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♡JUNGKOOK♡ SERIES REC'S PART Ⅱ

🎀 -Fluff 🥵 -Smut 🔴 - Angst

📚 - Completed 🖊- Ongoing

🖊 Trials Of Athena by @lively-potter ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader »Genre : Enemies to Lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers »Summary : In which jeon jungkook - the mysterious dickwad, finally arouses feelings within athena - feelings she's never experienced before.

🖊 Stay Longer by @jjunsolos ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐

»Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader »Genre : Social media au, some written chapters, from strangers to enemies to friends to lovers, pining. »Summary : When your best friend dahyun offers to let you stay at her house, you really can’t say no. especially with how things are at the moment. what she didn’t mention is that her little brother lives with her too…

📚 Bad Influence: Collection by @noteguk ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Badboy!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

📚 Collide by @p-i-e-d-p-i-p-e-r ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Idol!au, dance!au, mentions of unholy things..etc. »Summary : YN is staying overtime to practice her dance moves. Jungkook has a hard time sleeping, so he watches her dance.

🖊 Mutual Help by @personasintro ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn »Summary : In order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

🖊 LOST CAUSE? by @kooksbunnnn ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐

»Pairing : Jeon Jungkook × Fem!Reader. »Genre : Established relationship,panic attack (TRIGGER WARNING) heartbreak, INFIDELITY (do not read if this content triggers you) also, 18+, Please read the author's note. »Summary : You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband, that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you.

🖊 Sinestesia by @letjungcoook7 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairing : College!Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Strangers to friends, friends to lovers, slice of life. »Summary : You guys met in college. he was a player with a string of exes, and you weren't really into relationships. but as you became friends, things started to change. the story begins when they met in 2016 and unfolds all the way through 2023.

🖊 When Worlds Collide by @letjungcoook7 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairing : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Slice of life, strangers to lovers, college au, fuckboy jk, Virgin!Reader. » Summary : Since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🖊Daddy Daycare by @bunnyhugs77 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐ »Pairings : Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader

🖊Silent Desires by @theblackestswan ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Brothers best friend, childhood friends to somewhat strangers to lovers »Summary : There was a time when you pondered how you'd ever let it be known how much you desired Jungkook. But now? He’s back. And he’s not being silent with his desires anymore.

🖊Sleepwalking by @taexual ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Rockstar!Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Exes to lovers

📚Busted by @btsgotjams27 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ This is a 3 part Series. »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Parents!au, established relationship

📚Make You Mine by @colormepurplex2 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐ »Pairings : Alpha Jungkook x Omega Fem!Reader. »Genre : Enemies to Lovers. »Summary : Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

⬇️》》》》》》SEQUEL《《《《《《《⬇️

📚Now I'm Yours by @colormepurplex2 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐ »Pairings : Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Fem!Reader. »Genre : A/B/O, Established Relationship/Mates. »Summary : Jungkook is terrible at feelings. He’s possessive, reckless, and most definitely an Alphahole; you were once his sworn enemy for a reason. But, after he claimed you as his mate during your designation celebration, how do you even begin to navigate the dark waters of such a precarious relationship? Especially when there is darkness creeping over the horizon, threatening to blanket your world in permanent shadow.

📚Long Way Home by @sparklingchim ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Dilf!Jungkook x Best friend!Reader »Genre : Single dad jk, boxer!jk friends to lovers »Summary : Jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

🖊Ego Season by @sparklingchim ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader »Genre : Hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend. »Summary : Your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.

🖊The Sacrifice : Children Of The Moon by @madrain230 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Dark Romance »Summary : In the Kingdom of Oltira, a special ritual takes place once a year at the beginning of autumn. Mothers are living in fear for the fate of their offspring. Each day and night, each woman prays for the birth of a male child-a son-because once her vulnerable unborn arrives its existence to the world and is a female-a daughter-not even the most heartfelt pleading can save the unfortunate fate that may be death of her dear child.

🖊Claws Of Carnality by @jjungkooksthighs ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader »Genre : ABO/werewolf, fantasy »Summary : For years, you’d had to watch every omega you knew present and subsequently pair with their destined mates. Lonely without your own, you yearningly wish that your purebred omegean genes weren’t the source of your late bloom. Then, during one particular eclipse, you dream. It is one unlike anything you’ve ever had before and at its root is him, who is sin incarnate. After begging for him to find you, will he claim you as his own?

📚All Grown Up by @btsgotjams27 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Drama, romance,f2L, humor, banter, age gap, best friends little brother »Summary : A family reunion brings back the young boy you grew up with. Though he wasn't the doe-eyed boy you once knew, he stood in front of you all grown up.

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📚This Is us by @btsgotjams27 ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Drama, romance,est!relationship, age gap »Summary : How could you possibly forget him? You couldn't even if you wanted to. You wanted to extract core memories of the two of you and store them in a pensieve for safekeeping, so you could revisit them whenever you missed him, but magic isn't real, and the fairytale of you and him isn't either. You were just a writer caught up in your fantasies, living in daydreams, escaping reality, and projecting your hopes and dreams onto an imperfect person--what a fool you were. But yet, this is you. This is him. This is the story of us.

Trapped Hearts by @kxxkiecxre ⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ »Pairings : Jungkook x Fem!Reader. »Summary : Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

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Exactly how I was imagining it in my head and had to rewrite that paragraph so many times cause I’d get distracted haha

・❥・ Trapped Hearts || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker!jk, stalker descriptions.

Part two: a life that’s so carefree

It’s been weeks, months even, since you broke you with him. Yet he still feels so close to you. So personal. It’s haunting the way you can feel his soft touch lingering on your skin as if he’s still around you. Maybe he is? You’ve been suspicious of this for awhile, every time you walk anywhere you feel him around. Or more like someone’s watching you. Every step you take, even in the comfort of your own home.

It’s gotten to a point where you slept with all your windows closed, blinds too. You loved having the window cracked open during the night for fresh air, but ever since you broke up with Jungkook you’ve had this eerie feeling of being watched. Your friends told you multiple times it wouldn’t be surprising if someone did stalk you, just because a lot of the men you were with before would become overly obsessed. You weren’t sure what it was that made them insane when you’d break up with them, but then again, men are truly just creatures of habit. Weak, shy and frail despite their stereotype or image. They’re emotional. Like little puppies who need constant care.

You walked home alone, the night dark and silent as you walked the familiar path towards your apartment complex. Large fluffy trees surrounding you either side of the pathway. The grass around you was wet and freshly cut, providing that that comforting smell. The street lights hued your figure in an orange cast, your features extenuated under the shade of deep amber. You looked behind your shoulder, that unsettling feeling of being watched present once again.

Your hair got caught in your reflective lipgloss, your red manicured fingers brushing them off your face. Your brows furrowed before you quickly turned to face the road ahead of you again. You wore a much simpler outfit tonight, black fishnet tights, studded with little crystals that could never outshine the sparkle In your eyes, your dress was a deep burgundy color, it looked like the velvet dress he bought you. The valley of your breasts lightly covered with the black lace hem. Your body was covered with a black leather bomber jacket, hair flowing effortlessly over your body.

You looked beautiful as always and it made him throw his head softly against the tree. Sighing to himself. Has he gone insane? He’s never been like this over anyone but you. Watching your every move, making sure you’re safe. You’re okay. It was freaky. He was freaky. It wasn’t cute, to be this obsessed with you. He was drooling just at the distant sight of you. God he was pathetic.

When you got within safe distance for him to follow you again, he wasted no time to catch up with you. He was dressed in his washed out baggy jeans, blue hoodie covering his face and posture perfectly. He still kept a good distance away from you. Still, seeing a man walking in dark clothing behind a woman who’s vulnerable, it spooked you. You walked faster, as fast as your legs could take you in your black heels. Out of instinct sharing your location with not only your friend Laura, but with Jungkook too, you knew he’d protect you if it came to it.

You: someone’s following me, a man. Call me in ten minutes. If I don’t answer after the third ring, call the police.

SEEN

Jungkook: got you b

You continue walking as fast as you could, practically breaking your ankles as you ran up the stairs of your porch. You locked the doors behind you, quickly running around the house to close all the blinds. You sat on your bed now, head in your hands. You’re too paranoid. The ringing of your phone is what makes you jump. Jungkook.

You answer the phone, his voice was low like he was whispering, “hello?”

“Hi”

“Are you okay? Did the creep stop following you?” He asks, standing directly across your bedroom window. Leaned up against the far wall, one foot up against it behind him, his hoodie still covering up most of his face as he held the phone to his ear. Eyes never leaving the silhouette of your figure pacing your room behind the blinds.

“Yeah,” you sounded panicked, “I mean I didn’t look back I just went home straight.”

Fuck, he’s such a prick.

She sat across you brows furrowed and eyes concerned, “did you report it to the police?”.

“Come on now Yuna, you know well the police don’t give a shit unless I know who the person is or have evidence.”

She nodded, stirring her cappuccino as you held your own between your palms, “so what are you going to do?”.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, full of anxiety, “I’ll share my location with you and Laura and Jk, at all times.”

He stood leaned up against the black marbled wall holding up the tall building, away from your vision still he could see you perfectly. You were inside your favourite little cafe, with Yuna of course. You talked fast, your eyes skittish as they danced around the room every few seconds, probably spooked from last night. He watched as you raised the white mug to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the foam of your lips.

He watched you with pride, with so much love even though what he was doing right now was far beyond creepy and disgusting.

Yuna decided to walk you back to your workplace, “you need to invest in a car y/n, if worst comes to worst, you can run the creep over.”

“If only I could afford one” you chuckled lightly.

You threw yourself into work immediately upon coming to your cubicle, spending hours calculating numbers and statistics, percentages and such that one major company may need. It was exhausting, but it also stopped your brain from overthinking. Stopped you from thinking about your potential stalker, whoever it may be.

If only you could see him, know who it is. You’d kill him with your bare hands. That’s a lie, but you’d still like to believe you’d fight against the creep. Your manic working was interrupted by your co-worker tapping you on the shoulder,

“I’m sorry, there’s some guy waiting for you outside? More like demanding to speak with you.”

You frowned, a guy? The only guy you know is Jungkook. A bit afraid it might be your stalker waiting for you, to kidnap or maybe even kill you or something.

You turned to your co worker, “tae? Would you mind going down with me?”

Taehyung doesn’t question, he simply nods with sincere eyes.

The walk down to the bottom floor had your stomach doing flips, nerves running rampant as if you were willingly walking into a trap. Your heart settles down a little when you see Jungkook, leaning against a shiny white Mercedes. A new car?

“Kook? What you doing here?” You asked, voice still so sweet and soft.

“I came to bring you your new weapon.”

He holds the keys in the air, your eyes close to popping out of their sockets. You meant well when you told Jungkook you’d remain only friendly with him after the breakup, but this man must not know what friendly is.

“Thought you’d benefit better from it, if worst comes to worst you can run the creep over.”

The sentence he says is exactly, word for word, like Yunas from earlier today. It sends a little shiver down your spine but you ignore it and smile at him, “kook-“

“Shut up and take it Y/N, I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Clearly I must have done something wrong to lose a woman like you..”

“Jungkook, I broke up with you because of personal reasons. Nothing to do with you.” A lie… it was everything to do with him. His mother to be precise.

He was loaded. So were his parents and you were just a middle class girl living in your mums old home working a job that pays well.. at least for interns. Still it didn’t sit right with his mother, she kept accusing you of leeching off of him. Which was now where near the truth.

“I won’t leave until you take the keys Y/N.”

Shaking your head you take the keys, “I’m only borrowing it.”

“Sure” he laughs.

You came home early once again, only this time all the lights are on in your house. What the fuck? With a fastening heart rate you press the accelerator down, going thrice the speed limit but you couldn’t care. Not when you were two seconds away from breaking down. Doing a loop around your village you finally end up at your destination.

You knock wildly on the door, tears forming in your eyes, the door doesn’t open. No one answers, he must be asleep. The rain starts lashing, soaking the cotton dress on you printed with little lilacs. Your hair drenched in the rain. You pull the top of the vase of the little flower off, finding the key to his fancy apartment. You waste no time entering his home without his permission. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind anyway.

The place is dark, not a single light on. You turned the hallway lights on, “Jungkook? It’s me Y/N”.

You run around the apartment, turning on every light on your way. Nothing. Finally, you enter his room. You turn the light on, nobody’s there once again. You take a look at the room, it was messy, some type of pictures laying scattered all over the floor. You bend down, sniffling they’re just selfies of him. You smiled softly at the picture of him with his head against a tree in the dark of night “weirdo”.

You sniffled again, you’re definitely getting sick. You raised yourself back onto your feet. Walking around his room and cleaning up the scattered papers and pictures until you find his opened laptop. Your breath hitches, eyes widening and jaw slacking as you scroll through the pictures. It was you. The pictures of all the times you felt you were being watched, you in front of your mirror in your room, you walking through the little park on the night you texted him about someone following you. You were looking behind your shoulder. You in the cafe. You in your work place. You, you, you. Every picture was you. As you closed the tab, his wallpaper was you in the pub dancing. That same night he was following you through the park.

You felt sick the more you looked through his stuff. The selfies, they were all of him taking pictures of himself outside of the places you were. What the fuck. You were going to get sick, holy shit. You rushed out of his apartment, dizzy and nauseated. Holy fuck.

As you run down the stairs he walks up around the corner, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You got stuck, you mumbled something incoherent before you finally spat it out, “I was just gonna come up but nobody was answering the door.”

“Sorry I was out with Jin, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I have to go though, Yuna got drunk again so I have to pick her up.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay… stay safe? Call me when you’re home.”

“Yeah absolutely.” You smile quickly at him before you rushed back to the car.

The car he gave you … incase of the creep. The more you struggled to breathe the more you became nauseated. Quickly, you pulled out of his driveway. Heading straight back to your place.

The first thing you do after locking your door was throwing up in your toilet. Your breathing was harsh as you slid down the wall of your bathroom. He was right there, all along. He was the one who was your stalker. Right under your nose. It made you feel another wave of nausea. Trying your hardest to not breakdown.

Why would he do that though? Why would he make you so scared, so anxious about going out living your day to day life became a nightmare. Because of him. Fucking hell.

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress. Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

“Baby, cmon, let me in.” He called out in his innocent voice.

“It’s not at all what it looks like, I promise.”

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now?

A/N: hope yall enjoyed this little Drabble :).

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・❥・ A life that’s so carefree | Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker JK, stalking descriptions.Sex, descriptions of sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex.

CONTINUATION OF: trapped hearts

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress.

Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

"Baby, cmon, let me in." He called out in his innocent voice.

"It's not at all what it looks like, I promise.

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now? What the fuck are you supposed to do now?

You know Jungkook, fuck you’ve dated this guy for a year you know he wouldn’t hurt you. But after all this? How can you be so sure? Are you sure? The doubt that surrounded you was going to suffocate you, the fear, the shock it was going to eat away at you. If you opened this door right now, you’d be inviting him in. You’d be giving him permission to come in and talk to you, rewarding his behaviour. But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to understand why he did that, why he made you sick of your life.

Maybe it was stupid and naive, maybe it was a mistake. But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when his whiny voice was coming through your door, begging for you to open the door, to let him in. His voice, his presence itself was wrapped around your throat like a snake. He had you obsessed with him, you know that. No man that you’ve ever dated before had this much power over you. They were always obsessed and like puppets for you. But something about Jungkook made you exactly like the men. It was sickening, you know.

Your hand reached for the knob, “baby please, I can explain all of this.”

You shut your eyes, trying so hard not to cry. The key clicked and the door opened, revealing his worried eyes. The rain was literally slamming off the ground, so loud in your ears and the house and the grumbling of the thunder around you was fierce. He pulled you into his chest, hands in your wet hair. He held you so tight as if to prevent you from running away from him again, he smelled good. Sweet and leathery. His leather jacket was soaked, his hair too. It was dripping down his face and onto yours as he cupped your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

Your heart beating out of your chest. But for all the wrong reasons, just as scared as you were a minute ago, right now you’re nervous. Nervous because you want to kiss him, you want to kiss him so bad but at the back of your mind you’re reminded he was stalking you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, rubbing the coldness off it. You closed your eyes, sighing. How come he can make you nervous yet relaxed all at the same time?

“Jungkook..”

“I know baby, I’m so sorry.”

“But why?” Your voice was so small, so hurt and soft.

He entered your house, closing the door behind him. The fire in the chimney the only proper light that was helping you see him. The fire was going when you got home, you’re guessing he was the one who did it. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on your couch.

He must be freezing, he was only wearing a tank top underneath it. You walked around to the smaller couch, right across the fire. Sitting with him and waiting. Not sure what for, but you didn’t know what to ask first. There was a million thoughts racing through your head so all you could do was sit there, listening to the fire crackling in the background.

He stared at you, watching the scared expression on your face. Maybe not scared, but void? He knew he messed up. He really did, but it was much simpler this way. Your eyes finally met his, the gleam in them not as present as before and his heart sinks.

“Why?” You asked, your voice shaky.

You hugged your knees to your chest. Out of reflex his hand began playing with your now semi dry hair, “because I wanted to make sure you’re safe… because I missed you so much that I’d rather die than not be as close to you as possible.”

You shook your head, hiding it in your knees before you sighed leaning away from he touch, “didn’t I say we could remain friendly?”

His expression softened, head tilting to the side just a small bit, “friendly isn’t being friends Y/N. You know that.”

“I don’t know what to think of this… what about the pictures?”

“I’d lose sleep looking at them, engraving every feature of your face into my brain. Into my heart.”

“You can’t say these things Jungkook, or behave like this. We broke up.”

He sighed heavily, “exactly, but I couldn’t be without you. Or close to you. Because every time I’d be away from you I wouldn’t be able to breathe. My entire life would look nothing short of a massive black hole. It was like someone would continuously take my life away, like a battery deteriorating.”

It was silent once again. What could you say to that? There’s nothing that you could possibly say and not hurt him. You loved him so much, so much that you find it comforting that it was him stalking you. Beside you at all times. Though it doesn’t excuse what he did.

“Why did you break up with me, be honest with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the room suddenly too warm. You’re not sure why you were sitting in almost pure dark aside from the fire in the chimney, though it did bring a certain level of comfort to you. You leaned into his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Your fingers playing with the hem of his head white tank top.

You didn’t know how tell him without upsetting him. That’s the last thing you want to do, but at the same time he does deserve an explanation. Mostly because for some reason you resent his mother more than you ever have before. She’s ruined this beautiful thing that you had with him, all because of her personal feelings and issues. Such stupid people.

“Your mother was giving me hell. She kept following me whenever we’d be together, she’d tell me to stop leeching off of you, to leave you because a low class like me doesn’t deserve prestige.”

He was quiet. The fire felt ice cold compared to the fire taking over his body. His mother never had the right to come between your relationship. She shouldn’t have ever said even a word to you. His mother was someone he could barely tolerate as is, but right now, right now he’s not even sure if she exists for him anymore. Sure she’s his mother, the woman who gave him life. But she was never truly there, she never hugged him, or spoken softly to him. She’s never played with or talked to him about anything but his grades. She was practically never present in his life, she had absolutely no right to intervene.

“She had no right…” he trailed off, “I hate her.”

You shook your head, “don’t. She was just concerned about you.”

He laughed mockingly, “she wasn’t concerned about me, she was concerned about herself and her money. She was never there for me. She never cared about me, I only ever felt the love of my father, until he died. She didn’t even comfort me, I was seven years old when the only person who ever showed me love died. She told me to stop crying before she dropped me off to school. I was then picked up by my babysitter. That’s the mother she was. I despise her.”

You frowned, heart sulking at the thought of seven year old doe eyed Jungkook hurting by himself.

“Kook,” you whispered, climbing on top of him, “I love you.”

“ I know that,” he smiled, head leaning back against the couch “I love you so much more, I think you know.”

“That’s not funny” you chuckled.

He smiled as you held his face in your hands. Your lips so close to his own. He couldn’t take it, the warmth of your plump lips against his own melted him within seconds. It was messy, rough and dirty, the type of kiss that had his breath stuck. The type that made him hiss as you hands began trailing over his body. Feeling the warm smooth skin beneath your hands. He was fucked, so whipped for you.

Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding softly against his bulge. He hissed, detaching from your mouth, his hands now on your face, eyes looking between your bodies and brows pulled into a frown.

“Fuck Y/N,” he hissed as you pressed down harder, “are you sure?”

“Isn’t this what you want Jungkook?” You said, voice low and uneven from your rocking, “ you must have been going crazy hm? Watching me fuck myself in my room, watching me play with my pussy the way you would. Every time I came, I thought of you. Every time I fucked my self I imagined it was you. Fucking me so good, the way only you know how to.”

He groaned, a deep guttural groan that resonated against your own chest. He flipped you over, laying you down on the couch as he hovered over you. His necklace hanging above you. Fuck he’s so fucking hot.

“Should I fuck you good now? Or should I fuck you so good you’ll never be able to pleasure yourself without me hm?”

You scoffed, “as if”.

He didn’t need much time to have you naked underneath him, only taking his pants off. Yet you were fully naked underneath him, breasts round and plump. Fuck he could cum just at the sight of you. Your pussy was pulsating with need, the bottom of your stomach filled with hundreds of butterflies. As he kissed down your body, sucking and marking, his finger dipped into the wetness of your cunt. It made him smile against your ribs, always so ready for him.

His mouth was hot against your skin, bruising every inch of it as your breathing hardened, his finger playing with your clit, “mm kook I need you”.

He was busy marking your skin, but still listened. He eased a finger inside, hooking it as he pumped it in and out, rubbing the walls of your pussy as you moaned a little more now. Breathy and soft. God he loved you so much. His finger continued its sweet torture inside you as his tongue bestowed itself on your clit, flicking it and sucking, alternating between the two. It was good, so good, but you needed more. You need him inside you.

“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck. Me.”

He chuckled, going to take his shirt off before you stopped him, “leave it on.”

He didn’t tease, he just smirked before lining himself up with you, “still on the pill?”

You nodded closing your eyes as he eased the tip inside, just the smallest bit. Every time you thought he’d push in more he’d only pull out, making you whine. What a tease. It took you by surprise when he finally did push all of himself in. Right to the brim. You gasped against each others mouth, kisses only ghosting against each other as he continued fucking into you. He did exactly as he promised. He fucked you good. Too good. He was pumping in and out of you at a pace that had your breath stuck mid air, that had you arching right off the couch and into him.

His pace was animalistic, balls slapping off your ass. The tip of his dick kissing that good spot inside you, he was everywhere. You could feel him in your stomach, pumping in and out with a rhythm, with so much precision that you’d have his babies right now.

“Fuck kook,”

“Shit”

Your thighs were on fire, tightening around his waist as his thumb came down on your clit, drawing perfect little circles and matching his pace. It was insane. There were not thoughts inside your head aside from him, from his furrowed brows and masculine scent to his dick. He pushed forward a little more, earning a loud moan out of you. A moan that bounced right off the walls, your nails digging into his back as he forced your legs higher up his waist. Getting a better angle and access to that sweet spot.

You were a goner that second, when began shallowly fucking you. Your face said it all, your pitching moans and quicker breathing. The red chest and cheeks, you were cumming. Right around his cock, it took him only a few hard and sloppy rounds before he followed after you. Filling you up with his cum.

He stayed buried inside you, your pussy now overstimulated and swollen. His lips never left yours, barely giving you any time to breathe. You missed him so much, so much that you didn’t even realise it until now.

“I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him lazily, fucked out, “don’t be, just don’t stalk me. Not that you have to anymore.”

You just laid there, with him still inside you and on top. He was dozing off as you took the white fluffy blanket and laid it on top of you two. Your fingers gently playing with his hair.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” you chuckled.

a/n: I know this is so short please forgive me lol. Hope y’all enjoyed! Also what do y’all think? Should she have forgiven him? I think she should (obviously ha) I mean he’s Jungkook ;).

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Is there a second part?

If you’re wondering about Trapped Hearts, than yes. I’m working on a second part and hoping it’ll be done soon :).

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・❥・ Trapped Hearts || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker!jk, stalker descriptions.

Part two: a life that’s so carefree

You: someone’s following me, a man. Call me in ten minutes. If I don’t answer after the third ring, call the police.

SEEN

Jungkook: got you b

You answer the phone, his voice was low like he was whispering, “hello?”

“Hi”

“Yeah,” you sounded panicked, “I mean I didn’t look back I just went home straight.”

Fuck, he’s such a prick.

She sat across you brows furrowed and eyes concerned, “did you report it to the police?”.

“Come on now Yuna, you know well the police don’t give a shit unless I know who the person is or have evidence.”

She nodded, stirring her cappuccino as you held your own between your palms, “so what are you going to do?”.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, full of anxiety, “I’ll share my location with you and Laura and Jk, at all times.”

He watched you with pride, with so much love even though what he was doing right now was far beyond creepy and disgusting.

Yuna decided to walk you back to your workplace, “you need to invest in a car y/n, if worst comes to worst, you can run the creep over.”

“If only I could afford one” you chuckled lightly.

“I’m sorry, there’s some guy waiting for you outside? More like demanding to speak with you.”

You frowned, a guy? The only guy you know is Jungkook. A bit afraid it might be your stalker waiting for you, to kidnap or maybe even kill you or something.

You turned to your co worker, “tae? Would you mind going down with me?”

Taehyung doesn’t question, he simply nods with sincere eyes.

“Kook? What you doing here?” You asked, voice still so sweet and soft.

“I came to bring you your new weapon.”

“Thought you’d benefit better from it, if worst comes to worst you can run the creep over.”

The sentence he says is exactly, word for word, like Yunas from earlier today. It sends a little shiver down your spine but you ignore it and smile at him, “kook-“

“Shut up and take it Y/N, I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Clearly I must have done something wrong to lose a woman like you..”

“Jungkook, I broke up with you because of personal reasons. Nothing to do with you.” A lie… it was everything to do with him. His mother to be precise.

“I won’t leave until you take the keys Y/N.”

Shaking your head you take the keys, “I’m only borrowing it.”

“Sure” he laughs.

The place is dark, not a single light on. You turned the hallway lights on, “Jungkook? It’s me Y/N”.

As you run down the stairs he walks up around the corner, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You got stuck, you mumbled something incoherent before you finally spat it out, “I was just gonna come up but nobody was answering the door.”

“Sorry I was out with Jin, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I have to go though, Yuna got drunk again so I have to pick her up.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay… stay safe? Call me when you’re home.”

“Yeah absolutely.” You smile quickly at him before you rushed back to the car.

The car he gave you … incase of the creep. The more you struggled to breathe the more you became nauseated. Quickly, you pulled out of his driveway. Heading straight back to your place.

Why would he do that though? Why would he make you so scared, so anxious about going out living your day to day life became a nightmare. Because of him. Fucking hell.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

“Baby, cmon, let me in.” He called out in his innocent voice.

“It’s not at all what it looks like, I promise.”

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now?

A/N: hope yall enjoyed this little Drabble :).

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・❥・WICKED GAMES || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

SUMMARY: how does one mend two broken hearts?

SERIES: like a moth to a flame.

WARNINGS: arguing(bear with me please 😔), miscommunication, talks of illness(cancer not for reader or Jungkook), constant bickering, cold Jungkook, mean Jungkook, reader is also in the wrong:/, drinking, unprotected sex(you’re not that stupid please wrap it), oral (f receiving), cream pie :), nothing was actually figured out.

As always enjoy!!

Previously… Next…

It pained you to see the clear hurt on his face. It made your heart shed rays like a sun during a solar storm and it burned so bad. The sheer velocity of pain was making you feel like you’d die any second. It was his glass stained eyes that truly had you gulping down the knots in your throat. You understand, you haven’t been exactly fair when you left both of them. Without as much as sparing another word for two months after you’ve disappeared.

He leaned against the kitchen island, palms embedded into the edges as he scoffed and smirked in pure anger, head falling between the space of his arms. He swayed back into an upright posture, biting on his bottom lip. The little dimples that you adore visible In his cheeks.

“I’m having trouble looking at you,” he finally mumbled, “every time I do, you seem to kill me all over again.”

Your brows furrowed, “Jungkook I’m so sorry”

He shook his head, looking around the apartment, “don’t be,” he wasn’t even sure if you apologising is what he wanted. After all, both of you seemed to hurt one another every time one of you got too close. It seemed almost like you were in magnetic field and you and Jungkook were positive and negative, something that just cannot be in a field of neutrality.

“I don’t need an apology,” it wasn’t like he was trying to shame you, or punish you, more like he was trying to be clear, “I need you to look me in the eyes, and tell me truly and honestly, between those moments where it was just us and the night, did you love me?”

Your lips parted, a sigh leaving your mouth and you take a few seconds to reply, “yes.”

He nodded, swaying back and further, chuckling to himself before his eyes landed back on you, “I find that difficult to believe.”

Your heart sunk, hitting the pit of your stomach with so much force it made you feel nauseous.

“Because if you did love me, you wouldn’t have left me like that. You wouldn’t have left everything we’ve worked for and sacrificed, because of one hiccup. I get it, she was mad, after all, she’s Yeji, and Yeji is more than understanding. If we’ve given her space and time she would have come around-“

“Kook,” you shook your head, begging to keep the tears from falling, “I didn’t want to force this onto anything or anyone, it was pointless to push this onto her if we would lose all her trust, which in the process of our own selfishness we have betrayed her, already losing it. However, if I have left without picking sides, at least then, both of you could have worked it out and perhaps you could regain at least an inkling of her trust back. You know that once you lose her it’s very hard to get her back. I just didn’t want to hurt both of you like that”

He sighed closing his eyes, “what about us? Do we not get a happy ending? Do we not get a choice?”

Somehow this night reminded you of months ago when you committed the first of your betrayal on this very counter between you two. You didn’t want to relive this pain, but every word that you share between your conversation it seems like the knife gets dug further and further, pressing your heart, threatening to rip it right out of your chest and throw it out the window.

If you had stayed and chosen sides, it would have broken a bond between one of them and yourself. At the end of the day, all three of you would have ended up hurt and split. Between choosing platonic soulmates and romantic ones, somehow you have forgotten about yourself. That day before the argument happened. It seemed like the best day ever, and all of a sudden everything had burst into flames. You didn’t want to go through that again, better yet, put both of them through that again.

Somehow both you and Jungkook continue being selfish. Standing in the kitchen discussing what ifs about the relationship that you’re not even sure stood a chance, meanwhile your best friend and his sister is in the room down the hall sleeping, fighting a disease you didn’t even know she had. You were a shit best friend, that much you knew.

“Jungkook, she’s in the other room -“

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice dropping an octave, “do we not get a chance? Is this what we’re destined for hm? Fuck it kills me not to have you in my arms when you’re within my reach”

“I don’t know what to tell you! Okay? What am I supposed to do? Tear myself in half and keep both of you happy? What about me Jungkook? What about me?”

It was quite yet again, he leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers against the bottom drawers while you held the cup of tea between your hands, looking at the orange colored liquid inside the glass as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“I love you,” he muttered, “it might be selfish of me, but I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I didn’t want to dream of you every night, to feel like this for the first time. With you.”

Your heart squeezed, trashed around in your chest to escape the hell it was going through, “I didn’t mean to either.”

You looked into his eyes, both of on the verge of crying, “I love you too, unfortunately.”

Her face was pale. The hollows below her cheekbones prominent as she sat on your navy couch, she brushed her frail hands across the fluffy pillow smiling to herself. Her hair was thinning, but it still managed to frame her face beautifully. When her eyes met yours, you could see the happiness and love within them. It made you feel warm inside, it had you smiling within seconds. That’s exactly how yeji works, she’s the sun and we’re all just orbiting her.

“Do you remember when we were 16?”

Your brows furrowed, “when exactly”

“Jackson’s 18th”

“Yeah”

“Do you remember when we promised to always be happy for the other person, even if we disagree?”

Your expression immediately fell. You were so tired, so tired of constantly being reminded of this aching grief within you. Even though nobody has died, you were grieving of what could have been of you and Jungkook, “yeji, let’s not talk about that.”

“No. Let’s.”

“Why?”

“When did you realise you fell in love with Jungkook?”

You looked down to your hands in your laps, playing with the loose string of your silk pyjamas, “when we had that big argument? I realised I didn’t have a crush on him, I was madly in love with him. That night when we made up, it really confirmed it for me.”

She smiled, “I think,” she clears her throat, “I was being selfish… I stood between love, and no one should ever do that. You would never do that to me. At the time when you told me, all I could think about was losing my best friend if something happened between you two, what I failed to realise is, that we are more than best friends. No one can ever come between us, and also, in the process, I could even gain myself the best sister in law ever”.

It wasn’t necessarily that she accepted Jungkook and you, that brought you to tears, it was the fact she set aside her own self to let you guys be happy. That is what breaks you, because Yeji is too good of a person for anyone. No one in this world will ever deserve her. She’s far too good for this impure world, for this universe that will only break your heart. yeji deserves everything good and best in this whole galaxy. No one will ever compare to her.

“I love you so much yeji”.

“I love you too, go get your mans girl.”

“He can wait” both of you laughed, and everything seemed right again.

Still as you caught up with Yeji, you worried on how you’d reconnect and mend things with Jungkook. Surely, he’s tired of all the arguments and the little things that’d come between you and now it all has you thinking. Thinking too much. Because you’re afraid and the more that you go over things, the more you realise that perhaps you’re not good for each other? Maybe you’re too toxic for one another.

All things aside you still love him more than you could ever love yourself. He’s the only person that could ever make you feel like all the stars exploded within your body and it was all just fireworks going off inside your chest. No one ever made you this happy, this overwhelmingly positive and no one’s ever made you feel as beautiful as he would every time he’d touch your body, every crevice his lips would kiss would ignite confidence and love in their wake.

Maybe that is why your heart still calls for him. Because you’d rather give him your heart, whether it was shattered into pieces and glued together and the last drop of your blood then live without him. So even if he was cold, even if he rejected you, you’d do nothing more than love every inch of him and devote your soul and body to him. Because no one’s ever had you this foolish within the desire for another’s heart and body like he does.

No one ever, loves the way Jungkook loves.

By the time things started to become normal, Yeji was finally fully cancer free and steadily recovering. Her cheeks started to become fuller, her skin regaining that healthy glow and her hair was growing and becoming bouncy just like before. In moments, you finally felt some sense of normality, like nothing ever happened. Until it came to talking to Jungkook.

Every time you’d direct your focus on him and speak to him, wether to have a conversation or to ask him a question, he’d either out right ignore you or be extremely short and cold with his answers, distant.

He’s become overwhelmingly distant. It was killing you inside, but at the same time you didn’t have the guts to confront him. Your guilty conscience was holding you back, reminding you that this wasn’t his fault. That he has every right to be upset with you and never talk to you again. It hurt, but you leaving him so easily must’ve hurt him even more. Because you know that if he did that to you, you’d be in shambles.

You tried your hardest to be happy, at the end of the day you’re in Aspen. There’s snow almost every minute of the day, everything is a white blanket of snow and Christmas lights illuminated the streets, glowing in different colours. It was like pure joy and ecstasy throw up within it.

The girls decided to go out for drinks to some club close to the cabin you were staying in, leaving the guys behind. Minho, Jackson, Lukas and Jungkook decided to stay back, start a fire in the chimney and drink beer watching some type of basketball you couldn’t really care about.

Slipping into the champagne rose coloured dress you sighed. It’s a shame nobody is taking this dress off you, because fuck was it beautiful. The satin material was so delightful, the dress was shorter than you’d usually opt for, but in all fairness, it did wonders to your curves. The neckline was deep, showing hints of your breasts, the hem of the skirt reached mid thigh, a dangerous length for bending. The back was exposed completely, aside from protecting the little modesty of your ass. A very flashy thin chain crisscrossed across your smooth back. Of course this type of dress required a warm coat, otherwise you’d suffer from frostbite. You’ll undoubtably will be extremely cold, but that’s a small price you’re willing to pay for this outfit.

Your coat was white and very fluffy, faux fur on the outside, warmed with wool inside. Classy and suits the rose coloured dress perfectly, your heels were high, also rose coloured material on the sides aside from the fact the foot was open, covered with blingy laces that tied up to your mid calf. You looked sexy, that much you knew.

“Suddenly, I wish I had a penis” you hear Alana behind you, her own black heels clicking off the wooden floors of your room.

You laughed, giving yourself a once over in the mirror before you slipped your bag over your shoulder. Linking arms with Alana, you walk down the stairs, where Yeji and Caroline waited. A low whistle is heard echoing the room, the girls stopped talking, smiles bracing their faces as they watched you walk down.

Jungkook watched you across the room, lazily slumped onto the armchair in the corner of the room. You looked so fucking hot and it had something inside the pit of his stomach stirring. He did not want you going anywhere in that outfit. Despite knowing he doesn’t own you or the choice of what you wear, he wishes he could just throw you over his shoulder and rip that dress off your body. He took a sip of his beer as he watched the way your smooth skin shone within the low lighting of the living room.

Good god did you look beautiful. If you were the only person in this room right now, he’d be on his knees right now. Worshipping your body the way it deserves to be, starting from your legs to your forehead he’d cover you in bruises made by his lips, he’d write his name on your body with the way he’d suck on your skin. God he’d destroy you right now, fuck you so good the only thing you’d be thinking about is his name. He wants to imprint his mark on your body, he wants you to reek of him so no man ever gets to come within half a metre of you. So no man can ever touch you again.

God he hates you so much.

Jungkooks a bad liar. He knows that, because his heart is only ever good for you. It only beats to the rhythm of your heart, every time it beats it pumps your name into his blood, injects him with the only poison he’d ever voluntarily ingest. The only medicine that could fix his fucked up head, yet the only thing that he’d let destroy him over and over and over again. He’d write your name everywhere you walked so everyone could know that the most beautiful human being walked the path they are on.

He’d shoot any sick fuck who dared to ever hurt you, he’d slice their throats in a split second to erase them from this world if they ever wronged you. Whatever you desired, he’d feed you it. He’d do whatever you wanted him to do, he’d sell his soul for you.

Even now as the boys compliment you all he does is shoot daggers there way. His eyes only softening when your own lock with his. His heart begins to palpitate, it begins to float only to slam down again, up and down up and down. It was insane the effect you had on him.

As the guys watch the game all he can do is think about you and what you’re doing. Are you having fun? What if you’re making out with someone… what if you’re fucking someone else? Fuck.

He grabs his keys, thankful for only drinking one sip of the cheap beer. Inside the rented car, he pulls his phone out, realising you’ve already been gone for almost an hour, he clicks onto your contact, cooing as he sees the picture he’s set for you, before he calls your phone.

“Yes?” He could already hear the slurring in your speech, his head thrown back into the seat, he closes his eyes trying to focus.

“Where are you?”

You giggle, “why kookie? Are you worried?”

To you, he sounded scared and you knew you shouldn’t mess with him when he’s worried about you. But you couldn’t really care, not when you’ve drunk so much alcohol in such a short period, trying so hard to mend your broken heart with alcohol when you know the only way you’d fix it is with his dick so deep inside you it’d reset you to factory settings. Just a little slut for him, just how he loves to tell you when he fucks you.

“Y/N, you better tell me where the fuck you are.”

You think for a second, taking this as a chance to ask him a question, better over a phone call than face to face, even if you’re going to see him in a couple of minutes anyway, “why do you hate me?”

“What?” He almost whispered in disbelief.

You sighed, blowing your stray hair away from your face as you leaned against the wall, “I’m in the club around the corner.”

That’s all you say before you hang up on him. He cusses, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. He can’t believe you walked to this place in such cold weather in such a flimsy dress, or in heels in this slippy weather. Sometimes you really love testing the waters of how much luck you have. As he enters the club, his eyes swarm across the crowds trying to find you, he finally does. You’re swaying side to side, talking to some guy who seems like he’s also pissed drunk. He waits for a minute, locating yeji before he begins walking towards you.

He looked so good it hurt so much. He wore black slacks, and a black knit sweater. His hair perfectly laying on his head. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up, his Rolex so shiny and perfect around his wrist. He looked so cozy and hot it wasn’t fair.

“Come on let’s go home.” He says. Draping his trench coat over your shoulders.

“You’re not my dad.” You scoff.

He gives you a look, telling you he’s serious. You roll your eyes, shrugging out of the jacket and brushing past him as you walk to Yeji. His warm woody vanilla scent wrapping around you and already sticking to your clothes.

“Your brother is annoying” you say, with a pout.

She glances behind you, smirking, “he saw your outfit and it probably freaked him out.”

“What do you mean”

“He probably thought you were gonna hook up with some guy, and he’s jealous so he came to collect his girl.” She winks at you, sipping her sprite with a lime on top.

“Oh please, he hates my guts. Ever since that he hates me.”

She shakes her head at your oblivion, “go with him before he chews this place up.”

You groan, taking your bag from her and walking towards the man with the stern face. You groan even louder when you’re near him, huffing and scoffing as he follows you outside. Following behind he smirks to himself, kicking himself to not coo at your little tantrum.

“I don’t know why I’m even listening to you.” You groan stomping your foot as he wraps the coat around you again.

He ignores you, face still stern and cold. What is wrong with this guy. He’s so confusing, “what’s your problem Jungkook! You come here to ruin my night, demanding I go home with you yet all you do is ignore me and you’re so cold to me but everyone claims that you love me. I’m so confused. What is your problem!”

He tilts his head to the side like a puppy, eyes glistening in the night, putting the stars to shame, “let’s just go home.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No!,” you stand your ground, “either you tell me what’s your problem, or I am turning right back around and finishing what I started with that guy” you nod back to the entrance of the club.

It was very sudden, the way he pressed you up against the car, his hand around your jaw, so gentle yet so dominating, “what did you do with him?”

“Enough to have you go crazy if I told you.” you smirked, lying through your teeth but you loved the way it riled him up. You’re just testing Yejis theory.

“What did you do with him?” He asks again, this time his voice has dropped an octave, his eyes darkening.

“First,” your lips pulled into a flirty smile as your hands tangled into the back of his hair, “I lured him into me, I danced with my ass pressed up against him, before he followed me to the bathrooms, that’s where I kissed him,” your lips get awfully close to his own, so much so that if you puckered them just a little more you’d peck him, your hands sprawled over his chest, eyes looking up into his own, “I then kissed his neck, before his hands started feeling me up. He touched my ass first, squeezing it-“

“Stop” he warned you.

“Then his lips kissed my throat, his hand-“

“y/n, i said stop.”

“Why? Are you not enjoying the way I’m telling you the story? Am I taking too long? Should I skip to the part where he fucks me?”

His body pressed against yours, forehead leaning into your own, hands smacking into the car behind your head, your innocent eyes continued piercing into his, “tell me you’re lying.”

“Why?”

“Please.”

You lean into him, all you had to do was reach up and wrap your lips around him. Taste him again for the first time in ages, “I lied.”

The force with which he kissed you, had you gasping into his mouth, clearly shocked by the way your body melted into the black Mercedes which you’re pressed up against. His lips were hungry, angry and so frustrated. He could taste the cherry vodka on your lips and it drove him to kiss you with such passion it had you moaning without him even doing anything. You could feel the wetness of your pussy dripping past your thongs and down your inner thigh.

“Fuck” you whined, he grabbed your jaw a little bit tighter this time.

“Don’t ever mess with me like that again.” He said, the door behind you clicking as he held it open for you.

You ran your thumb across your lower lip, wiping the messy lipgloss because of his rough mouth. Staring into his eyes with a menacing but such an innocent look. He really didn’t want to fuck you when you’re drunk but shit was he itching to stuff you full of him. As you sit inside the car, his tongue pokes his cheek. Your lipgloss reflecting of his lips.

“I’m going to go get your coat, stay here.”

Not like you had much of a choice. If you did leave he’d probably set this place on fire. So you sat on the leather seat, the bottom of it warm against your ass. Did he set it to heat up for you? That’s so sweet. That’s exactly what he does though, he does these little gestures to make you think you’re progressing only to give you the shoulder. It takes every inch inside you not to scream at him.

He returns shortly with your coat, holding it in his hand the other in the pocket of his pants. It was unfair that he gets to look so good without even trying.

Before he could even reach the car, a woman runs behind him. A stunning woman at that. She was slim and tall, skin as white as the snow outside and hair platinum blonde. Her eyes wore a smoky black eyeshadow, her body dressed in black from head to toe. She was so fucking hot, even you could admit that.

She seems to call out for him, he smirks before turning around to face the strange woman. They talked for a minute, and like some psychopath, you could see the smile on his face just from the back of his head. It had your pink nails digging into the leather seats, a scoff leaving your mouth. Fucking bitch. Surely she could see you in the car.

You were being irrational, you can acknowledge that. But something inside of you kept eating the anger like fire would with gasoline. It had you hot and bothered, so angry steam could be seen coming from your ears. Jealousy was the most infuriating feeling one could ever have to face. It had you out of the car within a second. Walking fiercely towards the man who conversed with the woman.

Your hand wrapped around his shoulders from the back, your voice becoming cute and sultry as you spoke to him, “come on baby, I’m cold I want to go home.”

The woman standing across you, smiled, her face dropping in disappointment as he turned his head towards you for a second, “yeah we should get going hm?”.

He so badly wanted to make you feel an ounce of the furiousness he felt just a few minutes ago when you were telling him about your little hook up. He wanted you to feel how insane it can drive you. Maybe he partly succeeded, but he wanted so badly for you to experience the pulsating jealousy he feels through his body, but he was better than that. He’d never embarrass you like this, not when he can clearly see you uncomfortable. Maybe even a little insecure. To which he’s not sure why, because he’s almost a hundred per cent sure every man and woman alike was staring at you.

He nodded a courtesy ‘bye’ to the woman before wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you towards the car again, “what did i tell you about staying in one place? Where’s the jacket?”.

You roll your eyes, scoffing.

God you make him crazy, “I don’t want you to get sick, why do you never listen to me.”

You sat inside the car again, your body getting wrapped in a hug of warmth. So cozy and warm. You close your own door before he gets to do it, evidently not happy with him. He gets in beside you, starting the car and pulling off. Your oddly silent, not saying a single word to him.

“Are you warm enough?”

You don’t say anything, just continue looking out the window as he continues driving down the road. He smirks to himself for a split second, before wiping it off his face. He clearly got you riled up and fuck did it make him want you even more.

“So you’re ignoring me?”

He’s about to lose it. What’s the deal with you? What’s the deal with him? Why can’t he be a normal human being and embrace the fact that he can now freely be with you? Is it because of how you left? Without a single word? Without bidding goodbye? Is it perhaps because he had to mend his hurt and self pity but also his disappointment with his own self without anyone there for him? Could it be that he’s so hurt and betrayed that he cannot see past it? Hardly.

Sure enough as you reach the house, the other car is gone from the driveway. Jungkooks brows furrow for a minute, before he reaches for his phone, and sends a text. “The guys are gone out to join the girls.”

You don’t say anything, once again. You simply leave his car and head for the door of the cabin. The cold outside was bitter, a cloud of mist coming out your mouth with every breath that left you. You put the key into the door and open it, setting your bag down on the little black desk by the door. Along with your keys. Jungkook follows you, also discarding his personal items. The silence in the room was loud, it was screaming at you within each corner, it was something that would surely break the toughest soldier.

“Stop ignoring me, it’s rude.”

The scoff that leaves your chest could rattle the the roof right off this little cabin, “excuse me?”

You turn to face him, a rather nerve-racking look is on your pretty little face, and just like mentioned, it made Jungkook nervous.

Your eyes turned into slits as you slowly walked towards him, your heels clicking off the wooden floors, “you’ve got quite the nerve to tell me I’m rude for simply not being in the mood to talk to you, but you can ignore me for the last couple of weeks like it’s nothing. Fuck it’s almost Christmas, we’re leaving to go back home in three days, and the only time you’ve spoken to me within the three weeks that our group reunited is now. Now when I was finally going to try and move on, when I was finally going to stop being stuck on you and have fun. Even if it wasn’t going to be good. Even if it wasn’t with someone who I actually wanted, at least, I wouldn’t still be hung up on you.”

“Have fun with someone?”

“Oh my god,” you whined, “are doing this on purpose? You have me confused for weeks, you don’t talk to me and then suddenly when I feel a small faint of happiness you kiss me! You make me go crazy, I’m going fucking crazy!”

He scoffs, “and you think I haven’t? You left me without a word, you didn’t even have half a mind to talk to me. You just left me. I didn’t know if you were going to come back, if you were going to ever talk to me or yeji again. The moment you walked out that door you took my heart with you, and now you returned, and what? Did you want everything to go back to how it used to be?”

“I don’t know! Maybe? But at least we could have talked about it.” You said.

He walked towards you, hands stuffed in his pocket as he reached you. He looked down at you, so close and personal he could probably see every pore on your face. He made you nervous, the good type of nervous. It was honestly silly how quickly and simply he could have you forget what you’re mad about. How lightning fast he could make your heart skip beats and just how much you wanted him. His hand reached for your waist, grabbing onto the curve of your hip, scrunching the dress up.

“You really think, someone could ever make you have fun, like you do with me?”

Your eyes finally looked up, meeting his darkening gaze. The sultry look on his face had you picking up on confidence. That’s exactly how Jungkook worked on you, he influenced you so much. With him you felt like you could take on the world, like you were the only woman alive. He made you confident, and he made you feel so sexy.

Your eyes turned lazy, lips parting as you looked between his lips and eyes, “you really think I need you to have fun?”

He chuckled, his nose burying in your hair as he closed his eyes to the familiar scent, “oh I know you can have all the fun by yourself.” He smirked.

“Of course you do, at the end of the day, you liked watching me have fun,” your fingers wrapped around his chin, thumb running along his plump lip, “you especially loved watching me have fun when you couldn’t join”

Your hands were almost immediately grabbed into a tight grasp with his one hand, he pinned you against the wall. Your bare back meeting the cold wall had you arching into him with a small gasp, his hips pressed against your lower stomach, “and if I remember correctly, you loved it when I had my own fun with you.”

Your lips were sealed with his own, your breath was caught in your throat as you gasped right into mouth. His mouth was merciless, swallowing you like he was dehydrated. He was crazy, kissing you like his life was on the line. His grip on your hands eased, just so both of his hands could grab your hips, pressing you further into him and at that point you could feel his belt buckle right at your belly button, you moaned mid kiss, the vulgar sound sending blood to his dick and that’s when you felt him hard against your lower belly.

The butterflies that swarmed your stomach had you detaching from his mouth, your body arching into him as your head leaned into the wall, giving him ample space to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing so hard he surely left marks. He really was fucking crazy, shit.

“Fuck, we gotta move, they could be back any second.”

Without much effort, he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, forehead leaning up against his as his lips sucked into your bottom one, nibbling at it. Your dress rode up, exposing your ass to the cold air and bunching up at your thighs. He took this opportunity to grab a good handful of your ass, slapping it gently. Groaning into your mouth. He walked into his bedroom, on the opposite side of the living room.

He laid you down on the bed gently, his body still against yours your legs relaxed around him. His mouth began kissing down your neck, leaving a bruise on your collarbone before he tapped your ass, “sit up,”

Obedient as always, you sit up. Letting him undo the dress from the back, unbuttoning the three buttons above your ass, “I hate this dress.”

“Do you hate it or are you just jealous?” You smirked.

“Less talking, more kissing.” He chuckled as he kissed you again.

This felt like Jungkook. The Jungkook you know, the sweet man who cares about you. The one that would set the galaxy on fire for you. He slipped the dress of your body, with one smooth move, taking your underwear with him when you lifted your hips up. Your ass still on the edge of the bed, you leaned up on your elbows, your mouth parting as he drops to his knees, and for a second, you thought he was going to take your heels off, instead, he set your foot over his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh, his mouth warm against your cooler skin.

Your head leaned back, anticipating his lips. He kissed right on top of your pussy, watching your reaction as his tongue dipped inside your wet cunt. Your mouth opened, a small smile playing on your pretty lips. His tongue licked from the bottom to the top of your slit, collecting your arousal in his mouth, moaning lowly as he attached his lips on your clit sucking onto you, the pleasure forcing your body back down onto the sheets. His tongue began flicking, earning moans as a response. Your hands tangling onto the sheets, he loved you liked this, immersed in your own pleasure.

His finger entered your pussy, the feeling had you whining, biting onto your lip as you moaned, “Jungkook,”

The vibration of his low moan against you, sent shivers down your spine. He added another finger in you, stretching you out and your heel began digging into his back and that in turn made his own moan resound through you, “fuck please I need you.”

He didn’t listen, instead his tongue worked faster on you, his fingers curled in a “come here” motion, rocking inside you with so much strength your body began moving with his motions. Your whines became muffled, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip and finally you came on his fingers.

fuck I missed you”, he said, coming back onto his own feet he impatiently took his sweater off, mouth wrapping around his fingers to suck your cum off them. Your stomach rose and fell, and he was too impatient to take all his clothes off, instead he chose to kiss your body instead, pecking randomly all over stomach, chest and face, “I missed you so much”.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, pulling his zipper down. You started taking of his pants, getting them past his ass and letting them pool around his ankles as you kissed him messily, “I missed you too”.

You pumped his cock in your hand, running your thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and sucking it off right after, “condom.” You say as he begins rutting his dick up your slit, “fuck I didn’t bring any”.

You groaned, his tip hitting your sensitive clit, “I’m on birth control, are you clean?”

His mouth was busy creating bruises behind your ear, “I haven’t slept with anyone since you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He lined himself up with your pussy, his hands found yours, locking your fingers with his as he raised them above your head. His hips thrusted forward, entering you with a slight stretch. Both of you gasping in time with each other, lips hovering over each other. He took his time pushing inside you. Slowly, stretching you out and your body responded within a second. As if awaking from hibernation. Your hips moved with his as he bottomed out. Your eyes closing as he watched your beautiful face contorted in pure pleasure. He began slowly, his thrusts gentle before your breathy moans made him pick up his pace. His body thrusting with yours as your skin rubbed against each other.

The fullness inside your lower stomach was so good, the way his cock was dragging in and out of you with such precision. It had your toes curling inside your heels. Which made you wonder why he didn’t take them off you.

“You’re mine you get it? No one else’s but mine. I get to, fuck,” he moaned, your pussy clenching around him for a split second, “I get to love you.”

“Yes, fuck yes.” You agreed, your eyes so round and beautiful as they glistened, reflecting all his dreams and hopes in them.

His arm wrapped around your waist, and the force which he began thrusting inside you had you practically screaming, your nails digging into his bag as your chest and cheeks began blushing with your impending orgasm, the bed creaked with his merciless thrusting. His tip hitting something inside you so good that your moans silenced, sweat beading your body as the pleasure seeped from your head to yours toes, shooting electricity through your body as your pussy clenched around him. Leg shaking as you came without much of a warning, your voice choked up, “fuck”.

“Shit” his breathing was fast, moans resonating so deep inside his chest it felt like a rumble against yours. Face hiding in your chest as his thrust became sloppy, he chased his high, your overstimulation making tears form around your eyes as your moans drove him to cum inside you. His dick twitching, pumping hot liquid onto your walls.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

A/N; so nothing was resolved really aside from some sex lol. I apologise for the slow updating I’m so busy. Masterlist is linked in my bio ;).

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kxxkiecxre · 5 months

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Just wanted to quickly apologise to all the people who read like a moth to a flame and are waiting for an update. I’m unfortunately, horrendously sick 🤧 and to be honest I haven’t even started the new chapter. I mean, I’ve got it brainstormed, just not actually written coherently 😔 I know I’m literally awful with updating and it’s taken me a goddamn year to finish one little tiny mini series (realising this now has my eyes almost popping out of their sockets) genuinely sorry but life is crazy and this year has been awful to say the least. I also love to read, and most of the time when I do long onto this app it’s either to escape my reality or to interact with y’all 🥹 cause I loveeeee hearing feedback and reading messages and sometimes I don’t answer the asks because honestly I forget to respond and then weeks pass and I’m like “it’s kinda useless to respond now” lol. Anyway, please wait for mee I’ll hopefully finish to mini series by the end of the year and if I do I’ll pop a wine open! Because that’d be my very first fully finished book series 🤭

#update #sorry #likeamothtoaflame #bts jeon jungkook

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kxxkiecxre · 6 months

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・❥・SHOOT! || JEON JUNGKOOK ・❥・

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader.

Series: like a moth to a flame.

Summary: there’s never really a guide book on how to keep two important people in your life happy at the same time. Is there?

Warnings: sad, break ups, disloyalty, cancer diagnosis, idk? Just not a very happy chapter tbh. Stick with me though! Short chapter!

PREVIOUSLY… NEXT…

“I just don’t think the best way to tell her is by throwing her surprise party like she’s finding out the gender of her unborn child.” You sighed, going back to suck on the straw of your empty milkshake.

Jungkook swapped his Oreo milkshake for your empty kinder bueno one. He’s noticed when you’re super stressed or anxious you generally snack away on sugar mindlessly. Not that it’s a bad thing or something, he just finds it endearing.

“Maybe we can just not tell her…” you suggest, gulping down the Oreo milkshake like it’s your mission.

“So she can later bury us alive when she finds out?” He cringes.

Yeji would never. She’s too kind hearted to ever hurt anybody in any type of way and if her emotions do take a toll on her, she’s never the one to not apologise about it if she was in the wrong. Yeji is too smart. Too compassionate and sincere. It’d be silly to think she’d ever dehumanise you for dating her brother.

“Do you think she’ll be disgusted with me for dating her stinky brother?”

“How am I ‘stinky’” he pouts.

“Babe, you leave all your clothes everywhere, whether they’re fresh or not. I keep finding your socks all over my apartment, not to mention you like to just change outfits within seconds. Like I iron your decided outfit and make sure it looks perfect and then you’re all like ‘mmm no, the whites too muted” you rolled your eyes groaning.

His mouth opened in surprise. Doe eyes looking scandalised, “that’s only because you also change your outfit ideas last second! ‘Oh the glitter reflects different in this dress than on my shoes.”

It wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. The fight between Jungkook and Yeji was starting to escalate and you didn’t exactly know how to stop it or help. So you stood in the corner, balling up and trying your hardest not to crumble because you knew. You knew now more than ever. If she doesn’t agree to this, if she finds it weird or odd or whatever. There’s no way you can keep this going. Even if you love him more than yourself. Yeji is your best friend and even if technically you don’t need her blessing to date Jungkook, it’s morally wrong. You’ve sworn to her since childhood that you’d never date her brother.

“Why am I not allowed to be with someone that makes me happy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Because,” she would yell back an octave higher and suddenly it felt like you were a small kid and your parents were arguing all over again “because she is my person. She’s the one I befriended before you. Because she’s the only thing I have aside from you. I can’t let this happen. If you break up and I have to choose sides it’ll be the end for me. I won’t have you, I won’t have her. I won’t have anyone. Jungkook please,” she practically sobbed

“I’ve never said this before because I always hated it, but kook. Please. I have given you everything I had through out our life. I protected you. I loved you. I was there for you when our parents weren’t there for us. I gave you a piece of myself day by day, night by night because you are the only thing I had in life because I love you. I’m younger and I have surrounded my life around you. You were my hero, not dad, not mom, you. You were the man I loved first, ever. You were the man I wrote about in class. The man I imagined had a cape when I was growing up and was my hero,” you stood in the corner, crying silently, head down not able to even glance at yeji.

“Jungkook please.”

It was silent. All the tension, all the life sucking energy was hung in the hair as if it was a hair strand away from breaking into absolute chaos. You’ve realised then, that both of them stared at you. Jungkook had some sort of hope in his eyes, but he looked like he was two seconds away from throwing up too. Yeji was a sobbing mess. And it finally sank in. Nothing would ever go back to anything it ever was before. Ever. Not with yeji, not with Jungkook.

You licked your drying lips and bit onto the lower one, fiddling with the keys in your hands, looking at your feet before you realised it was hopelessly. You’d end up hurting either one of them in the end. The only thing you could do was remove yourself completely. Away from yeji and away from Jungkook. They’re more likely to forgive each other and yeji would definitely find friends. It was a losing fight for you any choice you made and if you knew you could at least give them a shot to fix their relationship, you’d hurt yourself just to keep both of them happy. They’d mend their hurt.

From the beginning this was destined for failure. From the petty fight with Jungkook to the sex to finally falling in love with him. It was all just building up to this. The fights that put a strain on your friendship with yeji, the sneaking around, the dishonesty. There was no going back at this point. You couldn’t fix it anymore. You were being selfish the minute you reciprocated the kiss with Jungkook that very night. It was all just going to go down the drain and you knew it was. That’s the thing. Yet you did because you couldn’t help how amazing it felt. To love Jungkook, to have him with you. Exactly, where it brings you now.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I can’t do this.”

You left the apartment in a rush, wiping your tears and hoping this pain would subside. Hoping you’d ever forgive yourself. The way both their faces dropped, the hurt and despair in Jungkooks eyes. Yejis eyes widening and jaw dropping as if someone just stabbed her in the guts. It had you so nausea you were seconds away from throwing up. The second the elevator opened you dashed outside, not so gracefully throwing up beside the door. Not that there’s any graceful way of throwing up.

Walking through the rain had all the memories rushing through you. From the first fight, where you couldn’t even look Jungkook in the eye, to the sex, to the moment you finally felt the love for him, to the fight when you were away to now. It was painful. This walk happened more than you’d ever liked for it to happen. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to choose. You just couldn’t. Because you loved Yeji, from growing up with her and matching outfits to school with little pigtails and matching clips, to starting high school together and walking in with your hands clasped together like two toddlers. To entering college. From heart breaks to success.

But you also loved Jungkook. He was always in the background of whatever you and Yeji did, he was always there to support and lift you when you fell down. He’s always loved you in no way any other man could ever. You knew that. Even when you didn’t pay attention to him. Even when you’d tease and ignore him. He always loved you. He was always there to protect you. It was breaking your heart bit by bit. You knew he was the man you saw a future with. The man you saw buying your first house with and having his kids. He was your universe. Your future. But you couldn’t do this to Yeji.

What is the point of being with him if you’d put a strain between yourself and yeji? If you took away his sister from him. She swore she’d never, ever speak to him again if you did continue dating each other and that was enough to prove to you that you never wanted to hurt any of them the way you knew it would if you decided in the moment that you chose Jungkook. Because even if you fought for both of them, it would have never been the same. At least now, you could still remain at least friendly with both of them without hurting them any further, or more painfully.

You didn’t want to be cruel. And maybe you were by the way you left. But you wouldn’t ever forgive yourself if you sabotaged their relationship for yours. So you decided to screw yourself up.

Sometimes, that just the way life is.

You finally agreed to have coffee with Jungkook. Just a simple coffee and nothing more. Even though it’s been two months, the tension is still high with Yeji. She hasn’t spoken much to Jungkook aside from the odd little conversation. Jungkook would come over plenty of times, to check up on her, and each time he’d come over, she’d be curled up on the couch, with the same dull expression in her face.

“you were the one who screwed this up Jungkook. The second you decided to fuck my best friend.” She’d always remind him.

It was the bitter truth, though. Because he is the reason why Yeji doesn’t smile as often anymore, or isn’t her bubbly self anymore. She always alone, aside from when Jungkook comes to her place and stays with her for a few nights, she has no one else. She always had you and that was enough for her. He’s screwed it up though. Big time. He fell in love with someone who was meant to be off limits. Someone his sister loved even more.

You sit across him with an odd expression. He has always been able to at least guess what you were thinking, today however, he can’t. Your eyes looked stoic. Empty. You showed no form of emotion on your face. You just sat with your legs crossed over the other and your hands mimicked your legs, loosely hanging of the edges. You were dressed smart, white dress pants and a white jacket with gold little buttons, a white button up underneath and white pumps. You were practically like a statue in front of him, a gorgeous one though.

Even in the state that you were, pale, dark circles under your eyes and void of any kind of emotion, you still managed to be the most beautiful woman in the room.

He swallow rather uncomfortably, his Adam’s apple bopping with the action. He looked nervous, his leg kept bouncing and his eyes were were everywhere but you. He’d look at you for a split second and then focus his gaze elsewhere. It wasn’t fun watching struggle like this.

He didn’t look bad. His skin was tanned and glowing, he must of gotten a haircut recently, perhaps an undercut? He was dressed like the usual him, baggy clothes. Comfortable. He still managed to look mesmerising and you were kicking yourself for even thinking like that, for letting your heart skip a beat any time you’d catch his gaze. For letting your skin form goosebumps every time you’d get a whiff of his scent reminding you of where you felt the safest. Most of all hating yourself because you came here to ask about Yeji. Not simp over the man that never leaves your head. The one singular man that has your heart breaking every day even more.

It was sick. What love can do to someone. It can test every single nerve in one’s body, it can fuck with your brain and make you into a robot rather than a human. It was nauseating what love can do to a human body. Sure it feels nice in the moment, but once that breaking point comes, your body crashes. It hates the pain, despises the feeling of your chest crushing and squeezing your heart like it was a poor man who owed money to the mafia. Like it was the victim of the school bullies, kicked and beaten for what? For a few moments of happiness?

Yet if you had the option to click a magic button and let yourself relive the happy moments, you would. You’d abuse it. Because the euphoric feeling was addicting. It felt better than sex, it felt better than a cup of hot chocolate during a winter storm, better than any sort of reward. It was essentially like crack. It’d slowly take every ounce of the best of you, and turn everything you once adored into pain.

“How are you?” His voice was small, like a scared child testing the waters.

You blinked, your expressionless face never broke character.

“I’m okay,” you replied in a more confident voice, “how are you?”

Jungkook looked down at the table, picking at the skin around his nails. His hand brushed around the nape of his neck, awkwardly.

“I’m,” his tongue poked his cheek, “I’m trying my best.”

“How’s yej-“

“I’m worried about yeji”

Your eyebrows shot up. Everything around you seemed to freeze in place and finally, the heart you have been protecting so much from breaking any further shattered all over again. You kept calm despite the fact that tears sprung to your eyes almost immediately. It was single handedly the worst thing he could have told you. It was something you thought you prepared yourself for, but nothing can ever prepare you for the pain of your loved ones suffering.

“She doesn’t have anyone other than me. Even then she doesn’t talk to me aside asking me what I’d like to eat or drink. She has no friends. She hasn’t smiled ever since that day, she’s lost a lot of weight too. I don’t know.. I don’t know how to help her Y/N.” His voice began breaking and your heart was ready to make its way out your throat and runaway on tiny little legs screaming for a break.

“Please help her.”

You closed your eyes, looking away from him.

“Okay.”

The look in her eyes had you terrified. She looked as if she was just one step away from breaking or perhaps shooting you. She stood across the room from you with the angriest and sharpest look you have ever seen on her. She was like a lioness ready to pounce to protect her cubs and it scared you to death.

More than anything, she looked so fragile. So poorly. As if she was sick and it was making you anxious. Even weeks before the fight, she started looking sickly. She was a lot more tired than before, and coughing almost all the time. It made you wonder, if maybe she was, sick?

“Yeji?” You asked gently, “can I talk to you please?”

There was a beat of silence, “now? After you left me when I need you most? Now?” She yelled.

You bit onto your inner cheek, hanging your head in shame, “I still care about you. I’m so sorry. I love you so much and I regret ever leaving you. But I need you to talk to me.”

She began crying and it had you rushing to her, practically breaking your ankles as your grabbed her delicate body to yours, hugging her as tightly as you could. As if you could just put her in your heart and keep her forever safe. She gripped onto your jacket, sobbing into your shoulder as you ran your hand through her head. Hugging her closer to your body.

Her entire body was shaking as you held her, your heart was aching as you sat on the couch. Jungkook stood at the kitchen island, biting his lips as he watched the two of you. Hating himself for doing all this to both of you because he was so selfish about you.

“Don’t freak out please,” she began, licking her chapped lips, “I have cancer,”

Jungkook stilled, his body raised in goosebumps everything he’s ever loved, everything he’s ever protected her from, all of the worrying about her, the one thing no one can protect another from, happened. And it was like someone pulled the rug beneath his legs. He could barely breathe.

“I- I had cancer?,” she questioned, “I, um, I had surgery, a small one, to remove the tumour, it was the mole on my back, they removed it successfully. I just need a few rounds of chemo to make sure the cells are all gone and have my bloods done every couple weeks to check my marks.”

“Yeji…” your bottom lip trembled, “why didn’t you tell me before?.”

She sighed, sniffling, picking at the pillow between both of you, “because,” she shrugged, “you weren’t here much. You were away for Jungkook’s fight, and the surgery date was set on the day. I thought I could tell you when you’d come back. But then all that happened.”

“That doesn’t matter, Yeji. You are the most important to me. I would’ve dropped everything for you.”

“That’s exactly why,” she smiled sadly, “I didn’t want to stop anyone’s life for me. After all I’m fine. It wasn’t anything serious.”

You held her hand, kissing it as you leaned her into your chest. Holding her, “you’re so strong yeji. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

Jungkook sat on the other side of his sister, leaning onto her and holding her just as tightly as you held her, “I’m so sorry.”

��Guys I’m okay I promise.”

No matter what she’d tell you. You’d forever blame yourself for leaving her lonely during all this. The fact she had to be alone during the hardest days of her life was unfair. You were truly a bad friend and you wish you could go back and look at the signs. They were all there. Yet you didn’t even pay enough attention to realise it.

“I still can’t believe you touched my brother.” She fake gagged, making you chuckle.

“He’s not all that anyway.”

A/N: sorry?

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kxxkiecxre · 7 months

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ꕥFWM - J.J.K ꕥ

PAIRING: Jungkook x F!reader

SERIES: like a moth to a flame.

SUMMARY: “do you really fuck with me or no? Do you trust me enough? Do you love me like I love you Y/N”

WARNINGS: bit of arguing, self doubts, about forgive cheating, angst, fluff, smut, fingering, cum eating, multiple orgasms, they joined the mile high club lol, mirror sex, unprotected sex (please don’t), tummy bulging. I think that’s it lol.

previously… next…

You had hoped this wouldn’t have happened. You trusted him enough to believe he wouldn’t screw you over like that. That he wouldn’t ever hurt you this much, but, maybe you truly are too naive? Because time and time again, you end up getting hurt. Even by the people you believed loved you.

But doubting yourself like this, comparing yourself to other women because of a man, you truly can’t believe you let yourself stoop so low because of him. Sure you love him, maybe a little too much, and maybe that’s why it hurts so fucking much, but you thought you had your heart wrapped in bubble wrap. Protecting it from breaking again, and here we go, Job failed. Maybe you should slap a ‘fragile’ sticker on top of it as well.

The rain seemed to be pour out of a bucket as you walked the streets of Boston, unsure of where you are or where you’re going. Eventually, you found a small cafe, stopping inside to grab a hot mocha and think.

Perhaps, he wasn’t lying? Was he telling the truth or is that just your wishful thinking? What if he did sleep with that woman? What does that mean?

You loved him so much it was practically suffocating you. Every single inch of your soul ached for his company every minute of every day. If almost burned you painfully when he wasn’t connected to you in some type of way. Everyday that you wouldn’t be with him, was like you’ve been the sickest you could be. Deathly sick. It was nauseating being away from him.

The way he’d touch your skin, his finger tips trailing your delicate flesh so gently, minimally running his fingers up and down. The way his kisses would be so gentle but so rough, leaving purple bruises in the wake of his pillow-like lips. His mouth was dirty, so dirty, he’d tell you all the things he’d love to do to you, while his fingers would be dipping inside of you. He’d edge you closer and closer. Tell you how beautiful you’d look when you were in your most natural state, moaning, sweaty and flushed underneath him. He’d tell you how much he loved kissing you, how much he adored your skin, how good you were. His body would melt into your skin while he’d be thrusting into you so deeply you could feel him in your cervix, and still, he’d tell you how gorgeous you looked while you’d come. He’d tell you how your eyes glisten and how he could get lost in them.

It drove you insane, he drove you insane. He wasn’t meant to ever become this precious to you. This close and personal. You were never meant to fall in love with him, fuck.

Yet here you are, walking back to the hotel. Coming to terms with the fact that you’d push aside your own pain and ego, just to keep having him close. Just to make him yours. Just to keep feeling that ecstatic feeling every time he’d kiss you. It was a drug stronger than fentanyl. Than cocaine, than heroine. Anything. Love, was the drug that truly would fuck you up.

Standing in front of the door, you suck in a deep breath, dripping wet, you enter the room to a disorientated Jungkook.

You’re not sure how you woke up to only argue with him again. Still here you are, with your phone in hand, realising he actually was telling you the truth. He truly was only helping his friend out and for some reason that made you so upset.

But no body was as upset as Jungkook right now. Standing in front of you in nothing more than grey sweatpants. Shirtless and angry.

“I don’t understand how you could just leave like that? You didn’t even have half the mind to text even Minho to say you’re okay, or that you’re taking a walk? You had me going crazy, shit don’t you get it?” He says desperately.

You bite your lip, for once lost for words.

“I love you so much I was about to go out and leave everything behind just to find you. I was going to call everyone I knew around here to help find you, fuck can’t you see that I see no point without you?”

“Jungkook what are you saying? You’re telling me you love but how can you blame? We went from friendly to hating each other to sex, you gave me no clue that you’d even remotely love me. How was I suppose to know?”

“So me spending everyday with you, giving you my entire attention, being mesmerised by you didn’t tell you that I could at least have a crush on you? All the roses the teddies the gifts the fact that no other person had even half of the attention I was giving you, not even my sister, was not a sign?”

You sigh, running your hand through your hair, you really fucked up huh?

“I’m sorry.”

His brows furrow, he squats to your level, forehead against yours his hands cupping your face as he closes his eyes, “do you really fuck with me or no? Do you trust me enough? Do you love me like I love you Y/N?”

You nod, your hands wrapping around his wrists, “I love you even more Jungkook.”

Going back home was depressing. A whole different vibe to when you arrived in Boston. Though you’ve mended things with Jungkook, you don’t particularly think this will be an easy fix. Nor do you think anything will be the same, not after you both confessed to your feelings. It’d be weird to just ignore all that happened and just go back to what you were

Not to mention, you’d have to explain everything to yeji and just that thought makes you feel nauseas.

Jungkook sat beside you in the backseat of the van, black puffer coat on his upper half, paired with a with a black oversized short with a white turtleneck underneath and his baggy cargo pants. His accessories, the silver gun in particular, was your recent gift to him. As well as the rings on his fingers. You weren’t dressed as nicely, a basic white cropped puffer coat that had a hoodie lined with faux fur, underneath though, you wore your baby pink long sleeve but skin tight shirt, your pants were the most general white tracksuits. You wore a beanie on top of your head because you genuinely felt like you were going to freeze to death. Even in your basic outfit, he reminded you how beautiful you looked, and it made you feel guilty, because you didn’t have the trust in him, even if he gave you no reason to distrust him. Your trust issues were getting in the way, and sure, before everything, before this, it used to be a silly little joke. Not anymore though.

You realise now you have a lot of shit to work through. You hadn’t realised how messed up you were, really. This situation opened up your eyes and as you follow him to sit across him for breakfast before going to the airport, you sigh, mentally fighting yourself wether you should bring this issue up now, or perhaps when you get home and get settled, you’re not sure how much more disagreeing both of you can take. You’re really tired of it.

“Look at me,” his voice was gentle, dripping honey as he spoke to you, “no more running out on each other, let’s have a little more trust in each other hm? Let’s hear each other out before we jump to conclusions and work on this together. This wasn’t all your fault either. I messed up to.”

You closed your eyes in a silent plea to stop blaming himself, your heart clenching the more you realise how you must have really hurt him, “the truth is, you haven’t. You did nothing wrong, on the contrary actually, you did everything right. You took care of a friend who needed you, especially a woman who needed someone she could trust to get her home safely and you did just that. And I couldn’t be more proud of you, I’m sorry I reacted like that. Im sorry Jungkook.”

He licked his pierced lip, nodding his head gently, “no biggie, just promise me one thing.”

You nodded immediately, beginning to take your gloves off, “anything.”

“Don’t ever leave me like that again. Don’t just disappear on me. Matter of fact, just don’t leave my side ever.”

Your eyes soften, heart beating faster than a bulletin train, “I promise.”

“Then why are you still sitting there?, come here.” His arms opened wider, welcoming you to his side.

You sat beside him, curling up into his side as his arm dropped around you. If a doctor put a stethoscope to your chest right now they’d be getting a crash cart In seconds. Your heart was erratic, jumping, running, sprinting, cartwheeling around in your chest as his lips connected to yours for a sweet and gentle kiss. Sure, you’re slowly patching things up. But that doesn’t mean everything is alright, nothing is alright until you truly discuss what’s going on between you. What you want to do about it, and finally telling Yeji. It won’t be ok until then.

Still, it’s better than being silent towards each other.

Still your thoughts chased you, even while you were sat beside him in the plane. Your mind never shut off, it was constantly on repeat. Naming things that are wrong with you, slowly realising you’ve been hurting Jungkook without even realising it. The times you’d roll your eyes at him when he’d tell you, that you’re the most important person in life right now along side his sister. The times you’d ignore him protecting you for own good, just like he tried protecting you against Jimin. All the times you wouldn’t trust him. The times you’d always choose Yeji over him.

Fuck, you were so incredibly guilty.

Taking his hand in yours, you bring it up to your mouth, planting little kisses on it a million times, hugging his bicep closer to you as if you could mend the pain you caused him. Realistically, that’s impossible. If you knew sooner, the way your stupid self was affecting him. You’d have apologised sooner. He slept peacefully beside you, nose blushed pink along with his cheeks, eyelashes long and curly, and his lips were a bit dry, but you blame the cold weather for his soft pillowy lips turning this way because yours are also incredibly dry and chapped.

A couple hours in and Jungkook is wide awake, staring at you as you slowly wake up. His hand still in yours, albeit not held onto as tightly anymore. Still his smile widens as you fully look at him now, confused on why he has the mischievous glint In his eyes.

“I’m even in your dreams huh? Was I as good as I am in reality baby?” He smirked to himself as his nose buried in your hair.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your cheeks flushed, eyes round and big “what?”

“Be a good girl and meet me In the bathroom in five minutes hm?”

You watched him walk away, still shocked at what he meant. Well you knew what he meant you were just shocked. Still you checked your watch waiting another two minutes before you went to the bathroom eyes scanning the rows of people in case any of them knew, most were asleep some were too busy reading.

Knocking the door opens and you were snatched inside almost instantly. His lips were desperate on your own, practically bruising. You kissed back full force, back against the door as his hand skimmed the rim of your sweatpants, gentle and ghostly on your skin before his hand followed down, pulling your thong to the side as his fingers dipped between your lips, feeling just how soaked you were, dripping down your own thigh and it drove him mad.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned, “what am I gonna do with you mhm?”

You whimpered, hands balled into fists around his black shirt desperate to feel him inside of, rubbing your thighs together as your core tingled, desperately looking for relief.

“Please Kook, I need you to fill me up.”

Your pants were down your legs in seconds. And your body was pressed against the sink, the mirror hanging right in front of you showing you just how desperate you were. His body behind you as he positioned your body, your ass sticking out, and his cock dragged up and down between your folds, pulling little moans out of you. Your core practically screamed for him, tingling as if there were a hundred million butterfly’s there.

The tip of his cock stretched you out, and it already had you whimpering, falling apart as he whined a barely audible “damn” under his breath.

Jungkook set the pace rough and animalistic from the start. He wasn’t messing around. He hit that sweet spot inside you over and over, his larger hands tangled with yours over the edge of the skin, his body flush against your back as he fucked you so good, he looked back at you in the mirror, smirking.

“Look at yourself baby, look how fucking beautiful you are.. shit” he groaned as you clenched around him, your pussy throbbing around his fat cock as it pounded inside of you, his hand came up to grab onto your jaw forcing you to looking back at him in the mirror, “do you see it? How fucking perfect you are? That’s my girl”.

You moaned a bit too loud, his hand covering your mouth as he raised you to almost stand, flush against his chest as he began thrusting slower but so fucking deep. He brought the hand that was over yours towards your lower stomach, making you feel him thrusting in and out of you. He was balls deep, hitting every tiny nerve and you knew it was going to be messy, so messy. A few more deep thrusts and you cum around him, forming a white sticky juice around his cock as it dragged in and out, running around his fat dick and it was enough for him to shoot his load up inside you.

“Shit, my perfect little whore hm?”

“Yes.”

You winced as he pulled out, leaving an empty feeling inside of you. And you missed him already, clenching around nothing but rather spilling his cum out of you. He dropped to his knees, watching as it made a mess of your swollen pussy, and he’s not quite sure what possessed him, but he latched onto your cunt within seconds, licking you up and making you gasp at the over stimulation as his tongue lapped around your pussy, sucking and twirl on your clit before dragging his tongue inside your hole and your legs shook as you came down once again, shocked at his behaviour. Your hands tightly wrapped around his black hair.

“What the fuck.”

It was too late for this, but still, just as you entered Yejis apartment she immediately threw herself at you, hugging you as if she hasn’t seen you for years. You hugged her back, smiling from ear to ear. damn the woman’s strong she had you In a tight ass grip you could barely breathe.

As she sat you down at the couch you shared a look with Jungkook, knowing that at some point she’ll need to find out and for some reason it leaves your stomach in a twist. Afraid she’ll hate your guts for falling for her brother.

Still, he smirked at you as he went into his room, and you knew that little rendezvous in the plane was just the beginning to what he had in store for you and it made a shiver run down your back.

Eyes focusing on yeji ranting about something, your mind was on other things though it looked like you gave her your undivided attention and it was kinda mean of you but at the same time, you really didn’t want to hurt yeji.

Anyone, but Yeji.

A/N: sorry the chapters seem so short 😩 enjoy!!!

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kxxkiecxre · 7 months

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Part 6 of like a moth to a flame;

FWM- J.J.K.

*teaser*

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Please be patient with me while I write this! I truly haven’t been doing to well since the summer, and it’s even becoming worse these days. I apologise for literally being so dry 24/7! <3

#bts drabble #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk #jeon junkook #jungkook #jungkookie #bts #like a moth to a flame #teaser

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kxxkiecxre · 7 months

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ REHAB ʚ✟⃛ɞ J.J.K.

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

SERIES: like a moth to a flame.

SUMMARY: feelings get in the way. You’ve learned this half a year ago when you first let Jungkook get too close. But you never learn, do you?

WARNINGS: angst. They fight. Fluff. Smut but nothing crazy. Boxing match (fighting). That’s all I think?

Previously…. Next…

You messed up. This time it was you who messed up. Not Jungkook, you. Despite it not being overly dramatic you still messed up. It wasn’t like you meant to do it, you were trying to help him. Maybe you should have asked for his permission first, but at least he’ll have a shot now. A shot he missed because of you.

“No but coach,” you tried.

“Y/N, I know your lover boy is precious to you, but he got disqualified, there’s nothing much I can do about that.”

You sighed, whining. You were about to stomp your foot like a child but you know it would be far too immature and embarrassing, instead you grabbed Minho’s arm tightly, giving him puppy eyes with a little pout.

Looking at you he clicked his teeth, wondering how jungkook ever says no to you. With them big bug eyes and round lips Christ it’s hard to say no. He wouldn’t blame Jungkook if he gave in to your every request because damn you have a talent. He shuts his eyes closed, practically exhausted by all his might trying to find a way to say no to you, in the end he gives up.

“If you can convince him to take on the fight in Boston I’ll coach him through it again, I can’t promise it’ll get him into the championship again but it’ll help.”

Your eyes lit up and you hugged his arm a little more, his heart swelling with pride. Now he was absolutely sure Jungkook never says no to you. Because he one hundred percent wouldn’t ever have the strength to say any type of no to you. Not with your unadulterated cuteness.

You smirked, happy with yourself up until now. Realising this might not be what Jungkook wants, but at the end of the day, it’s just a try. It’s not like he absolutely has to do it. It’s an option that all up to himself to decide, and though you would love for him to do it and get every ounce of his career back on track, you would also respect his decision to say no and just train.

He might hate you because of this. No, he might despise you. Actually no he won’t because that’s just apart of your overthinking, but regardless you drove to his apartment. High anxiety on how he’d take the news.

As he opens the door yeji comes running out of her room full speed, jumping at you with a life sucking grip as she peppers your face in kisses. You giggle kissing her face back and hugging her just as tight.

“I missed you whore” she says, Jungkook smirks, walking away to the kitchen island as he closes the door.

“Aww I missed you too baby”

As you detach from each other, both of your eyes land on Jungkook whose innocently eating grapes at the counter, oblivious to your gaze.

“Why am I being stared down right now”

“Because you didn’t even say hi to y/n”

“I did something that might upset you” both you and yeji blurt at the same time.

Jungkooks eyes land to you, brows furrowed and expression confused. He had many things come to his mind when you say you did something to upset him, like you cheating on him even though you weren’t in a relationship with him and he knows you wouldn’t sleep with someone while sleeping with him, or running over his favourite stray cat because you’re still not over him throwing his career in the trash over a petty argument.

“What did you do?” He asks, voice wary and unsure.

Biting your lip, you notice Yejis curious face staring at you. You explore your options here, either you can blurt the news and buck it out of his place or, you can very carefully and gently break the news to him, because despite him being angry with Minho punishing him, he specifically told you to not go to Minho and ask for this favour but come on, how long can both of them be this stubborn?

After a few beats of silence you finally, walk very carefully to Jungkook, standing in front of him with your bottom lip tucked into your mouth, it took all his might not to free it and kiss it instead, but yeji was here staring at both of you. Waiting for your answer as much as him.

His gaze was still innocent like, curious but innocent.

“So,” you swallow, “you know how like you risked your career for me? And asked me not to speak breathe or be near Minho? Well I broke that promise”.

Yeji gasps as Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes he shakes his head, “I expected that, happened far later than I thought it would.”

“And I asked him to give you another chance… so, you HAVE to go to Boston. Please, don’t give up on this. On something you genuinely love over one mistake”.

“First of all, it wasn’t a mistake, it was intentional, second of all, I’m not going to Boston.”

You whine, stomping your foot this time, yeji chuckling as she grabs her work bag and bids both of you a quick goodbye before leaving, “but why?”.

“Because what am I gonna do in Boston Y/N?,” he says, going to the cupboard as you follow him slumping slightly and whining, “it won’t guarantee me a spot in the championship and all I’m gonna do is waste my energy and be bored when I can spend it here with you.”

“Yeah but it could be hmph-“

His lips on yours is what shuts you up, soft and petal like his kiss was hypnotising, god you loved it.

“No more Boston talk”

“But I could help you kook.”

He sighs, handing you a cute little heart shaped chocolate in red wrapping paper, you awe at it as he smiles, “fine I’ll make you a deal, I’ll go to Boston, if you come with me.”

“Well obviously I’ll go duh”

Boston was beautiful. Tall buildings surrounding you any which way you went. The streets were bustling and the traffic jams were excruciating. You sat in the back of the SUV with Jungkook, head resting against his bicep, staring out the window on his side. He’d ever so often glance at you and smile softly. Sure, he didn’t like the fact you went behind his back and did what he specifically told you not to, but at the end of the day, he realises you did it out of sheer kindness and respectfulness of his career. He, of course, appreciates it.

Though facing Minho now, with his face mustered in a hard gaze, makes his own turn sour and sassy, on the verge of turning on his heels and flying back home. You rolled your eyes with a slight sigh. Men.

“You both are so prissy,” you scoffed, “suck up the princess tears and save the drama for later, don’t y’all have some work to do?”

Jungkook pouts at that, meanwhile Minho continues with his hard gaze, “and you,” you began, “toughen up doll, shit happens move on. Teach him what he knows best and stop with this over the top testosterone and glaring, it’s ruining my trip”.

You huff as you roll your suit case to the hotel room while both of the lady like men- too proud for their own good- begin following you with stone cold faces.

“Your hormones are clogging my nose, stuff it in your pocket please and hurry up” you whine.

In your room, you finally turn to Jungkook, putting your arms around his neck while his rest on your hips. A smug smirk on his face as you smile, tilting your head in an almost puppy like innocence. How cute.

“You’re too cute.”

You giggle, your nose scrunching In that cute way that Jungkook adores, “when do you start training?”

“Well Minho is a little bitch so in the next hour.” He pouts.

“Oh really?” You ask with a menacing grin.

He squints, “what is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Care for a quickie in this new room?”

He smirks, “always”

“Come on Jungkook, you punch like a little girl” Minho yells at him, he really wishes he could turn this punching bag into Minho right about now.

You sat at the little bench, watching as the muscles on Jungkooks bare back contracted. The sweat glistening on his skin as he moved fluidly, throwing a punch straight out, and underneath. His body moved so smoothly, like a snake almost. He was quick and powerful, sharp. He hit every target on point as he followed Minho around the ring, he’d bounce on his feet from time to time. Arms moving around as he’d take a step forward and before you’d know it he’d take a jab. Hard enough to have Minho stumbling back.

It was hot. It made you crazy, the sheer muscle and body he had was amazing to look at. It wasn’t like he was a muscle pig or something, he was lean with just enough muscle that it looked almost perfect. His waist was tiny but his back was broad. He was blessed, but he also worked hard for his form. For this sport, which is why you fought to get this spot for him. To give him a shot again.

Jungkook was focused, his eyes were straight lined at his target and each day you’d spend with him training, you’d see him improve and become sharper and smoother even more. He possessed so much confidence, so much fluidity and slyness in the way he manoeuvred his body it was insane. Each day, he’d only get better.

Eventually, it was the day prior to his fight and he invited you to take the morning run with him. Even though it sounded like absolute hell, you still pulled into your shorts and his oversized hoodie. Following him out of the hotel.

“Kook,” you began, doing some stretches with him, “I better get that doughnut after this.”

He chuckled, “I promised you I’d get you one.”

You didn’t expect to run this far. Practically drenched in your own sweat as you came back to your room. You immediately began stripping your clothes of, heading to your shower as Jungkook followed you.

“I’m never running with you again.”

“Baby come on, we only ran for an hour.”

As you turned the shower to the hottest setting, Jungkook hissed, the water burning his skin as you seemed to be in bliss. He pumped some of the shampoo into his hand, lathering your hair in it as he kissed your shoulder, right where he left a hickey. Your muscles relaxing instantly.

“It was a near death experience kook”

He rolled his eyes at your dramatic expression. He watched as you turned to face him, your eyes glistening as you began running your hands down his chest, resting them at his abs as you leaned up to kiss him, he chuckled under his breath immediately linking his lips with yours. It was sweet, but rough enough to have you sighing into the kiss.

His lips became more needy, as did yours, desperately wrapping them around his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth as he groaned, picking you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You flinched as your bare skin came into contact with the cold wall, the shower still drenching both of you with hot water against your skin.

“Kook, I need you.”

“Me too baby, me too.”

He made your head spin, every single day your affection for him grew stronger and stronger. It was scary at times because you knew you loved him, and it terrified you. Because fuck, you love him. A lot. It wasn’t just a silly crush anymore. It was pure love and you hated that. But just as he began sinking into you, you immediately knew he was gonna eventually break your heart, again.

He swallowed your moan with a kiss as he began rocking his hips into yours, rolling them smoothly. Directly going for your sweet spot as you began pulsing around him, tightening your core around his dick as he watched you. Your face turning into pleasure as you moaned, your breasts bouncing with you. Your forehead leaned against his, your mouth open and your eyes held something in them that made his heart skip a beat.

“Fuck I’m crazy for you y/n”

“Mmm”

The next morning, Jungkook was training harder than ever, before eventually, Minho told him to take a break and relax, which lead you to have dinner with him in a cute secluded restaurant. The area was beautiful, low and warm lighting, red interior and a warm atmosphere surrounded you. His black button up was left loose around his chest, black slacks laid perfectly over his legs and his waist looked snatched in the black Hermes belt. He looked delicious.

You wore a simple black satin dress. It was smooth and comfortable, but it looked classy nonetheless. Your nails were a pearl white, hair straight and skin glowing. You looked absolutely phenomenal and it drove Jungkook crazy. He had no clue what you were doing to him, but fuck, he liked that warm feeling in his chest every time he looked or thought about you.

You had him wrapped around your finger.

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It was loud. The boxing match was about to start and you sat at the side lines with Minho, your heart racing a hundred miles an hour as Minho told you to calm down. Still, with ever passing second you could barely stay seated because of your nerves. Eventually, Jungkook came out, the music turned to some rap as he walked out, bouncing from foot to foot as the staff took his jacket off and he went into the ring. You silently prayed that he goes through, and most importantly, that he doesn’t get hurt. The round began, and the fight started, he was quicker, taller than his opponent too, but the guy was smart, he’d analyse his moves, and get a punch or two in, and every time you’d shut your eyes, only to open them again and Jungkook would deliver twice as much.

The night wasn’t as long as you thought it’d be, but your sheer nerves made it so much more longer. Eventually, the last round began. Jungkooks opponent seemed tired, more sluggish with his moves, it gave Jungkook the perfect opportunity, punching one’s straight and the other immediately followed under the guys jaw. He hit the floor within seconds, and the crowd went wild. It was a k/o, Jungkook won immediately as soon as the referee hit number 10 and the guy got up with the help of his coach.

It was scary but you’re glad the guy is fine and jungkook isn’t too hurt. Sure he has a busted lip but otherwise he’s fine. You smiled at him as he winked at you. You felt relieved and even Minho cracked a smile before you looked at him and he immediately snapped back to his stern expression.

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“Jungkook, go. You deserve to celebrate. Have fun baby, I’ll be waiting for you when you’re back.”

“But I don’t wanna leave you alone” he whined, his face in your chest as he sat on the bench of his dressing room in a white hoodie and some jeans.

“I’ll be fine, I promise”

He looked up at you, his lip now taken care of you by you. He looked so beautiful, you swiped your finger across his cheek as you kissed his lips gently, “go have fun. Celebrate.”

With a bit more push he eventually followed Minho and the group out. As you took a cab back to the hotel. Showering alone was nowhere near as fun as with Jungkook. You would have went with him, like he wanted, but you’re too tired. Your anxiety and low sleep didn’t make it easier, which is why you ultimately decided to go back to your room and rest.

Freshly showered and dressed in nothing but a robe, you began snacking on some food you bought on the way back to the hotel. Watching another episode of the golden girls. Your phone dinged and you opened the instagram message, it was yeji. She sent you a reel. Your heart immediately dropped, you’d recognise that hoodie anywhere, you were the one that got it for him, not to mention he wore it just a couple hours ago when you convinced him to go. The blinged out ‘97 on his back confirmed it. His hands around some girls waist as hers were around his neck. You couldn’t see her because his body was covering her. But it was clear to you what was happening.

Yeji: I’m guessing he won?

y/n: yeah, he won.

You sat on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands staring at the floor. You felt sick, so sick it wasn’t funny. He continued his lies. It only shattered your heart even more, he stomped all over it the more he spoke.

“Y/n you’ve got it all wrong.”

You scoffed, “did I!”

“Yea you fucking did! She was asking me if I could get her a cab home she was drunk of her mind and I know her for years. She’s nothing but a good friend.”

“Yeah so am i”

He shook his head, tired. His head was pounding, but the fact he could lose you again made him nauseated. He didn’t know how he could make you believe him, he truly didn’t mess around with anyone. He’d never do that to you.

“You’re hands were on her and so were hers. From the looks of it, it didn’t seem like she was just a good friend.”

“That’s because she couldn’t even stand straight! Shit Y/N. What do I need to do to make you believe me?”.

You got up of the bed, his eyes followed you as you exited the room, stopping midway, “don’t follow me.”

You walked around aimlessly. You weren’t back for hours and he was going off his mind. He couldn’t get through to your phone. You didn’t answer any of his texts and no one has heard from you for 7 hours straight. Minho eventually came to his room, comforting Jungkook as he paced around the room like a maniac. He was worried, so fucking worried.

“Ok that’s it. I’m gonna go find her and you stay here.” He looked around for his wallet, taking Minhos car keys as he pulled the coat onto his back. The opening of the door is what stopped him mid track. You walked in, drenched in rain as you looked so drained. It made him pull you into his arms immediately. He held you so tightly it made you feel just a bit warmer.

“I love you.”

Those three words, those three words made you smile just a little, so weak but a smile nonetheless.

“Yeah,” you nodded sadly, “Yet you still have other women.”

Minho let himself out. But not before sending you the whole video. Where it clearly showed Jungkook honestly just helping his friend.

“I don’t care what you think right now, I really don’t. I love you and I’m sorry, just let me get you warm.”

He began stripping you of your clothes. Everything sticking to your skin, dripping wet. He sighed, looking at your cold and soaked body. He dried you up the best he could before he dressed you into your leggings and his sweatshirt. He got you under the covers, plugging in your phone to charge as he notices it was dead. Joining you under the covers, he glues his body to yours. Acting like a human water bottles as you close your eyes and intertwine your fingers with his.

“I love you too.”

a/n: Ehrm I’m so sorry that this took so long but honestly? I forgot about the series lmfao. I only saw it now as I’m working on so many stories with other members that it clogged up my entire draft list lol. Anyway, enjoy this new part !!

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kxxkiecxre · 7 months

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😐

What did I do 😩

#imsoconfused

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kxxkiecxre · 8 months

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Who is suki?

Suki is the main character. She’s mainly viewed as the reader rather than someone else, I just decided to give the character a name :))

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kxxkiecxre · 8 months

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╰┈➤ I wanna be yours | J.J.K

✎ PAIRING: Jungkook x F!Character

✎ SUMMARY: would destiny ever find suki and Jungkook again? And would it ever work in their favour?

✎ WARNINGS: none really??? Idk I’ve been writing this all summer long lmao. Comment if I missed anything!!

Suki was gullible, that much she already knew. However, how can she refuse the sweet doe eyes trapped in the bad-boy life style? His dark chocolate eyes and choppy hair, white simple tee and blue washed out jeans. Hair as dark as the night sky. He was her first love, her one and only true love, of that, she was sure.

Though, a couple like them was destined for failure at this time. She came from a broken home, running away from her toxic parents in her pink Mitsubishi lancer, the fact she drove a stick shift is what interested Jungkook, but then he learned suki was foreign. And a good driver. She was at the fresh age of nineteen, and he was just a twenty year old man, running from cops and constantly coming home bruised and beaten.

They met outside an old rusty gas station, he had all sorts of different snacks in his hands, whistling to himself while looking down at the can of red bull in his hand. She was just trying to tank up her beloved lancer, sunglasses covering her eyes and a white tank top covering her upper body, neatly tucked into her mom denim shorts. They were wide at her thighs, yet so tight around her waist. She looked divine that day, her skin glowing in a coppery-gold shade.

They moved in together after dating for a couple months. Which lead them to be absolutely madly in love.

At the usual night return of Jungkook, suki helped clean his freshly busted lip. Their bathroom was rundown, barely any hot water and covered in mould. The lighting was a dull orange shade, casting a beautiful shadow over her hardened features. Though their home was old and run down, they made the best of it.

As he sat across her on top of the counter top she cautiously wiped his lip with a gauze warm water from the tap beside him, she leaned back against the tiled wall. Scoffing. The fact he sat so casually and yet exhausted in their shared bathroom, somehow irked her even more.

“Suki please, don’t -“

“For Christ’s sake Jungkook,” she slapped her crossed hands on her legs. She was still in her work uniform, she worked at the local diner, a white shirt, black leggings and red apron with her name tag “how much longer will this go on for huh?”

“Suki-“ he sighed, head dropping behind him and leaning against the mirror.

“How much longer will you be beaten? Your body is covered in cuts, scars and bruises. Is it worth it? Selling some coke and shit for a few pennies? Is it really worth it?” Her voice was exasperated, whiny at this stage, “Stealing shit and getting in trouble. Shit that costs a lot of money! Like that gold fucking watch! It costs more than this house, more than what you and I make in two years. You don’t get anything for it. You steal it, risk yourself and he takes all the money. This is some bullshit.” She scoffed.

“Baby,” he pulled her towards him by her hips, fingers moving her chin towards him, kissing her lips gently “soon, I promise. We’ll have everything. A huge house, good cars, and so much money.”

She shook her head, staring into his eyes solemnly, “not like this kook. Not like this.”

The sole reason they even had a roof over their head right now is because of Jungkook current “boss”. An old greasy man giving him a piece of crap house for free, just to get him whatever he desires while sitting in his mansion and Jungkook has to risk his freedom… life even. Not to mention the amount of money Kook owes this bastard. Another reason he has to do what he does. Sure, he tried getting a job, but his boss gave him a deadline, if he didn’t have a solid job within two weeks, he had to do what he does now. Which is why he’s forced to do it. No question about it. Either that, or Jungkook has to move to a whole different city. Which right now, neither of them could afford.

He rested his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath as he smelled her sweet perfume, “do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” She whined, hands balling in his bloodied and dirtied white tee. His own hands cupping her face. Both of their eyes closed as he continued lingering his lips on hers.

“Then continue trusting me. Please.”

So she did, for another year she put up with it. She worked for her last dime. Having enough gathered up to move out of this shitty town and get a small apartment in a suburban area. Suki excitedly came home that day, hands shaking with how over worked she was, the skin on them already wrinkling from the bleach and chemicals she was washing everything in.

She noticed Jungkook when she hung her coat on the rack and walked to the kitchen, the smile on her face souring at the sight of a hunched over Jungkook, right above their sink.

“Kook?”

He said nothing, humming in response instead.

“You okay?”

He scoffed, tongue poking his cheek as he turned towards her. When he usually did that, it meant he was angry or disappointed. Or both.

“How long were you going to keep this from me?” He said, dropping the bank statement on the kitchen table.

“Kook,” she sighed, “I was about to tell you. I didn’t want to get your hopes up before i got the final cheque. We can finally move. We can get that apartment we said we’d love, I promise I was going to tell you. I just needed this”.

She smiled a little, moving the cheque towards him. $5000 written across it.

He was silent, though he smiled back at her quickly, “that’s great babe. That’s amazing.” Though his tone was a little flat, she decided to ignore it, blaming it on his small surprise at the banking statement.

“I’m gonna go wash up? Join me in bed hm?”

He mumbled a quick ‘course’ and pecked her lips back before she strutted up the creaking stairs. Taking the tie out of her bun and letting her natural curls out.

She felt him hug her that night, kiss her shoulder before she dozed off. Sleeping peacefully. The next morning, she woke up to an empty bed, though not unusual, she thought Jungkook would stay back a little so they could celebrate, but either way, she made her way downstairs. Yawning a little.

On the table, laid one single rose and a letter. Inside, it wrote a simple sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Instantly, she was worried, her first thought was calling jungkook, which sent her to his voicemail. Then. She saw the envelope of the cheque, empty. No sign of it. She checked everywhere she could, even though she knew she put the cheque back in the envelope the night before. In pure shock, she sat down, still in only her leggings and a hoodie she threw over her top half before heading downstairs. She chuckled to herself, unable to stop the worrying about Jungkook. Perhaps he needed it really badly?

Then her bank called, asking if she truly withdrew half of her savings. She confirmed a yes even though she didn’t. She knew then, he used the money to give back to whoever he needed to give it back to. Whether that was his boss or someone else. She also knew she couldn’t take it anymore. All that hard earned money, every cent went away to her savings so she could get him out of this town, out of this mess. But she needed to think of herself now too. Even if she felt guilty and selfish, she wiped her tears and began to do what she should have done much sooner.

She packed her bags quickly, writing a note for him too;

“I’m sorry too. Don’t bother making it up to me, just please help yourself. Get yourself out of this mess kook. I hope you understand I had to think of myself now too. Goodbye”.

With that. She left. Successfully renting a tiny one bedroom apartment. Small but doable.

A fresh start.

██ 20% *___* / - eight years later-

Suki sat in her chair. Her white skirt neat, not too short, right above her knees. Purple silky shirt exposing her collarbones and necklaces. And sparkly heels nicely tucked behind her chair. Her hair was in a half up half down style. Absolutely beautiful she was. She sat facing her boss as he proposed the business to Jungkook. The CEO of J.J & Co. Though she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t take his eyes of her. The way she seemed to glisten, her pulse point; right between her collarbones, ever the same. Giving away just how nerves she actually was.

The whole meeting flashed by in a mere minute. Jungkook mindlessly signing whatever contract with whatever business her boss pitched, following her like a lost puppy when she walked out the room. He wondered if she didn’t remember him. Or if she did, did she perhaps hate him for what happened back then?

This might break him, but regardless, he hurried into the elevator right behind her.

Suki stood idly, looking at the numbers on the elevator, going down from the 12th floor each second. He didn’t have much time. He had to think quick, and without another minute wasted, he pressed the red button. Stopping the elevator at a random floor. Her head whipped around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed and sweet eyes confused.

“Sir?” She asked in a soothing tone, though it was confused.

He licked his lips, clearing his throat a little, “hi suki”.

He could almost see the whirring of her thoughts in her pretty little head. Hair dark black, eyes almost glowing bright green, and skin so beautifully caramel. She was gorgeous. As always. Her skin glowed with gold flecks under the poor lighting in the elevator, her skin was like a blend of chocolate and caramel. Absolutely perfect she was.

For a second, she forgot how to breathe. Her button like nose flaring a little when she took a deep breath. Her naturally curly hair framing her face elegantly. Stunning, stunning, stunning. She was breathtaking.

“Jungkook…” she closed her eyes for a second. Licking her already glistening lips. If he hadn’t known her, he’d thought her lips were all makeup. But he knows the dark chocolate like outline of them was natural, and so was the lighter shade in the middle, thus creating a perfect ombré effect.

“Do you have a minute to talk?”

She in fact did. After this meeting she was meant to drive home and do absolutely nothing. She could easily take his offer on whatever he wanted to talk about, but in being in the depth of Seattle, was too risky. It was a city she was in love with, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to fall back in love with another thing. Another someone.

She struggled to make her mind up. Her manicured finger coming up to play with her glossy lips, swallowing thickly as she comedically glanced up at him, though it was very quick and if jungkooks focus wasn’t all on her, he’d miss it. But it proved to make him amused as he watched the gears in her head work.

“Just a quick chat over dinner? Nothing much. A celebration for being business partners say?” He suggested.

‘This is gonna break me’ she thought to herself. But sighing, her hand landed to her small leather-like purple handbag. Curling her delicate fingers around the handle before her sweet eyes met his again.

“Okay.” She agreed.

They decided to take Jungkook’s car as he’d have to return to the company afterwards. His white Mercedes shone under the bright sunlight, and as they sat inside and buckled up, Jungkook could see her nibbling on her bottom lip out of his side view. He smiled to himself. Some things never change huh?

The drive wasn’t too long, arriving at the small hut cafe, Jungkook held the door open for her as they entered the homily restaurant. They were seated immediately, the server seemed to know Jungkook as she engrossed in a small conversation with him. Smiling at Suki as her eyes lit up. She was an elder woman, not too old but definitely about sixty something.

As they looked over the menus, Jungkook was the faster person. As always. It reminded him how she always reads the menu carefully, making sure she doesn’t pick something that she doesn’t like because she’s far too shy to speak up and would instead eat it all instead of asking for something else.

Food ordered, they sat in awkward silence for a second. Her green eyes almost cat like, sharp and slender yet very tender and doe. She smiled lightly at him, sipping her lemon water, “I love the Merc, when did you get it?”.

Another thing he loved about suki. She always knew how to carry a conversation, never afraid to start one up or ask questions, “uh I got it around six months ago or so.”

“It’s beautiful. Why white though? I remember you said black cars are top tier” she chuckled, crossing her legs over.

He smiled, he’d never admit that every car he owns is either in white or a red satin wrap, all because she’d always say how beautiful those specific colours are, “just needed a change. You can drive her back if you want?”.

The waitress served their food, her eyes closing as she smelled the delicious food in front of her, laying a napkin on her laps, “oh you are so gonna regret offering that.”

The conversation flowed over dinner, somehow an hour turned into two and two turned into three. Both of them laughing and reminiscing their teenage days.

“I did mean to give back every penny I took from you suki. I mean it. When you left, I couldn’t figure myself out. I believed you’d be back, that any day you’d come back to the house and after a year I finally was able to work on myself. I went to college, got my degrees and suddenly I found out my father appointed me as the ceo after his death. I was scared. And at that moment, the only thing that kept me sane was thinking of you.”

Suki smiled softly at him, her eyes mimicking her smile, “I know kook, it’s history now. Don’t worry about it.”

Dinner went well, and by the time suki could even think about it, their time was at an end as she pulled into the spot beside her own car. Suddenly her chest felt heavy. She realised just how much Jungkook has grown as a person, he’s no longer that troubled young boy. He’s grown to be a mature man, responsible and caring. His heart was always at the right place, his mind was a little behind, but it seems as though he’s paced it to its right timing. He finally caught up.

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It was a sunny day when Jungkook unexpectedly came to her work place. All eyes on him as he walked confidently towards Suki’s office. He looked amazing as he tapped gently on her door before entering her room. A white button up, undone at his chest and sleeves rolled up, hands In the pockets of his black dress pants. Tattooed arm perfectly contrasting him.

He walked towards her desk, his lips pulling into a soft smirk, “you look great.”

She wasn’t dressed amazingly, a simple white pencil skirt hugging her curves perfectly, along side a lacy cami top and a light and airy blouse. Gold watch on her wrist and pearl earrings framing her face. It was a basic but comfortable outfit. Still he thought she looked perfect.

“As do you,” she smiled “to what do I owe the pleasure?”.

He chuckled softly as he sat down on the chair in-front of her desk, legs crossed and hands intertwined right below his lower stomach, “care to go with me to a charity event slash party?”.

She was surprised, sure of herself that he moved on to someone else, which begged her question, “what about your girlfriend?”.

He looked off in the distance with squinted eyes and a tilt of his head, exhaling a deep breath through his nose as if in deep thought, “I have a girlfriend?”.

She rolled her eyes in amusement, “I’m sure you have someone better to take to an important event than me.”

“And who says you aren’t the expectation?”

Suki sighed, slumping in her chair as her left hand rested on her stomach, “i am not the standard, kook. I am just an overworked employee, I’m not a business woman or someone of high title.”

He tiled his head to the side like a lost puppy, “you are to me.”

This flustered suki. Her cheeks burning with a light shade of pink as he leaned across her desk, his eyes turning serious and dark as they floundered over her face.

“I would only be the most confident man if I have you along my side.”

That is what ultimately made her accept his offer. That soul reason is why she is panicking over an outfit, throwing everything out of her closet to find something of any sorts of acceptable. She owned nothing of higher standard; all either basic or too skimpy.

Her panic was cut short when a knock resounded in her apartment, her brows furrowing in confusion as she walked to her entrance door. There stood her coworker and best friend, with a box from Norma Kamali. And a smaller one from Christian Louboutin. The frown on her face deepened.

“You’re confused?” Her coworker whined childishly, “I’m confused”.

“Oh get over yourself Jimin!”

“Bro this is like 2K in a box!”

She rolled her eyes, “why are here with this?”

His brows pulled into a frown, “Jungkook sent me here with this.”

She gasped an ‘oh my god’ before pulling Jimin into her apartment by by his tie. She set the boxes on her circular table, staring at them as if they’d explode, “you have got to be kidding me!”

“Well im no-“

Before Jimin could finish his sentence , Suki was already calling Jungkook as his eyes widened. He mimed to her to cut the call of desperately as she ignored him.

“Jungkook, I can’t accept this. I’m send it back with Jimin.”

His voice came through the other side of the phone, “it’s not returnable Suki, I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

“He hung up on me! The asshole hung up on me!”

“This man sends you like basically thousands in a box and you call him an asshole? You’re truly one of a kind Ki”.

“I just don’t get why he’d do that! What an idiot honestly.”

After ushering her to put the dress and heels on, Jimin waited patiently, picking at the different variations of fruits in her wooden basket. Suki’s apartment was cozy. Warm vanilla like painted walls, her living room was separated by just one kitchen island that connected her countertops. The paint in the kitchen was a brighter shade, almost lemon like. Everything went under the aesthetics, a strawberry littered clock, manual one. Her fridge magnets were either lemons limes or strawberries. The cabinets a glassy white, counters marble. It was a beautiful place, one where Jimin always felt cozy, warm and at home. Especially her white soft couch with way too many pillows.

Her baskets on the counter were always filled with fresh fruit; grapes, apples, bananas, strawberries, kiwis etc. there was a cute heart shaped bowl, which contained his favourite treats. Toffee covered nuts, chocolate bars, hersheys and all unhealthy teeth rotten goodness. Suki was an amazing cook too! Her food always tasted glorious, either sweet/spicy or simply heaven like. She always baked when she could, and she could bake about anything. Breads, cakes, muffins, you name it, suki would probably do it in a heartbeat.

But despite being an amazing person externally, Suki was also probably the most endearing soul ever. Her heart could never take another souls suffering, always there to comfort. Even if she didn’t have the right words to say, she’d always let someone.. anyone, take her shoulder to cry on. Despite it all, people hurt her anyway, like her previous boyfriend. It didn’t last long, but he hurt her feelings so quickly. Sleeping with her best friend of many years. That day, Jimin spent all day and night with her. Jimin knows her like the back of his hand, he can almost always predict when she’s about to get her period, or when she’s about to get her random energy excretes.

Jimin also knows how much she cares about pretty much everything. The plants on her window sill always hydrated adequately. He remembers the time she found a bunny in the mouth of a neighbours dog, cutting Jimin short of his rant and helping the creature immediately. Unlike many, she wasn’t scared or perhaps even slightly disgusted. No. Instead she was tremendously worried. She took the bunny home, cleaned it’s wounds and got advice from a vet. After a short while, when ‘berry’ was better and healed, she released the bunny back to the wild. Or the time she noticed a bumble bee having trouble flying because it’s wings got wet by swimming into her cup. She’d sat the bee on her leg and let it dry until it flew away by itself, Jimin kept staring at her, afraid that one wrong move and she’d get stung… alas she didn’t.

When she came out of the room, his world stopped. She looked absolutely stunning. From her makeup, to her hair to her outfit. She pulled everything off so easily. Her dress was form fitting, satin and hugging every perfect crevice of her body. The red was vibrant under her darker caramel skin tone and the gold necklace and shoes enhancing the pink undertones in her skin. She was fabulous.

“The shoes are jimmy choo’s… and the dress is Norma kamali I believe.”

Jimin’s plumb lips separated, “well you look gorgeous.”

“I feel like amazing in this.. the quality is superb chim!”

She sounded excited, and she deserved to be so. Everyone around her knew how beautiful she was, how gentle and caring she is. She deserved every good there was, Jimin firmly believed so. No matter what.

On the way to the event, suki felt more than nervous. Her skin though gleaming and glittery, was sweating buckets. Her hands slightly shaky and heart beating about a hundred miles per second. It wasn’t because it was probably the most handsome man ever attending with her, but he’s just not the same one as she used to know and love. Not that he’s changed for the worse, on the contrary, he’s done everything she only hoped he would have. Kook, kept his promise.

Jungkook never was a bad guy. He’s always had the best at heart. He was just a lost boy, a boy who was caught up in a messy life style not by his own choices. He’s had a rough life, a rough start, perhaps that is why they were madly and deeply in love. Maybe it was the way it was written in the stars for both of them. They fit like a puzzle, like corner to corner, Solid.

Standing outside the event now, with her dress barely doing anything to keep her warm, she looked around. Dancing eyes trying to find the handsome man in question. Her heart began to sank the more she looked around and couldn’t find him. Her stomach twisting and knotting in an almost painful ache. It was the warm touch of someone’s palm on the small of her back that made her jump a little, effectively distracting her.

He stood beside her, in all his beautiful glory. He was dressed far too fine, albeit he always looked too good. He dressed in black pants and a navy button up, and in true Jungkook style, the first few buttons left open, giving her a glimpse of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up and the gold watch he’s worn before caught her attention. He smelled amazing too, a spicy woody fragrance paired with cotton and coconut undertones.

“You know,” his arm snaked around her waist, beginning to stroll casually towards the entrance, “you’re putting every woman and man in there to shame? That’s quiet mean Suki.”

She chortled, the chuckle always pleasing to the man as he looked down at her with a wide grin, she didn’t quite catch his expression as instead, she was looking down at her feet, “you’re being too nice.”

Her body was pressed to his side, his warmth welcoming. He looked up to the dark sky, his free hand coming up to rest on his lips in deep faux thought, “no, I’m just honest.”

She scoffed amusingly, manicured fingers picking at her clutch bag, “thank you for the dress, it’s beautiful.”

“I have never invested in something so successful.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she ignored it. Smiling to herself a little. The night was beautiful, and she loved every second she was with him. He was still so bright, maybe even brighter. He was the happiest she’s ever seen him, truly the best version of himself and that, that fulfilled her.

It was bound to come up, she knew that. Her overthinking last night has prepared her for this moment, yet still her heart broke somehow even more than yesterday, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d leave. I shouldn’t have expected that of you anyway, you had every right to leave, but it was a wake up call for me too. So now, I’m in a position I can give you back the money I took from you.”

She could see the pain behind his eyes as he sat on the chair across her, swirling his wine in his glass. She cleared her throat, her fingers picking at each other in her lap, her voice soft as she began, “it was never about the money, and it will never be. I left because I couldn’t watch someone I loved so much ruin themselves, but, I also had to prioritise myself. I had to get out of there and help myself. During those times, I tried to help you so much it eventually began killing me too, everything I did, every job I worked, every plan I made, it was all for us. Because I wanted us. I wanted my future with you. But I never had that influence on you, to actually help you the way I thought I was. I think, instead I was making it worse for you, because just like me, everything you did, was for us. For me. In the end, all our efforts, were only killing us.”

The way his eyes locked with hers made shivers crawl down her spine, her heart pick up its pace and her head feel light, “If,” he began, “if I asked you to give us, our younger selfs too, the chance to fix what we had, would you agree?”.

Her lips dried, and her eyes felt as though there was shards of glass in them, however, somewhere in the lump inside her throat, she found her voice, “if they,” she swallowed thickly, “If we, did try again, we’d have to go slow, very slow.”

“You would pick the pace.”

“Just slow, little by little.”

“Okay.”

████ 60% *___* | a month later

“Jungkook,” he chuckled behind her, his hands still on her eyes as he walked behind her, ultimately leading the way for both of them, “im a little nervous not gonna lie.”

“Just trust me okay?”

She sighed, trusting him with pretty much everything and anything. Between the charity event and now, everything between them was not exactly as they said. It wasn’t that everything was moving too fast or too slow, matter of fact it wasn’t moving. Almost as if they hit the rewind button on their relationship, everything they had before was restored, just a lot more better. Like an update with fixed bugs and better versions. It was fun, it was simple but it was everything they’d die for.

The dates were getting crazier and crazier, from fine dining to jet helicopter flights over their town. It was everything she didn’t need to survive, but everything she throughly loved and appreciated from him. He was the little eye of her life now as was she to him. It wasn’t something that could ever break, she was sure if that.. always.

“Ready baby?”

Adjusting to the bright sun, her eyes squinted for a second. Until a boat came into her sight. It was large. White and beautiful. On the edge of its nose was her name written in pink ‘suki’. He named the damned boat after her, it was only natural for her eyes to well up with tears and her lips turned into the little pout he absolutely loved kissing away.

“Do you like it?” He asked her as pecked another sweet kiss on her lips.

“I love it.” She sobbed softly. “I love you.”

His heart stopped, exploding in shards of glitter and all things happy. He damn near fainted, “you love me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tip toeing to reach his lips and wrap them in the most divine kiss ever, “I love you.”

“I love you”.

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Before she knew it, half a year past and she was moving in with him and his huge dog bam. Not that she was complaining because she absolutely adored bam. She loved him more than she loved herself. But despite it all, bam is a highly energetic dog, knocking her down with the box she was carrying when he ran right into her.

“Bam!” Jungkook yelled, quickly setting the other boxes down to help her.

“I’m fine!! He didn’t hurt me, he’s just high energy right now.”

As he helped her up his face told her that he was thinking deeply, as bam stood behind her on deep guard, “he’s been a lot more stand off’ish beside you now. He’s so protective of you, I’m beginning to believe he loves you more than me.”

Suki chuckled, pecking Jungkook cheek quickly as she ran her palm down her sides to dust off her sundress, she began bending down to pick up her box before stopping mid way, “I don’t think bam could ever love you more than anyone else.”

That wasn’t a lie, the dog was like jungkooks tail, wherever Jungkook went you could almost be certain bam followed. He was an imprint of Jungkooks character and Suki learned that quite quickly.

It started with bam following suki for small distances, from the living room to the kitchen, watching her closely as she would unpack stuff, wash them and organise them neatly around their new home. Then it rapidly became more protective. He followed her everywhere, tangling between her feet as she’d walk. He’d even guard her bathroom door as she’d do her business or even shower.

“Bam, chill im alright” Suki giggled as she sat on the couch, robe tight and cozy around her body as she snuggled into her boyfriends side.

The dog laid its head on her lap, looking straight into Suki’s eyes and whimpering, “kook maybe somethings wrong with him? Maybe he’s sick? Should we get him to a vet?”.

Jungkook sighed, brows scrunched and lips slightly pouted, “he seems fine, he’s eating, playing and generally normal aside from being attached to your hip 24/7.”

Jungkook had a point, the more suki kept an eye on the dog, the more she recognised that he truly was fine, he was just a lot more involved in her life than ever. He won’t let Jungkook touch her waist anymore, everything else is fine. He’s always on high alert, just like the time she screamed in the bathroom because she saw a spider and he came rushing in with Jungkook, with bared teeth and hunting posture.

Suki began to pay more attention to the way he was acting around her. When she’d come home, normally, he’d jump all over her, but recently he’s only been coming around her, letting her pet him while he’d sniff her belly. From time to time he’d nudge her stomach, lay his head on it or move his head side to side, whimpering.

It only became apparent to Suki when Jungkook and she were sitting on the couch, devouring the Krispy Kreme she’d begged Jungkook to get her because she was having cravings.

“You know,” he started, wiping his hands with a tissue, “I read somewhere that uh, dogs can sense when a woman is going through changes…”

She raised her brows, “changes?”

He nodded his head towards bams direction, the dogs head leaned against her belly. Suki’s eyes widened.

“Surely you don’t believe im pregnant?”

“Well… you are late on your period.”

Suddenly, everything became very clear to her. It made her nausea, the doughnut suddenly felt like the plague and she felt dizzy. It was only a matter of time before she rushed to the bathroom throwing up. She weren’t sure wether it was the realisation or wether it was the symptoms. Either or, suki agreed with Jungkook to get a pregnancy test.

She freshened up by the time Jungkook came home with three tests. She took all of them at the same time, pacing the bathroom with her heart beating a thousand miles an hour, bam sat beside her whimpering and sniffing as finally the timer on her phone rang. Both Suki and Jungkook immediately going for the tests.

“Positive.”

██████ 100% *___*

Suki always hoped that sometime, she’d reunite with Jungkook, maybe even become friends if the timing was right. What she got in return, was a lot more than that. Bringing home their first born son made her smile brighter than the morning sun. It was truly amazing how much someone could change within a couple of years. And just how destiny can truly transform someone’s life. She’d never imagined being this successful. Being engaged to her first true love and welcoming a life of their love and hopes. It was truly amazing.

She stretched with a yawn as bam came out of his bed, carefully approaching the baby he has protected while it was still living inside of you. He sniffed him, before laying beside the car seat and laying his head just on the edge of it. Immediately making you at the peace.

This was all you ever needed. A home, love and a family.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

- a/n: enjoy and excuse any typos.

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