. Why hadn’t you just gone home when he asked? You felt awful but you had to tell him that. You had to tell him that you knew that, you had to let him know that he deserved better than that and that he wouldn’t have to go through that ever again.  You pushed the door open to reveal an empty living room. You half expected that. When Jungkook was upset all he’d want to do was sleep. So, you slowly made your way to your bedroom. Each step creaked as you approached the thick mahogany door. You pushed it open to reveal his bare back faced towards you his lower half hidden below the bedsheets.  You let out a soft sigh as you removed your clothes and slotted yourself behind him. You drew small circles on his back while he breathed. His breath was uneven so you knew he wasn’t sleeping but you decided that you would wait for him to be ready to talk about it before you said a word.  You were laying there for almost 10 minutes before two words that broke your heart were uttered.  “Im sorry”  “Baby you have no reason to be sorry. It was my mu- “ “No Babe, she’s right. It was stupid of me to think that I could give you everything you deserved. You deserve better than anything I could ever give you. I wanted to take you away this Christmas. To somewhere nice so we could just forget about everything. That’s all you wanted this year and I was determined to make it happen but I couldn’t even pull through and do that. I feel like I’ve failed you, sweetheart. I really do.” “Jeon Jungkook. Please look at me.”  He paused but eventually obliged your request and turned around to face you, nose and cheeks flushed red. He had been crying. “I love you. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. No man has ever painted a portrait of me and presented it in an art exhibit for hundreds of people to see. No man has ever walked 5 miles to bring me lunch to work cause I forgot it and no man has ever sat through the torture you sat through today for me. You didn’t deserve that Jungkook and I should have never allowed it to happen. I’m sorry. I couldn’t imagine a future without you in it. So please, never question the importance you hold in my life. My whole heart is yours; I love you.”

He looked you in your eyes to gage your sincerity. He absorbed every word that fell from your lips and replied with a soft kiss to your forehead. He reached over and pulled you into him.

He hugged you impossibly tight and you let out a playful giggled. You could tell he was feeling better after your reassurance. So you chuckled and said, “Kookie, I love you too but you’re crushing me–” He let go of you and flipped himself around to rest on his elbows so he could look at you properly.

Even after a long day, you were still as lovely, maybe even more beautiful than the first time he met. Your hands touched his cheeks, bringing him back from his lovesick gaze.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked him soft smile. “How much I love you” he said, lowering his head to kiss your neck, where he knew you were the most sensitive.

You moaned in response, arching your neck, giving him more access to your sensitive skin. “I’m so...freaking…lucky to have you baby” he said, pausing in between to kiss you at another spot. “I’m yours and you’re all mine” Jungkook said, raising his head to look at you once more. Even after years of being with this man, he still made your heart race and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

You pulled him down, to meet his soft lips. His hands ran down the sides of your body, without missing a single spot as he angled his face to deepen the kiss.

He slowly maneuvered his way downwards, sucking and lightly nipping at your erect nipples that glistened with his saliva. He sucked on your right nipple, making you moan out his name, “J-Jungkook” while he massaged the other.

“It’s alright baby, I wanna hear your voice. I wanna hear how I make you feel.” he said as he let go of your nipple with a pop. His fingers lightly trailed the lips of your pussy, as you curved your back, desperately trying to meet his fingers.

“P-please” Jungkook smirked at you, before holding your thighs in place and moving down, leaving trails of hickeys down the inner side of your thigh, before he licked your pussy.

“aa-ahh” you moaned out loudly. “More, Jungkook p-please” you pleaded, your hands wrapping tightly around his hair, as his face was stuffed between your legs.

“You’re that wet for me baby? We were with your family less than an hour ago and now your hear in bed dripping wet for me. Such a naughty girl” he taunted before licking your pussy again. He carried on with this action, going faster at times and slower at others.

Just as you were about to reach your climax Jungkook suddenly stopped to a sudden halt. You looked down at him with frustration tearing through your body. Your eyebrows laced together in question.

“That’s what you get for making me sit through that dinner princess” He chuckled as he moved into place between your legs. He lined Himself up to your entrance, he teased you, sliding his dick up and down through your folds and only entering his head before quickly pulling it out.

This made you whine and beg, “p-please Jungkook, I’m sorry, I need you so bad. Please”.

Jungkook smirked at your plea. He entered you in one sudden thrust, making you moan out in satisfaction.

Jungkook let you adjust, before he slowly began thrusting into you.

“Did Eunwoo ever fuck you like this princess?” He asked as the speed of his thrusts into you began to pick up. You groaned in response too enthralled in pleasure to give a coherent answer.

He’s hips came to a sudden halt and you grumbled in irritation.

“I asked you a question baby”

“No Jungkook, he never fucked me like this. No one has ever fucked me as good as you! P-please baby, don’t stop” He whispered his love for you as he commenced pounding into your tight pussy.

“I love you so much ______” he groaned out as he thrusted particularly deeper.

You left hickeys on his neck as his face buried into your neck. Pausing for brief moments letting his cock to warm in your pussy.

As he started to gain more momentum, his thrusts became harder and more erratic. Sound of skin slapping together filled the room and the bed pounded on the wall slightly, moans and loud panting filled the room.

“I’m cumming, cum with me princess, cum with me” Jungkook said breathlessly. You came with his words, your walls tightening around him milking his cock as well. Thick spurts of his cum filled you as he collapsed onto you being sure not to put his whole-body weight onto you.

Jungkook rolled you on top of him, cock still in you as he wrapped his arms around you embracing you close.

“I love you so much ______”

“And I love you too Jungkook”

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Hope you all enjoyed it! Any comments and feedback will be much appreciated! And i’m taking requests so, don't be shy, send one in 

lovies, please send through some requests 🤍 the ones i had previously got deleted when i got locked out of my account 😭 they don’t have to be from the prompt lists i just need ideas. i wanna start writing consistently again

Hii I would love to request a established relationship jk fic/Drabble in which jk and oc are married and oc is pregnant, she is in a sensitive period and gets tired and angry easily and although jk at first doesn’t seem to understand her but after figuring it out he tried to be there for her, comforts her and all that stuff

I’m not that articulate but I also found these in your promt list and thought it go well with what I’m trying to convey in my own words lol

1. “Why are you yelling at me?”

2. “I didn’t mean it! I swear!”

3. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

if u prefer it you can add smut !!

Jjajangmyeon Tuesdays 

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Husband AU

Warnings: language, over dramatic reader (again), implied smut, Y/N is a little mean :( 

Word count: 1.5k+

Summery: The one thing you look forward to it your husbands famous Jjajangmyeon on a Tuesday evening. But Jungkook will soon come to find out hormones, dissapointment and a hangry wife aren't a a good combo 

A/N: This was just a quick I thought id do while im still feeling creative~ Hope enjoy it 

Also, Fun fact! This is the same pairing as in my Office Buddies story. So in a way, this story is kind of a sequel 

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Not to be dramatic but this was the worst day of your entire life. Nothing can compare to how crappy you feel right now.

There you were in all your pregnant glory sat at a bus stop at 3pm in the pouring rain. You had not only just missed the bus and had to wait 35 minutes for the next one to arrive.

During your wait: three cars had splashed you, the old man next to you had commented that he thought you were just fat before he realised you were pregnant AND you had forgotten to buy the thing you came out for.

But there was one thing keeping you going. There was one tiny spark of light at the end of the tunnel: today was Tuesday.

Now, to anybody else, Tuesday is just a regular degular day but Tuesdays were your favourite days because it was the only day of the week that Jungkook had a half day at work and he would every Tuesday without fail, make you his moms famous Jjajangmyeon for dinner. And we’re not talking ordinary store bought Jjajangmyeon, oh no. This one was homemade with love and tasted as if God herself had hand crafted each and every tiny granule of flavour in that dish. The sauce was to die for and the thought of taking the first bite of those noodles made you want to cry. Plus, baby jeon seemed to like it too. Every Tuesday as you munched down on your favourite meal, baby Jeon kicked around in your tummy like they wanted to break free and eat it for themselves. The thought made you smile. You hoped baby Jeon would like it themselves when they tried it. You hope they liked all of Jungkook’s cooking.

Lately Jungkook had become quite the little chef indeed. Ever since he found out you were pregnant; he’s been so tender and gentle with you. Ensuring you had everything you need, making sure you felt safe and loved. His protectiveness had gotten completely out of hand. Like a few months ago, you went to lunch with your friend without telling him, only to have him call you in the middle of your meal to scold you as if you were a child! It was then that you had to have a firm chat with him. You let him now that even though you were pregnant you were still Y/N and Y/N had a life of her own outside of this baby that she was going to continue to live. You fought for your independence but you forgot that that meant you had to then BE independent. That’s how you got in this predicament. He had wanted to drive you to the store. He offered a million times but, no! You were adamant you could do it on your own. Now look at you. Cold, wet, insulted and swollen. Great.

But you kept your chin up cause you knew there would be Jjajangmyeon waiting for you.

1 hour and a sudden downpour later you trudged yourself up to your driveway resembling a sad wet cat. Shopping bags in hand you felt like you had reached the finish line of some kind of assault course. You chuckled as you placed your hand on the door, proud of your small victory. It was a shit day but you made it and your grand prize of your handsome husband and his famous Jjajangmyeon was waiting for you just on the other side of the door.

You pushed the door open ready to be greeted by the sweet aroma of black bean sauce and freshly cooked noodles but:

Nothing.

You couldn’t smell anything…

Okay, maybe he just has the kitchen door closed?

You walked through to your home past the living room. Your destination was the kitchen. You marched with purpose to see if your theory was correct and it was! The kitchen door was firmly closed.

You breathed a sigh of relief and headed upstairs.

You began to set your plan of action as you walked to your bedroom. You were going run yourself a nice bubble bath before indulging in the delightful meal you knew you were going to annihilate. Then maybe after dinner Jungkook would mind rubbing your feet cause it felt as if you were walking on 2 water balloons. You tried to look down at your feet to inspect the damage but you were met with the sight of this giant belly. God you were huge. You loved and hated being pregnant at the same time. You loved interacting with baby jeon already, you loved them more than life itself but you would be a big fat liar if you said that having this massive pregnancy bump wasn’t inconvenient and sometimes downright painful.

“Damn babe, are you okay? You should have called me before you left the mall! I would have come and picked you up. And I know, I know you’re gonna complain about your ‘independence’ but am I wrong for not wanting the love of my life and the mother of my child to walk home in the pouring rain”

As you stepped inside your room your thoughts were interrupted by your husbands barrage of words. The only thing you really caught was the sarcastic was he said ‘independence’ and that only soured your mood even further.

“Have you already finished making the Jjajangmyeon?” you asked, jumping strait to your main concern.

“Oh yeah, I forgot it was Tuesday hahah it completely slipped my mind. We can just order in tonight” he chirped with amusement lacing his tone.

He thought this was fucking funny?! Was he fucking serious!

“Jeon Jungkook are you kidding?! Your actually fucking joking, right?!” You yelled.

The amusement in his eyes switched to fear faster than you thought humanly possible. He could tell. He knew, you were enraged.

“Oop, using my full government name, that can’t be good” he joked attempting to lighten the mood but you were having none of it.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, do you know that! Today has been the worst fucking day of my life and your sat here laughing about the one thing that would have redeemed it. You don’t care about me at all, do you? God you are so useless, I ask you to do one thing and you cant even do that. The only fucking thing you seem to listen to is ‘don’t pull out’. Clearly you didn’t have a problem with that instruction”

“Why are you yelling at me?” he questioned attempting to understand where your sudden outburst had come from.

“Because the reason I’m in this mess is because of you! You’re the reason im swollen and in constant pain! You’re the reason people think I look like a whale. I hate you and I hate what you’ve done to my body!”

And soon as the last sentence left your lips you wished you could take them back. You had never said anything like that to him before. Your hands clasped over your mouth as if that could erase from the universe the cruel outburst that had just escaped your body,

Your glassy eyes looked into Jungkook’s eyes as he stared back into yours not even uttering a word but communicating to you how much that hurt him.

“Kookie I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! I swear!”

“I know you didn’t” he said in a hushed tone and this was enough to set you off.

Your barrier of rage crumble and the tears finally released themselves from your eyes. You sobbed out all of the frustration and pain you felt in this exact moment and in all the moment you felt this same way but kept it bottled inside.

Damn these hormones

Flood of tears streamed down your face and you felt familiar arms wrap around you and you melted into his embrace. You knew he had forgiven you but that can never excuse what you allowed yourself to say. Especially cause it wasn’t true, nothing you said about him was true. He was loving and attentive and caring. He was your Jungkook and he had kept his promise to be there for you during anything and everything and you loved him.

You stayed silently in his arms for what felt like forever. You wished it was.

“I love you kookie”

“I love you too Y/N”

Jungkook interrupted silent pause

“Also, can I just add, you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

You let out a bellowing laugh and gave him a light slap on his chest

“Im serious Y/N, ‘the only fucking thing you seem to listen to is ‘don’t pull out’ has to be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me. And it made me want to laugh because you’re acting like it was just an impulsive request but we both know you were BEGGING me to cum inside you”

“Jungkook!” You said incredulously.

Honestly, that’s all you could say because…it wasn’t like he was lying.

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That was fun! i really enjoyed writing that 🤍 forgive any spelling and or grammar mistakes, i literally wrote this at 3am 😂

- Ryeon （＾∇＾）

oh my gosh~ thank you so much for 500 notes 😭✨

Hi! Can I request prompts 3, 19, 27 with jungkook x female reader from the first list

I was thinking it could be yandere with angst and smut. If it could be around 3k ( it's okay if it's under or you go over ) I was picturing jungkook as more subby and basically the reader wants to break up with him because she found out he was the reason why she had no friends and why her family doesn't want anything to do with her. I imagine that she's fed up with him and his clinging and she wants her old life back. If he could be slightly aggressive but mainly just whiny.

I Can’t Stop You

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Yandere au, Husband Jungkook, Rich jK

Warnings: Not really any? Some slight cursing ig? jK is a huge dick

Word count: 3k+

Summery: You finally made the decision to leave your manipulative husband and he seems to take it pretty well...a little too well

A/N: Hiya, I know you wanted a whiney Jungkook but I got a little carried away and he's more psycho than whiny. Apologies but enjoy anyway

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3.“I can’t live without you… please, just stay”

19. “Please… just tell me you love me”

27. “Please come back! Please don’t leave me, I’m begging you!”

“I can’t live without you… please, just stay.”

This again.

When you had first met Jungkook, you were 19 you thought the brightness of the sun couldn’t even compare to him. He was your everything. Your guardian, protector, your best friend and the person you knew would do anything for you.

The first time he told you he loved you was after a fight you had had with your parents. Jungkook had forbade you from seeing you friends cause he had told you he was the only friend you needed and the ones you had were just using you. They didn’t understand him. They didn’t understand that he went through your phone just to check if anyone was bothering you, he was just trying to keep you safe. And they didn’t understand why you couldn’t go anywhere with your friends without letting him know, he was just being precautious. Jungkook told you that you were the rarest purity in the world. The most precious of gems and the most delicate of flowers. You were his little bird. Soft and fragile. And he would stop at nothing to keep you safe. From everyone. And your parents didn’t understand that.

He was tall and handsome. A teenage girls wet dream. Everyone at school wanted him but he wanted you. Only you. The dream boy that was good at every sport, academically excellent and extremely popular and his heart belonged to you. At the beginning he was a dream, he was your dream. But it was time for you to wake up now.

Now that the dream was shattered and the rose-coloured glasses discarded, you now saw him for exactly what he was. A complete fucking psycho.

Even now, you no longer recognised the man begging and pleading on his knees beneath you. You looked down as he clung to you, arms wrapped around your thighs, like a child would cling to their mother while pleading with her not to take them to school. The bright big brown bambi eyes that once held the universe were now bloodshot red and overflowing with crocodile tears. The veins in his head popping out due to the immense pressure of crying and his face had now flushed red. Snot began to bubble and run from his nose. God, was this really him the whole time? Of course, it was.

“Get off of me Jungkook. You promised me, you fucking promised me that you wouldn’t do this anymore! You swore that you would back off and let me see my friends again!”

“I did baby, I gave you spa- “

“You call following me to a restaurant, threatening my friends and bugging my phone giving me space?!”

He was silent. Only his hiccupping sobs broke the tension in the air.

You laughed with no hint of amusement in your tone as his muteness was the only response you needed.

“Y/N how the fuck do I know that they have good intentions? What kind of friends don’t contact you for 10 years and then just pop up out of nowhere? They have probably come grovelling back to you because of how successful and happy they’ve seen you become.”

Ah shit, here we go.

“Baby, your married to a billionaire now! You are married to one of the most influential people in the world and I’m just supposed to believe that they just so happened to wanna come back in your life now? I’m just trying to keep you saf- “

“No! No, you are not. You just want to keep me to yourself. You don’t want me to belong to anybody but you. You don’t want me to have freedom and space away from you cause you KNOW that the further I am away from you the more I will realise how empty you are. How controlling me and everyone else is the only thing that makes you feel even remotely human. But you’re not Jungkook. You’re crazy. I want to see my friends; I want to see my family! But I know I can’t as long as I’m with you”

“Don’t say that Y/N, I’ll do anything to make it up to you just please… just tell me you love me and I’ll make this all better”

“I-I don’t love you anymore. And I-I don’t want to be with you anymore”

You had finally said it. The thing you had thought for months but hadn’t yet dared say to him. You didn’t want to be with him anymore. And you were so proud of yourself for being brave enough to finally put it out there.

“Y-you don’t want to be with me anymore?”

His question hung in the air bathing in the silence of the room.

He turned his back to you. Still silent. No comeback. No crying. No rage. Just nothing. Your eyes level with his broad back.

Suddenly a humming chuckle broke the silence. You looked up to see your husbands shoulders shaking up and down. Why was he laughing?

“Are you serious? You don’t wanna be with me anymore? Is that right baby? Where could you possibly go?” Disbelief evident in his voice.

“Anywhere away from you is good enough for me.”

Again, silence engulfed the room. Usually during your fights Jungkook resumed begging and pleading until you gave in but not this time. This time he just looked at you. Deep into your eyes, searching every corner of your soul trying to see if there was genuine truth in your confession. And there was.

“If you really don’t want to be with me Y/N, I can’t stop you. I just want you to know that I love you and everything I do, have done and will do is because I love you”

With that, he walked over you. He stared into your eyes again trying to find at least a hint of indication that you weren’t serious but he could find none. He ran his had along the side of your cheek and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He then turned and he left your shared bedroom. Was that it? Was it really that easy?

You stood still in the middle of the room trying to process the events of what just happened. Were you really free?

You decided it wasn’t best to question anything, you began packing as soon as you snapped back into reality. The thoughts of being able to hug your family again came flooding back into your mind. It had been years since you had seen your parents, Jungkook had forbade you from seeing them because the only person that truly ever love you was him. As you shoved final t-shirts and underwear into your suitcases you took one final look at your shared room. The more you absorbed it the more disturbing the enormous white room felt. This minimalist room represented your relationship with Jungkook. Efficient, carefully put together and beautiful to look at but it was hollow and empty and filled to the brim with lies and components that had never been under your control. Jungkook had designed the room his self upon building the house. You had always hated it but at the time, you thought he knew best. He was your husband, he loved you and he knew what was best for both of you. What a crock of shit.

But no matter now. After years. You were free.

You descended the stairs to find him sitting on the sofa. Leg crossed over his thigh with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. You had to admit, he looked dangerously handsome with his arms spread across the back of the sofa like that. In front of him you noticed was a glass of gin.

He looked back as he heard your hesitant footsteps tip tap behind him on the marble floor.

“Wow, so you really are leaving me” He chuckled while sipping out of the glass already in his hand.

“I am. I’m sorry it had to end like thi- “

“Spare me the apologies little bird, I don’t think my heart could bear to hear it” he said half-heartedly as he dramatically clutched his chest.

You let out a soft giggle. As crazy as Jungkook was, there was a time where he was your world and you cared about him a great deal. You would be lying if you said you weren’t going to miss moments like this.

“C’mon baby, let’s have one drink for the road, shall we?”

“I don’t know Jungkook, I should probably head off. It’s getting la- “

“Baby, my wife just left me. Please have a bit of sympathy and drink with a wounded man” He joked.

“Okay, one drink”

Jungkook poured your drink and handed it to you. Fingertips brushing yours almost intentionally. The contact made you shiver, why did it feel like you were making a mistake?

“Cheers to…new and happier beginnings?”

“Cheers Jungkook”

You both touched glasses and downed your drinks. The liquid burned down your throat but you knew as soon as it hit your tongue something wasn’t right.

Almost instantaneously you felt light headed. Oh no. You headed towards the front door. You tried to run but it felt like every force on earth was working against you, each step to your freedom felt heavier and heavier. Your body began to tremble and your eyelids dropped, the sweet taste of the drug was slowly pulling you into the depths of sleep.

You awoke later completely disorientated. You looked around and after you had found your baring and cone to your senses, you had discovered you were in a bedroom. But this place wasn’t your home? This wasn’t your white room, this room was red. All th furniture was a deep shade of blood. The lighting was dim so it made the room look almost black. The sinister vibe of the room immediately made you want to get away.

You tried to get up but, you couldn’t. You looked around to find your arm and legs tied to the bed. This sent you into panic and you began to scream from the top of your lungs.

“Shh quieten down little bird. I’d say you might wake the neighbours but somehow, I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem”

“Jungkook, what the fuck is going on?! Untie me now!”

He leaned against the door frame directly in front of you and just stared at you. Expression blank and unreadable. You had never seen him like this before.

“Did you honestly think I’d just let you waltz right out of my life sweetheart? After everything I’ve done, did you really think I would give you up that easily? He said finally letting a snigger leave his lips.

“Where did you honestly think, you were going to go baby?” His small snicker now turned into a full-blown belly laugh. The snivelling timid creature he was just hours ago was now replaced by cackling maniac that now stood above you howling like an animal. The confidence your confession gave you had now faded and you felt tiny under his gaze.

“I was going to go to my sister’s house” You replied voice tight, throat burning with tears ready to spill from your eyes.

“Your sisters house? The house that her loving brother-in-law happens to pay for? Wouldn’t it be an awful shame if payments on that house just stopped going through? Imagine that. A single mother alone with 5 kids. But she’ll be fine right? The kids go to a pretty prestigious school, she just has to find a little apartment to stay in, right? Oh no, that’s right: you need to be in a certain zip code to attend those kinds of schools and I’m afraid the rent in that area is out of your sisters price range. Also, I imagine if the house payments stop so will the tuition for the school. What an unfortunate situation to put 5 children and a single parent in, wouldn’t you agree darling”

You looked at him with sheer horror.

“I don’t need you; we don’t need you. My sister will be just fine Jungkook. Don’t you see? We have something you will never understand. We have love and we have each other” You retorted feeling braver.

“Is that so. What would your dad think to this?”

His low tone sent shivers down your spine and the mention of your father made your blood run cold.

“You wouldn’t...”

“I think you both know I would sweetheart. Your father is being treated in a hospital I own. And you know baby, accidents happen in hospitals and it would absolutely break my heart if something happened to your father.”

Fear began to consume your body. All manner of scenarios ran through your head, all the possible ways Jungkook could hurt everyone you held dear. He wasn’t a psychopath; he was a monster.

“So, baby because I KNOW what’s best for you, I’m keeping you here until you prove that you can behave yourself. Also, don’t bother to scream, were in a pretty secluded area. I could do anything I want to you out hear and no one would hear a thing”

As you stared into his eyes you knew that wasn’t a threat, it was a promise.

“I have to go now baby; I have to pay a lovely man a hospital visit” he sang as he spun on his heels and walked away.

Panic now filled your body and you began to beg and plead for him not to leave.

“Please come back! Please don’t leave me here, I’m begging you! Jungkook please!”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you heard the door close. You could only sob and stare at the ceiling and wonder:

Why? Why did you have to choose Jeon Jungkook?

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A/N: This story went in a direction I wasn't really expecting and I don't know how I feel about it, let me know your thoughts lovies 

would you guys want a part 2 to ‘I Can’t Stop You’ ?

All my series’s are on hiatus at the moment but I am still taking requests, please feel free to send so some in!

jungkook's little wiggle

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This baby Jungkook is so cute 😭😭. I can't. My heart is gonna blust.

prepare yourself for 30 seconds of cuteness overload

INTERNATIONAL BABY BOY

𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

CANVAS WHISPERS || JJK (part01)

summery: the chapter sees you, from your point of view, trying with all your might to pass your painting exam for the umpteenth time, and failing. you fight the panic attack that assails you in every way, and you can't help but search your diary for some relief before your life is turned upside down.

genre: fanfiction, dark romance, jungkook!artist x art student oc

warnings: mention and description of panic attack; y/n is kinda depressed and feels alone most of the time

rating: 18+, minor do NOT interact

word count: 2,3k

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Y/n's pov I felt so overwhelmed. All I could do was sigh in front of that canvas, but not one of those sighs that throws out everything you have inside. A sigh choked, heartbroken, full of ghosts and horror, everything I hide from others.

I always managed to do it, no one ever knew how much I was suffering: no matter how difficult it was, people were convinced I was just a spoilt snob with a stench under my nose.

They think daddy keeps the flat I live in. They envy me because I already live alone. How would they know?! The reality is quite different.

The truth is that I have not lived all this time. I have always felt at fault in front of others, at fault for experience, for skills, for tenacity and spontaneity.

I saw everyone emerge in life, smiling, shouting, snickering, simply living. While I was compulsorily confined to my house to study, the maid was under orders to make sure I didn't get my ass out of the chair.

For goodness sake, rich parents, with a prestigious career behind them, but with the emotional sense of an ant.

I, their only child, had always been designed as an extension of themselves, with the sole intention of carrying out what they had planned for me from the day of my conception.

I had to live in function of them.

One day, things simply changed or maybe simply my heart broke into a thousand sharp pieces like glass thrown through a wall.

My heart ached, my teeth were gritted, my hands clenched into a fist and my eyes ice cold as they tried to hold back all the tears that threatened to spill out.

It was my graduation day. Parents and children rejoiced around me while my parents scolded me because I had failed to give a valedictory speech worthy of note.

I had the merit of being the best in school and they had chosen me for that important moment, they thought I could set an example, but I was losing a piece of me, every second that passed.

How could I be an example to kids who expected me to have a clear idea of what my future would be?

They would have wanted hope, long-lost emotion.

They thought I could give them support, which I never received.

They all had high, high expectations of me. They all took it for granted that I would make it.

But I wouldn't.

So that very night I ran away. I ran away from my parents and their impositions for me to attend medical school. With all the strength my legs could muster, I disappeared from that world that terrified me. I began to seek escape from that life that did not belong to me.

I ruffled some clothes, some personal effects, some courage, a lot of money from the safe, and my diary in which my soul had always wandered in pain.

The night after my graduation I hadn't slept a wink. The panic attacks wouldn't stop surfacing, cutting into my heart. My eyes was dry and red and my shaggy hair was the result of what my panicked hands had done.

I was a mess. Everything around me was.

And yet perfection had been imprinted in my skin. It had been instilled in me so thoroughly that I didn't know what it meant to deviate, to make a small stop at something unharmonious.

I knew for sure what balance, what harmony was. From the outside that's all I expressed. But inside? What was inside me? Was something there?

With nothing but the complete knowledge that I wanted to run away from my life, I decided to embrace the only part of my heart that I protected, the only reason to run away, to live.

That part of my heart that I guarded with all my might, waiting one day to open its doors and let it intoxicate me. It was a dream I had carried with me since I was very young.

I thought art could save me. And so I decided to pursue my dream.

I was more of an unexpressed grip dictated by a whirlwind of emotions felt when looking at paintings.

I saw in art the vent I had never been able to express. The only moments of leisure that my adolescence could ever give me were the walks along those enchanted corridors of museums, accompanied by the caretaker.

Each painting carried with it a story. The artist had it, the captured subject too, whether it be a person or a landscape.

Every artist has a past they try to elude, but it tends to explode in their works. I admired this ability of theirs, and it's what propelled me towards my dream.

But my dream is a paradox.

In fact, I find myself in the final year of college by a hair's breadth. The truth is, throughout my life, I've excelled only in studying, so the theoretical and critical part has been a walk in the park for me. Certainly, I can't say the same for the practical aspect.

Regarding drawing, thanks to the discipline I've been taught, I managed to get by, although I always tend to draw rigid, broken shapes. That canvas has never had the pleasure of feeling my hand soften, flow on its rough texture, and create soft sketches to be carried away by.

Painting, on the other hand, seems like something that doesn't belong to me, and that's why I've often thought about abandoning this path, wondering if it's really the right one for me.

Perhaps the pride of not giving in to my parents or the shame I would feel if I gave up... something has kept me holding onto this dream.

Yet, it's the third time I find myself in the same classroom, with the same teacher but different students who are progressing in their university careers. For the third time, I'm retaking the painting exam, knowing for sure that I won't pass it this time either.

Only this exam is standing between me and concluding this race towards my new life. To say that I've made it. But with each attempt, I'm becoming more discouraged.

And there, the bell interrupts my thoughts. On that canvas, only the anxiety of the past hour spent staring at it after a few red and orange lines were imprinted on its rough surface.

I resign myself to the disapproving look of my professor, to the satisfied faces of the students who have just finished their splendid works.

I feel a lump in my throat, a heaviness starting from my heart. An impending panic attack: I sense everything around me spiraling, and my lungs gasp for a bit of fresh air instead of the smell of paint.

In a hurry, I grab my tempera colors, my bag, and my brushes. I run through the hallways, dash down the stairs, and see the exit.

I cross it and seek refuge in the campus garden, right behind the tree that has protected my outbursts, held my secrets, and my fears for three years.

That liberating run had turned into a sharp cry, and a breath that struggled to be expelled.

Once again, hands clenched into fists, long nails breaking into my palm, leaving evidently marked signs. Those marks often left scars in situations where neither my body nor my mind could bear it. That moment fell into that category.

It was all too much – every single emotion, every breath, it was all too suffocating. I always felt like I was drowning in front of hundreds of spectators who helplessly watched me.

I heard a group of students approaching to talk, and I couldn't stay there, so I tried to wipe away the tears and headed towards my apartment. Now I just wanted to go home, lock myself in those four walls where I felt protected. Scream with all the breath my lungs would allow and throw myself into bed.

So, I walked towards the avenue where my apartment was, right nearby. That day Seoul was very windy, and no hat was enough to shield me from that icy wind.

I fumbled my way towards my front door, pushed by that strong breeze when my attention was drawn to a flyer floating in the air. The cardboard was red, and even from a distance, it was clear it had been crumpled.

I chased it for a few meters until it settled on the doormat in front of my building. I picked it up without a second thought.

Now, as I could observe it more closely, I noticed how intense that red was, almost soaked in blood, so powerful was the intensity of that color.

As the wind showed no signs of stopping, I put that flyer in my pocket and headed towards my apartment.

It was quite dark and cold, devoid of any enrichment. Too dull for a girl in her twenties.

But it reflected what I was: nothing special, nothing extravagant; just order, rigidity, and emptiness. That's what I was!

I sighed as soon as I put on my slippers. Now, I had to cook something to eat, or I would die of hunger... so I rushed to the pantry to grab instant noodles. I just wanted to eat them in bed.

And so I did, but as usual, I ended up staining the sheets with the broth and found myself late at night waiting for that terrible stain to dry.

The only thing I could do, instead of waiting in the cold outside the blankets, was to take a hot shower. And here I was.

I slipped into the bathroom and slowly peeled off those warm, thin layers of fabric that had been enveloping me until just now.

The water began to run in the shower and steam made its way into the small room, soon blurring the view.

I let myself be shattered by that cascade of insistent drops, letting all the negative thoughts that had gripped me during the day flow down the drain.

I lay still for a while under that boiling jet and began to think about what I had so much wanted to confess to my diary that night.

As soon as my fingers became wrinkled, I knew it was time to get out of that shower and dry myself properly. I was quick and eager to jump in bed and write.

Dear diary, my mind needs to escape from yet another frustrating day that had only hurt me.

You're my safety space where I can feel free to scream at my soul that I shouldn't shut myself in even more.

All my life, everyone around me made me feel different, out of the ordinary, with something wrong.

My parents were the first: they always clipped my wings, I was asphyxiated by that crystal bowl they had locked me in. They stifled every single hold I had on my imagination.

Now I find myself alone and without the possibility of being able to say that I have experienced what it means to be loved. Nor to love.

Society has made me feel like an outcast, a little virgin saint who is afraid to be fucked.

Let's be clear, and I know I will find the approbation of yours if I'll say that we live in a society where if you don't have sex, people don't accept you; you're the outcast of the situation.

But people can't understand. People don't try to understand.

People don't know how much they can scare, how terrifying it is for someone to open up to them. They don't know how difficult it is for others to understand, empathize with your emotions. They don't know how much it hurts to see these emotions trampled upon.

I would love, once in my life, to experience human warmth. To discover the impulse that drives one person to embrace another, to give them love, to kiss them, to accept every single aspect of them.

To love them, hate them, and then return to admire them, as if that person was the essence of the other's life.

I aspire to find a love that makes me feel alive. I want to feel a whirlwind of emotions. I crave to be overwhelmed by a wave of uncontrollable passion.

I wish to be dragged into hellish oblivion by two hands that are able to show me only heaven.

That pair of hands that I dream of every night, imagine wandering all over my body, doing things to me that I could never fully imagine.

Those fingers touching me, first gently, letting me burn with a slow fire; then with an innate strength.

I let them tear my soul apart, possess it like the most precious thing in this world.

I would let him ruin me, consume me.

Consume my skin, flake my lips, dip my neck, my breasts, my inner thigh with bruises of love, intense shades of red and purple.

I would be his.

But who is that man who in my dreams lets me surrender to him? Whose soul will steal mine? Whose skin will I mark with my nails? Whose lips will tear mine in bites?

I will find those eyes that will love me and tear my clothes off with just a glance. I will find those hands that will possess every single inch of my body.

I will find you.

Yours, Y/n.

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