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☆ Calm After The Storm || BTS 0t7 x F!reader ¤ Hybrid AU
^ Slow burn, trauma, violence, fluff (in some parts), Owner to friends to lovers??, violence, gore, mature themes, profanity, Italian character oc, Hybrid BTS, Human reader.
{KIM NAMJOON}
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{KIM SEOKJIN}
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{MIN YOONGI}
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{JUNG HOSEOK}
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{PARK JIMIN}
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{KIM TAEHYUNG}
☆ My Beloved Idol || Taehyung x F!reader ft Jimin x F!reader ¤ Idol AU. Coming Soon...
^ Mild mature themes, sasaeng accusations, mixed character (korean/Black. Blasian), Hate, one sided love, arranged marriage, jealousy, fluff-ish, cruel Taehyung, F!OC is filthy rich.
{JEON JUNGKOOK}
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*STANDALONE*
☆ Mentality Of The Heart || Dark romance ¤ WMBW/BWWM
^ M!OC is Italian, F!OC is Black, mentions of violence, child trauma and abuse, mental illness, psychiatrist, secrets, past trauma, trigger content, mild sexual themes, deranged past medical staff, cohabitation, manipulation, multi-personality, sweet scenes (here and there).
*SERIES*
A Vampire's Mate || Fantasy Romance. Coming Soon...
Vampire M!OC, Human F!OC, vampires, witches and wizards, hybrids, mythical creatures, inter-species romance, age gap, mild mature themes, violence, betrayal, curse, reincarnation, century love.
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Sweater Weather
pairing; jungkook x f!reader
genre; fluff
rating; PG-13
warnings; cursing, bad weather, bad friends, and just a kind koo
w/c; 1,684
a/n; just a cute lil something for my bias (if you haven’t guessed it already). like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps motivate this writer. feel free to send in your own requests. this is a repost from my old account.
this is part one, read part two here.
You should’ve learned by now to never trust what the weather man tells you.
“Today is going to be at a high of 88, nothing but sunny weather today, folks! Wear sunscreen!”
Yeah, bullshit.
You inwardly cursed at yourself for being so naive. Especially now that you were walking alone, at night, in the rain, wearing nothing but a cute white dress you found the other day, thinking that today would be a perfect day to debut it for the first time.
With pursed lips, and hair matted to your face, you tightened your arms around your chest as you tried your best to cover up the see through material. Looks like you were SOL when it came to people viewing your underwear, but there’s not much you can do about it now. You only hoped there wasn’t some pervert you would run across tonight. Scowl on your face, the only thing you were thankful for was wearing your chunky, white boots that are able to withstand the rain and various deep puddles you had to walk through to get to your end destination — the bus stop.
*******
Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, Jungkook’s eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the rain that was pouring down around him as he stood underneath the bus stop shelter.
He realized the hard way to never trust a drunk friend to secure you a ride home.
So there he was, at almost 11 o’clock at night, shivering his ass off. His breath came out in puffs of smoke, before disappearing into nothing. His glasses kept fogging up from the humidity of the day despite there being rain. And he waited, for the one friend he could trust to pick him up so late at night, his roommate.
Out of his peripheral, he could see something white appear from the harsh cover of the rain. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t only semi panicking, imagining that he was seeing the ghost of a ‘white lady’. He swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing due to the action, shrinking in on himself in hopes of not being seen by the white specter.
Just as he did so, did the figure suddenly pick up it’s pace towards the bus shelter and him.
Oh shit.
*******
Squinting through the rain, as the rain drops lashed at your skin in piercing waves, you finally saw the end in sight. Not noticing the figure in all black, you practically sprinted the rest of the way to the bus shelter and only hoped you hadn’t missed the last bus ride home. That would’ve been the perfect end to your already perfect day, you thought sarcastically.
Upon making it underneath the awning, you finally closed your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. As much as you loved your boots, they were not meant to be worn for such long distances, and your feet were killing you. Unable to stop shivering, you bit on your bottom lip to prevent the chattering of your teeth that you wanted so badly to do.
Jungkook let out his own quiet sigh of relief into the confines of his hoodie when he realized that the white figure was actually just another victim of the unsuspecting weather. And definitely not a ghost, as far as he knew. His nose scrunched at the aforementioned thought, lip ring rising with his lips, and brows raising into his hairline, as a shiver of his own went down his spine. Nothing like how your poor body was shivering, however, which made Jungkook glance at you out of worry.
Further inspecting your shaking figure, he noticed your white dress was soaked through, as his ears turned red and cheeks became tinted a light pink. He’s a guy, and you’re attractive, what do you expect?
Suddenly feeling guilty about being warm in his hoodie, he came up with a solution.
He would give you his.
He just hoped that you didn’t find it creepy.
*******
You tried your best not to stare at the lone, all black, figure next to you, who you envied for being smart enough to wear or bring an article of clothing to help rid of the rain and still stay warm.
Not one for small talk, or speaking to strangers in general, you didn’t offer anything other than silence. Better to be cautious, than taken advantage of, you like to say.
It was a light tap on your shoulder that shook you out of your depressive reverie, making you turn your head at break neck speed towards the silhouette next to you, fists raised even though you knew for a fact you had no idea how to fight. His hands rose in defense, as he stuttered out his reasoning for breaking your personal bubble in a haste.
Your eyes softened when you saw he was holding out his hoodie towards you with an extended hand that you could see was adorned with various tattoos, no longer wearing the warm hoodie himself.
“Sorry,” he smiled at you sheepishly, cheeks tinted a light shade of red. “I should’ve said something, instead of just tapping you. My bad. But uh, here–,” not wanting to invade your personal space even more, he just opted to slightly, and awkwardly, bend his body towards you as a way of extending his arm out further, the hoodie now dangling in front of your chest. “You need this more than I do.”
“Are you–,” your voice cracked, from not being used in awhile, which made your own cheeks become tinted and mirror his. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! Do you mind if I–,” still in his awkwardly, bent position, he opened the hoodie up enough for you to easily slink your head and arms inside. A situation you happily took advantage of.
You couldn’t help the way you sighed loudly in content, your body now encased and drowning in the kind strangers large and long hoodie. The end of the sweater reaching far pass your knees, making it look as if you’re wearing nothing but the hoodie. Immediately, you inhaled the musky, yet comforting aroma with closed eyes and smiled for the first time since it started to rain.
Opening your eyes, you turned your body to the big hearted, or just morally correct, male in front of you. Underneath the hoodie they wore just a plain, white, long sleeved shirt. A tiny logo rested above the heart that you couldn’t quite make out, but you had no doubt in the tight, black, skinny jeans he wore, that he was now just as cold as you were, if not worse.
And now it was you who felt bad.
Seeing the conflict in your eyes, Jungkook lifted his phone up in front of your face to show you a notification he just received. It was his roommate letting him know that he was five minutes out and would see him soon.
“My friend is going to be here any second, so I won’t need it. Don’t worry about me, okay?” His warm smile melted you, and made your whole body heat up with his gentle tone. It was funny that he was trying to console you, and not the other way around.
It was nice to feel cared for, even if it was by someone you didn’t even know.
Sure enough, right on schedule, headlights blared through the rain to stop in front of the bus stop. It was the mystery male’s ride home. You don’t know why, but your heart sank into your stomach upon the fact that soon you’d be left alone underneath this bus stop, and would no longer be in the company of the stranger.
Looks like the male shared the same sentiment, as a small smile appeared on his face. Sucking his lip between his teeth, he went to offer you a ride home, yet stopped himself when the tall tale sign of a bus honking caught his attention.
Your eyes widened at the sudden sound as well, and you two stared at each other with bated breath. His friend rolled down the passenger window from the drivers side and leaned over to yell at the male in front of you, voice laced with impatience.
“Yo! Jungkook! Hurry, man! It’s raining cats and dogs, plus the bus is going to need to park here. Let’s go.”
Jungkook made the split second decision to step closer to your no longer shaking form, which for that, he’s grateful to have helped. Pulling a pen out from his back pocket, one he kept on him along with a small notebook incase inspiration struck him for lyrics to a new song, he gently held your wrist to pull the sleeve of his hoodie up enough to write on your arm.
Giving you the ‘call me’ sign with his hand, a sideways spin off of the surfer’s sign, accompanied by a cheeky wink, he hunched over with one arm over his head to attempt to shield the rain that still kept pouring down without remorse, yanking the car door open to clamber inside and sit in the passenger seat, swiftly slamming said door once he was fully in. The action making his driver friend scold him, but he didn’t pay any mind.
Waving at you with a bunny toothed grin, as he adjusted his glasses back onto his nose, the car sped off as the window slowly began rolling back up, and you watched until you could no longer see the reflection of the taillights that bounced off the street lights in a rhythmic pattern.
As the bus came to a full stop in front of you, the doors swinging open with an airy ‘swoosh’, you looked down at your still uncovered forearm with a coy smile and read the hastily scrawled note he wrote, and miraculously fit.
Jeon Jungkook
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
Call me so I can get my hoodie back and a date with you
Pls and thank you ;)
PS - Unless ur a ghost, then u can keep it
Bikini Weather
pairing; jungkook x female!reader
genre; angst, fluff, humor, established relationship
rating; PG-13
warnings; lots and lots of kisses, jealousy in the form of insecurity, reader is body positive yet her own worst critic, koo only has eyes for reader and loves to remind her
w/c; 2,520
a/n; ask and you shall receive. here is the opposite of ‘sweater weather’, bikini weather! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keeps this writer motivated. feel free to send in your own request for future writings! this is a repost from my old account.
this is part two, read part one here.
Your sunglasses that were once perched on your head, now sat on the bridge of your nose in order to block out the blazing rays of the sun on this record breaking, hot day of 102°. The sand underneath your toes felt soft, yet crunchy at the same time. A cool, light breeze had your hair blowing sideways that you decided to keep down for the moment, scrunchie ready and on hand around your wrist. The water was calm enough to be safe for those that just wanted to play in the water, but still garnished big enough waves for surfers to ride comfortably behind the scattered swimmers. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, which meant you were going to need help lathering sunscreen on your skin by your ever helpful and willing boyfriend — Jungkook.
Ironically, when you first met Jungkook two years ago, it was raining. The complete opposite of how the weather is today.
Your outfit was soaked through, your feet hurt, and you cursed the weatherman that lied to you that very same morning when it randomly started to downpour on your unsuspecting, very unprepared, head. Apparently, Jungkook had more of an affinity with weather than you did, and could tell by the clouds alone that there was a slight chance of rain, making the wise choice of wearing casual, but warm clothes, just incase.
He quite literally saved your ‘cute ass’, his words not yours, from dying of hypothermia that day by giving you his oversized hoodie to wear while you waited with him under the bus stop awning for the rain to let up. Spoiler alert, it never did. And right as he was about to offer you a ride when his showed up before yours, the bus came. So, due to his quick thinking, he wrote down his name and number on your arm with a note that offered you to call him if interested in going out on a date. If you weren’t a ghost, that is. You never failed to tease him for that, and always attempted to jump scare him whenever possible. It was a running joke between you two at this point.
Deciding to call him the next day and schedule a date, the rest, as they say, was history.
*******
Jungkook was strides ahead of you, Go-Pro in hand, as he walked through the various beach goers to get a closer view of the vast ocean that lay in front of him. He told you prior to coming, that he didn’t want to miss a single thing on this little getaway trip with you, seeing as lately it’s been very few and far between for you two to have a moment to yourselves. You personally didn’t mind the idea, and in fact, you encouraged it.
Hiking up the bag of supplies and goodies alike that weighed you down with its thick shoulder strap that was secured on your shoulder, your feet sinking deeper than usual into the sand from its added weight, you slowly trailed behind the eager, doe eyed, male with a huff.
“A little help would be nice!” You hollered at his matching Hawaiian flower themed short sleeve shirt and swim trunk wearing figure.
“Sorry, sorry!”
Walking briskly toward your heaving figure, he immediately took over in securing the weighted bag onto his own shoulder, and it made you only semi angry when you saw how he held it with so much ease.
Stupid big, sexy, muscles.
“Geez, baby. What did you pack in this thing?” He jested at you playfully, reaching out to grab your hand with his unoccupied one to guide you to a spot he deemed as perfect for your beach day.
“The essentials, you know? Blanket, towels, food, drinks, sun block for your pale skin—,” his scoff next to you is what cut you off, as you snicker in amusement at his reaction.
“Says the one who looked like a literal ghost when I first saw her from how pale she is.” He retorted playfully, knocking his elbow into your side.
You rolled your eyes at the constant reminder of your first meeting that never fails to come up in discussion one way or another. As he came to a stop, he let the heavy bag drop surreptitiously onto the hot sand and let go of your hand to dig through and find the large beach blanket you packed. Holding it up in victory with a cheesy, bunny toothed smile, you grab one end of the blanket without needing being told to help him lay it out evenly.
Once the blanket is down, do you both plop your butts on top with a content sigh as you stare out into the vast open ocean in front of you, allowing the natural sounds around you from the ocean and people alike to lull you into a meditative state. One that’s broken by the volleyball that rolled in between you from a game being played not too far away from your spot of choice.
A tall, perfectly curved, barely there bikini wearing, long haired, bright smiled woman that looks about the same age as you two, bounds up next to the blanket on the side where Jungkook currently sits. She’s close, so close in fact, that you’re able to make out the butterfly tattoo designed in intricate detail that lays directly in between her rather large sized breasts. The tip of the wings that only slightly curve against them, look as if they’re moving from the way they bounce when she jogs over.
With a sickeningly sweet voice she asks for it back, and even has the nerve to bend over with her hands on her knees to jut her boobs out in your boyfriend’s equally as flustered and surprised face. He glances at you out of his peripheral and you see the way his Adam’s apple bobs from nervousness. Your eyes narrow into slits as you dare him to look anywhere but the beach goer female’s face.
He’s smart. He knows better. So, instead of greeting the female, he angles his body in your direction more.
“Baby? You wanna grab the volleyball for—,”
“Hey! No worries, man. I’ll grab it–,”
What looks to be the male version of the female struts over in a Speedo and unabashedly makes his way to the front of your beach blanket to bend over and pick up the volleyball himself. As he’s straightening himself up, Jungkook notices how his eyes rake over your own oblivious bikini clad figure as he flashes you a pearly white smile.
“You two should join us. We could use a few more players.”
You and Jungkook spare a side long glance at each other, and you both answer them at the same time.
“No, thank you.”
“Nah, we’re good.”
The unexpected duo just shrug your responses off with indifference and make their way back to the previously paused game and continue as if they weren’t just trying to bait you with ulterior motives and admittedly, very fit bodies. The female’s specifically made you glance at your not fit figure with a purse of your lips.
Jungkook saw you staring at your stomach and assumed you were hungry.
“Want to eat some lunch? I made sure to make your favorite sandwiches! With extra pickles this time.” His wide smile slowly melted off his face when you didn’t react to his previous words. That was a red flag in his book, knowing you absolutely loved extra pickles on almost all your food.
You were lost in a self criticizing world of your own, eyes finding various spots and sections on your body that you deemed to be flaws in this cruel world that wanted to do nothing but depict the concept of what perfection should look like.
His words sounded like as if you were underwater, yet you were no where near it. It wasn’t until he placed a hand on your lower back that it woke you from your reverie. Along with his hand was a cooling sensation that made goosebumps appear on your skin.
You blinked a few times, head turning in an attempt to see what exactly your boyfriend was doing. His hands glided all around your back and made their way towards your tensed up shoulders that he gently massaged as he lathered the white, creamy, decently smelling, sunblock on you. Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
“Koo? I thought we were going to eat?”
“If we swim first, we’ll work up a better appetite and not cramp up while in the water.”
“Oh, okay.”
He squirted more sunblock into his hands and rubbed them together before placing them on your arms as he kneeled in between your legs on the blanket, his body effectively blocking the sun for a moment as his figure loomed over yours. Angling his body in a way to block not only the sun, but also potential prying eyes, he changed course from your shoulders and down to your chest, making quick work of the skin that was visible. Hunching over, he then moved on to your sides and stomach, the current area of choice for his sunblock assault made you reflexively suck in your stomach as much as you could to feel more attractive.
His eyes flickered to yours at this, though you were pointedly looking over his shoulder at the ocean water when he did so. Maneuvering his body further down the blanket, he didn’t say a word about it, choosing to finish the task of your legs and feet before bringing up the topic. He grunted out a sound of concentration as he made sure to lather every nook and cranny, taking pride that whenever he was the one to do the deed for you, it never failed to result in you not being sunburnt.
“You’re beautiful, you know.”
Your eyes snap to his waiting ones, him still kneeling between your legs as he rubs the excess sunblock on his own visible skin. Helping him like he helped you, you squirted some sunblock on your hands and began lathering what skin you could reach from your position. Within no time, you both were ready for the water.
His hands grab yours once he’s up on his feet to pull you up with him. The ocean kisses the sand of the beach not too far ahead from you, and he leads you towards it, letting go of your hand once you can feel the water rush over your bare feet on the now cool sand to get the Go Pro ready yet again.
While he’s fiddling with the settings, he throws another unexpected compliment your way.
“I love that color on you, it makes your eyes pop in the best way.”
You tug the sunglasses that were perched on your nose down as you look at him over the frames. He’s still not looking at you, and your lip twitches as you fight the smile that wants to form. Of course he would notice that you were in one of your icky moods, and this was his usual way of plucking you out of it without directly confronting you about it. He knows you don’t do well with confrontation.
“Alright. This looks good.”
He nods his head in response to his statement and maneuvers the camera lens in your direction. You hear the shutter as he clicks picture after picture of your shy face that gradually gets less covered from Jungkook fighting you on pushing your hands away from hiding your face. In the last shot, you finally reward him with a wide smile from how much the whole scenario has made you laugh.
He gives a fist pump upon reviewing the pictures and plants a sloppy, wet, kiss on your lips.
“You’ve got a face for a smile, you know?”
You shove your flushed face into his chest as you mumble a half hearted ‘shut up’ into it. His chest rumbles underneath your embarrassed face as he plants kiss after kiss on top of your head, eyes closing as he inhales the notes of lavender and vanilla that permeates from your hair, and he sighs in content cause it’s just so you.
With the Go Pro securely attached to his wrist, he gives your ass a light tap to get your attention – it works. Looking up at him from your position on his chest, his eyes are holding the ever slightest hint of mischief in them. When you tense up, he knows you’re getting suspicious and decides to execute his hidden plan of action.
Swiftly, and effortlessly, he bends down to secure one of his arms along the back of your knees and one behind your back, shifting you so you’re being carried bridal style. Not giving you a chance to react, he’s sprinting you both into the small, crashing waves and you’re holding onto your sunglasses and his neck for dear life as you’re shrieking in both delight and fear. He gives a loud ‘whoop’ as he careens you both until you’re fully immersed underneath the clear, blue water – and, even then – he refuses to let go of you.
Both of your eyes open under the water, your sunglasses now off and clutched in your hand, and you give each other closed mouth smiles as various bubbles rise up to the surface from your noses, a sign to other beach goers and lifeguards alike that you haven’t, in fact, drowned. For a moment, you hear nothing, and it’s just you and Jungkook. The seconds feel like hours as you both savor the blissful descent. Out of nowhere, he surges forward to give you a kiss under water, and you’re chuckling into it as he tickles your sides, the Go Pro light blinking as it captures the core memory of you two for years to come.
Your heads burst out of the water as you suck in a much needed breath of fresh, crisp, air. Your arm is still secured around his neck, and due to his blessed height, your body is half in and half out of the water that twinkles beneath the sun’s reflective rays.
“Jeon Jungkook, you’re lucky I love you.”
You lightly smack his chest in reproach, not mad in the least bit – or, sad, you come to realize with a feeling of sheer warmth emanating within your chest despite the coldness of the water around you.
“I am lucky you love me, you’re right.” His gaze is serious, voice resolute, and for once you don’t shy away from his loving words – you embrace them, let them encompass you in light and love that you know you deserve.
“Scratch that, I’m in love with you, you big cheese ball.”
He nuzzles his nose with yours and gives you his signature bunny toothed smile.
“Who would’ve thought that a little rain could bring so much joy?”
You hum in agreement.
“You can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.”
He snorts in amusement.
“Now who is the cheesy one?”
“I learn from the best.”
Late Night Talking
synopsis; in which it’s late, but it doesn’t stop you two from having some fun — both innocent and not.
pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader
genre; fluff
rating; PG-13
warnings; suggestive dialogue
w/c; 1,859
a/n; it’s been awhile. hope u like it. not edited.
Your toes dip into the heated pool as you lean back on the palm of your hands, head tilted up to gaze at the inky, black sky that houses a plethora of twinkling stars. For a moment, you allow your eyes to close, basking in the soft breeze that flows over you, hear the rustles of the leaves from a tree off in the distance, listen to the dull padding of bare feet on the smooth concrete that outlines the large infinity pool you’re sitting on the edge of as they get closer to your relaxed form, and just when you think he’s going to take a seat next you — your lips curling into a knowing smile in anticipation — you realize you were utterly wrong.
The padding of feet quicken, yes, getting closer to you, yes, only to disappear as soon as they arrived, a loud ‘SPLASH’ accompanied by a rather generous amount of water spraying on your unexpected form. A shocked gasp escapes your parted lips as you squeeze your eyes together, rubbing the water out of them only to open them a second later. Once they focus, you’re able to see the culprit as they pop up for air underneath the water, shaking their head like a wet dog and allowing you to get even more wet.
Your eyes narrow into slits, and puffs of laughter leave his mouth as he waddles his way in the water to you, smoothing his hair down with his hands attempting to tame his long locks, he uses his body to naturally part your closed thighs, hands coming to land on the thick of each one.
Water droplets fall in cascade off of him, and you squeal in detest when he suddenly lurches forward to capture your lips with his, leaning his drenched torso against your once dry one, the white oversized shirt of his your wearing becoming nearly transparent when he pulls away with a mischievous grin, eyes darting to your black, lacy bra that became exposed underneath the fabric due to his actions.
You cross your arms over your chest in defiance, bottom lip jutting out that he wraps his lips around once again with a gentle tug, hands slowly sliding up your thighs to grab onto your love handles and you twitch when his thumbs dig into a well known ticklish spot of yours.
“Jeon Jungkook!” You say in between exhales of laughter, him only stopping when you begin to whine, tummy tightening from the amount of exertion you give out from laughing so hard and you clench your thighs around him with a half playful, half serious threat. “I’m going to pee all over you if you don’t stop!”
“Okay, okay! I’ll stop.” He finally relents, and turns around in your hold, his head now comfortably leaning back to use the valley between your breasts as a pillow. Your arms fold around him as you give up on being dry, tucking his head underneath your chin as his fingers dance lightly up and down your arms to gaze with you up at the stars once again.
When you’re not looking up at the stars, your line of sight shifts to the city lights on the horizon, and if you strain your hearing enough you may just be able to hear the muffled honking of car horns, or envision the restless chatter of a place that never sleeps.
Moments like this come few and far between in your relationship, and for this night in particular, you’re extremely grateful to hold him within your arms — to feel the curve of his body, feel the warmth and weight of him as he relaxes against you, smell his usual shampoo he uses, listen to his voice that softly sings along to a random song on a playlist he turned on not too long before he came out here to accompany you, and you just allow all that is him to fill your senses.
He feels you slouch against him, tighten your hold, and he smiles to himself — his hands now rubbing up and down your thighs lazily, lightly — alternating between rubbing and drawing abstract images upon your skin that pop into his mind as he daydreams about you and his future with you.
When he stops singing, it takes you a minute to realize, having gotten lost in his touch that makes you sleepy, your eyelids on the verge of fluttering close, but you will them not too, wanting to prolong this bliss for just a bit more.
“What are you thinking about, lovey?”
The warmth of your breath that tickles the top of his head as you speak, is a sharp contrast with the rest of his chilled body that still remains half out of the water, and it makes him shiver.
“Mostly about you.”
You chuckle lightly, chest heaving that makes his head bounce a little against your chest.
“Mostly, huh? What else are you thinking about then?”
“Alright, you got me. Just about you. Now that you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind.”
You hum. The vibration flows through you, gently massaging the back of his neck. He gives your thighs a light tap, twisting in your grip to face you again. He nuzzles your collarbone, the neckline being too big means that it always falls down one shoulder, not that he’s complaining of course. The light smell of chlorine invades his nostrils, and his nose crinkles in disgust.
“You smell like chlorine now, I hate it.”
You snort, amused. Gripping the sides of his face with your hands, you pull him up to you and kiss the tip of his nose, and this time when it crinkles it’s cause he’s smiling so wide.
“Now, who’s fault is that? Cause I certainly didn’t plan to smell like chlorine now, did I?” You tease him, hands falling to caress either side of his neck and he smiles sheepishly at you, face guilty but not remorseful, judging by the laughter you can see dance inside his eyes.
“I know a way we can get rid of that problem.” His tone is light, airy, suggestive.
Your brows raise, head tilting to the side as you eye him with a wary look. His hands grip the edge of your wet shirt, tugging it up above your waistline, and his cool hands dip beneath the soaked material to meet your skin, floating up your sides, only stopping when his thumbs meet the bottom of your ribcage.
“Oh? How so?” Your voice is tight, strained — and you would be lying to yourself if you said that your mind didn’t immediately drop into the gutter of spicy imagery involving you both. Your breath hitches when his large hands make their way up, grabbing two handfuls of your clothed breasts, giving them a subtle squeeze. He leans up, hair tickling the side of your face, breath fanning over your ear as he whispers four words.
“Do you trust me?”
Not even a second later.
“Yes.” Your reply is broken, but it’s all he needs to hear, and then he does the unthinkable — pulls you into the water with him.
You don’t even have time to close your eyes, let alone hold your breath, before your head crashes underneath the water. The scent and taste of chlorine fills your nostrils uncomfortably, making you break the surface within seconds as you choke on the water that spills out of your mouth.
When your ears finally unplug, the first thing you hear is a gut bellowing laughter, and you spin to where Jungkook is clutching his middle. His eyes widen, but you’re too quick when you suddenly grasp his thick locks with two hands and shove his head back beneath the now rippling waves of pool water.
He thrashes, throwing himself up at you and grips you by the waist, tackling you backwards into the water. This time, you atleast have time to hold your breath, bubbles coming out of your nose before you once again rise to the surface.
Jungkook throws his hands up in surrender, chest heaving from exertion and adrenaline, much like yours. You stare at each other for a minute, trying to catch your breath. The corner of your lip quirks up, and that’s all it takes for a laugh to billow past his closed lips that fight off a smile — the action causing your own laugh to manifest until you’re both holding onto the sides of the pool as an anchor from laughing so hard, you’re both crying.
Once things calm down, he uses his bulked up muscles to heave himself back into a sitting position by the pool, extending his hand out to you to help you sit down beside him, now back in the same spot you were in before he pulled you in.
Sitting side by side, his hand holds yours that lays on your lap, feet kicking lightly back and forth, causing a rippling effect to disperse throughout the pool.
Turning your head to look at him, you have to catch your breath that gets caught in your throat at the sight before you — Jungkook leaning back on one hand, eyes cast outwards towards the city skyline — said skyline along with the night sky serve as the perfect backdrop to his already handsome figure.
Jungkook’s forehead crinkled in worry when you suddenly get up to your feet, and when he goes to follow you, a question hanging off his lips, you stop him with a hasty ‘stay there, don’t move!” He listens.
Hands fidgeting in his lap, he waits for you to come back. When the tall tale sign of your bunny slippers he got you for Valentine’s Day recently shuffle across the floor, his head swivels to look at you.
“Wait! I said don’t move! Go back to the pose you were just doing!” You wave your hands in front of you, angling your phone and squatting down to get the perfect shot of him when he follows your instructions to a T.
He hears your camera shutter click excessively for a few minutes, you making a sound of approval in the back of your throat.
“Perfect.” Your eyes are focused on the screen of your phone, and he swears he sees stars in your eyes that shine brighter than the ones out right now.
Drinking you in, his eyes soften, voice full of emotion and sincerity with his next words.
“Yeah, you are perfect.”
Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and you send him a cheeky wink, locking your phone and using it to gesture to the inside of the house. He sucks in a breath, pupils blown wide when he sees you grab the edge of your shirt and slowly pull it up and over your head, tossing it on the ground just outside the patio doors. One foot steps in, then half of you. Crooking your pointer finger, you beckon him over, voice sultry, yet demanding.
“Why don’t you show me how perfect you think I am?”
“Gladly.” His face darkens, full of lust and love.
And show you, he does.
Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and you send him a cheeky wink, locking your phone and using it to gesture to the inside of the house. He sucks in a breath, pupils blown wide when he sees you grab the edge of your shirt and slowly pull it up and over your head, tossing it on the ground just outside the patio doors. One foot steps in, then half of you. Crooking your pointer finger, you beckon him over, voice sultry, yet demanding.
“Why don’t you show me how perfect you think I am?”
“Gladly.” His face darkens, full of lust and love.
And show you, he does.
My Universe
synopsis; in which you get lost and Yoongi finds you.
pairing; idol!min yoongi x non-idol!reader
genre; angst, fluff, airport au
rating; PG-13
warnings; minor cursing (nothing explicit), reader has a minor panic attack, overprotective suga baby, we love a caring and attentive boi
w/c; 2,606
a/n; originally lost this entire draft and it took me three days to gain the energy and drive back to write it all over again from scratch. honestly though, I like this version better. anyways. enjoy, y’all. like/reblog and please leave some love. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOONGI. this is a repost from my old account.
Yoongi hated the flashing lights.
They always blinded his vision and made him see a plethora of stars, the kind that didn’t involve nightly activities between you two, when he saw not only stars, but galaxies. No, these were the ones that didn’t exist to the normal fellow travelers making their way through the airport around him.
He also hated being singled out. Usually the reserved and quiet one within the group, with very few words to say. He’ll admit, he’s been able to loosen up over the years cause he got used to the constant attention, the pushy reporters, the even more personal bubble bursting paparazzi that had no moral boundaries apparently to get one stupid picture of him. Even if you couldn’t see his face, they still went at each other like hungry wolves fighting for the same prey.
It sickened him. But at the same time, he knew it was their way of making a living. So, he allowed it to happen, to an extent, now choosing to mainly ignore them with his head down and earphones in. Thank goodness he has bodyguards to do most of the brunt work with keeping them at bay, so he didn’t look like the bad guy in the situation. All he had to do was swiftly walk in between the hefty men that no one would dare to get close too. Easy peasy. Smiling underneath his black mask, he thought of you, and couldn’t wait to see you.
The only problem was, you weren’t used to the constant attention, you weren’t able to push through the pushy reporters, you weren’t able to keep walking with your eyes being blinded every five seconds by a different camera. Which made you start to get heart palpitations, becoming short of breath.
You were having a panic attack.
I mean, seriously? How were you supposed to know that there was going to be a ridiculous amount of people here to see your boyfriend at nearly, your eyes glanced up at the digital clock displayed above the flight signs, 2:27 in the morning?! You grunted to yourself, your hand pushing through the crowd and surprisingly in between the security surrounding Yoongi. A little detail you also failed to consider in your obvious fool proof plan.
You were so close to Yoongi, you almost grazed the back of his black leather jacket. It was a taller, broad chested, reporter that was holding a video camera that shoved you away just as you were going too. Causing you to finally get pulled into the whirlpool of paparazzi and fans alike that were desperate to gain the rapper’s attention. Like you.
Okay, so this wasn’t your best idea at surprising Yoongi. You’ll admit. The original plan was for him to meet you at the unmarked black SUV that he would be climbing into at the end of his airport journey. Where you could embrace and catch up in private. But this time, you thought you would spice things up a little. Your idea? To surprise him inside the airport, and not tell him you were going to surprise him. Cause, well, then it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it?
Bad idea. Extremely bad idea. You thought about kneeling down to try and calm yourself, but realized that could end up fatal on your part since it would make you easier to get trampled over by the herd of feet you can hear squeak, click clack and stomp on the shiny, freshly cleaned, tile. It was non-stop.
Your hands clutched the sides of your head as you whimpered, becoming over sensitive from all the constant noise. Bodies continued to brush past you, some more aggressively than most, almost throwing you off balance multiple times. You tried counting back from ten, which normally works, but not this time. You knew you only had one last resort. You had to call Yoongi.
A picture of you lit up the rapper’s phone screen. Simultaneously stopping the music he was currently listening to with his wireless bluetooth headphones and replacing it with the ringtone you picked out for your contact when you called, opting for your couple song. The picture was of you wearing an oversized hoodie that came over your knees with Yoongi’s face on it. You were sitting sideways on the couch with your bare legs curled underneath you in his private studio. One of the many pictures he cherished of you, meant for his eyes only. His heartbeat subconsciously picked up as he got the ceremonious butterflies in his stomach that never fail to appear with anything that involved you.
A monotone voice could be heard over the ringtone announcing your contact name that you gave yourself, Baby Girl 🥵. Giving him the choice of answering it or not by speaking through the headphones. Which he did, in a heartbeat. After snickering at the description of the emoji you chose, sweat emoji, you claiming that you know you always had that affect on him. You were right.
“Hey sweaty.” A quiet chuckle could be heard on his end of the phone, mentally patting himself on the back for the playful jab of your contact name in good humor. He continued talking a mile a minute.
“You would not believe the amount of people that are here so damn early. It’s actually insane. Probably the worst amount of reporters and whatnot in a long time, but I’m almost there and I can’t wait to–“
As the last body brushed against you rather aggressively, it caused you to stumble harshly forward onto the tiled floor, hands catching your fall and knees taking the brunt force of it all. You let out a broken whimper, only catching bits and pieces of Yoongi’s ramblings through the phone that laid a few feet ahead of you on the floor due to your sudden impact. You reached out and clutched it tightly with your fingers, pushing your body up in a semi sitting position, much like the one that can be seen in your contact photo in Yoongi’s phone. One hand flat against the tile, propping your upper body up. Legs curled next to you, sideways. All you wanted to do was cry out of frustration at everything going wrong. So, you did.
Staring down at the rare pearly white smile that beamed at you for your eyes only, used as Yoongi’s contact photo in your phone, only made your watery eyes overflow with tears that streaked down your cheeks in little rivers. Breaths slightly becoming shorter, making you gasp out a sob involuntarily. You quickly put the phone on speaker and set it on the floor in front of you, knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to hold it much longer.
His rambling was abruptly cut off, ears straining to hear what he thought he heard, though it was hard to be sure from all the raucous noise surrounding him. He went to speak again, but stopped himself when he for sure heard your watery gasp through the phone. His smile wiped off his face in an instant, turning to one of worry.
“Baby? Where are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” The questions flew out instinctually, him wanting to solve the situation as fast as possible. He knew you were having a panic attack. He could feel it in his gut as soon as he heard you, having helped you through them in the past.
He stopped his brisk walking pace and stood stock still, nearly making the security guard that was positioned directly behind him, plow into him, before catching his footing in time to avoid his client. He closed his eyes to try and get any clue from your end of the phone when you wouldn’t respond to him. As much as he wanted to freak out, he knew he had to stay the calm one between you two in order to find you before it got worse. He bit his lip in frustration, zoning out the nagging from his security guards to get him to continue on his foot path to the end destination, nearly wanting to let out a cry of his own when he heard it.
The same announcement over the airport loudspeakers that littered every corner of the building he was in, something to do about a travel package to Hawaii, he could hear echo through your side of the phone back at him. Okay, he thought rationally, so you were somewhere within the airport. That much could be certain. Now he needed just a little bit more to figure out where exactly you were located within the huge facility. Maybe…a sign? He thought logically. So, he asked you.
“Sweetie, you think you can read me some sort of sign near you so I can find you and help you? Please? I know it might be hard, but you can do it, baby. I believe in you. You got this.” He asked in his soothing voice he knows can get through to you in your current state of mind. Semi loud so you can hear what he says, but slowly and clearly.
You didn’t respond right away. Shaky and watery eyes immediately surveyed your surroundings in search of some kind of unique sign that could directly implicate your position on this tile floor that seems to get colder by the minute. You could literally feel the many pairs of eyes that walked by you on faces connected to bodies that didn’t even try to reach out and help you in the slightest. What a cruel world we live in, you thought bitterly. Though, you wondered, if you were in their shoes, would you have done any differently? And that thought alone sobered you up immediately. A fresh new set of tears falling down your cheeks in streams now.
There it was, the sign you were looking for. Directly above your head, ironically. It was a picture of a smiling, and blended family, much like your own, you thought with a watery smile. In bright red letters, and a snazzy font, it read ‘Family Doesn’t End With Blood’. You managed to somewhat clearly reiterate the sign you just read to your ever patient boyfriend, hoping and praying to all that is holy that it’ll be enough and you can soon be in the comfort of his arms.
As soon as he heard the words fall out of your mouth he opened his eyes and slowly turned his body in a circle, reading every sign his eyes found hoping that the next one he reads will be the one you just told him.
Bingo.
It wasn’t even that far from where he stood. He immediately pushed through the last throes of the crowd surrounding him, or what remained. It seemed like half splintered off upon getting what they needed from him already. He didn’t even care what the remaining vultures thought of him, or what berating he’ll surely receive from his head of security once they find out he fled them of his own accord. All he cared about was finding you, making sure you were safe, calming you, and holding you in his arms.
It’s like the life you two shared ran through his mind in flashes, like a reel of a film. It spurred him to pump his legs even harder, especially when he noticed the lone figure that half lay beneath the sign. Getting closer he could see how fast your chest rose and fell, the tears that littered your flushed cheeks, and your eyes that widened upon landing on him coming towards you. He could visibly see your body sag in relief, which made his heart flutter knowing he could make you feel so calm in a matter of a look. It was the same way with you, for him.
He slid the last few feet in front of you on his knees. Not wasting any time, he began searching your body for any kind of wounds or minor injuries that could’ve triggered your attack, hands hovering over every bit of your body he examined. He found none, except your hands and knees scraped up a bit. He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Good. Now to calm you down.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here, and you did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He praised you with a look so full of warmth, you couldn’t help but give a small, shaky smile in response. Feeling like a little kid again, you reached out to him with grabby hands. I need you now. A silent demand.
He encased your body with his arms, and gently pushed your head to lay where his heart is with one hand on the back of your head, the other brought your body impossibly closer than it already was, making you half lay on him now. With him supporting your body weight completely, you slumped into him in pure exhaustion, eyes closing and hands gripping the back of his jacket like you would never see him again after you departed. After a mere 4-5 minutes of listening to his heartbeat, your breathing returned to normal. Your eyes dried up. Your body regained its strength back.
You tried to unwrap yourself from him, but his response was to grip onto you even tighter, not wanting to let you go just yet. So, you let him. Returning the embrace with as much passion as he was. You lost track of how much time passed there on that tile floor, that oddly, didn’t feel as cold anymore.
It wasn’t until the head of Yoongi’s security cleared his throat loudly, did you look up from your position still attached to the rapper. Yoongi didn’t even flinch, making no attempt to acknowledge the man. Which left things in your hands. He stood off to the side of you two with his hands clasped together in front of his stomach, posture rigid, but eyes letting you know that he understood why your boyfriend broke the rules. He nodded at you once making eye contact and tilted his head in the direction of where the car garage was, subtly telling you that you guys needed to get up and it was time to go. Then he left, footsteps receding until you could hear them no more. That’s when you finally managed to get the rapper’s attention.
“Yoongs, can we go home now?” You asked meekly, voice sounding weak due to not getting much use of it for awhile. Your eyes must’ve been puffy for sure. They took the most damage.
You could feel him nod his head in the crook of your neck and reluctantly let you go. Yoongi stood up first, then extended his hand out to you to help you up off the floor. Gripping onto it tightly, you managed to raise yourself back up on your feet. He refused to let go of your hand even after you were up, instead opting to pull you flush to his side. You gave him a small smile of thanks, squeezing his hand, your silent way of saying ‘I love you’ to each other without words. He squeezed your hand back twice. ‘I love you too’. Your other hand finding purpose in the crook of his elbow, holding it gently yet firmly, you leaned into his side.
And then you walked in sync towards the car garage in the now unnaturally calm atmosphere, security once again flanking the both of you now.
Just two lovers wanting nothing more than to collapse into each other in their shared bed, at their shared home, where they can create their own little universe of stars only they could see.
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This is my main poly bts master list and will include all of my poly bts works including fics, one shots, and drabbles.
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Started: 06 07 22
Last updated: 22 08 22
Key: ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing, ☾ angst, ★ fluff, ♡ smut
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Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt. ✓
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I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple? ✓ ☾
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