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[sweetbunnykook]

Teeth (M)

Servant Vampire!JK x Royal Vampire!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble

Warning: blood, light smut (soft femdom, blood drinking)

Word: 1,462

Synopsis: Your obedient servant has a craving only you can satiate. 

“Noona, it hurts.”

You look up from your copy of Frankenstein, fully absorbed in its beauty to the point that it took you a little more than a few seconds to register your young servant is speaking. Jungkook stands leaning against the door frame of your dark bedroom warmed with an awakened fireplace, his deep brown eyes tinted wine crimson at the sight of your long legs peeking from underneath your white nightgown. He held his half-open backpack in one hand, crumbled notes from his lectures spilling over, while the other hand holds the sharp corner of his jaw.

“Come here, love,” you coo when his eyes begin to water, his fingers fumbling through the thick maroon plaid button down to wipe away stray droplets of blood that had tinted his lips from biting the insides of his cheeks all day. It must have been painful for him sitting close to warm-blooded humans without being able to dig his teeth into their skin.

Without hesitation, Jungkook drags his feet towards your reclining figure and flops onto your lap, pushing away your book rather rudely. You shove aside the thought that it would be troublesome to find where you left off when Jungkook is too impatient to wait for you to place a ribbon between the pages.

“Now tell me what’s wrong?” You cup his face in your hands, the warmth of his skin catching you off guard. Ah, he’s still very much human.

“My teeth hurts so bad, noona,” he whines, opening his mouth slightly for effect. You can see the four canines – two on top and two on the bottom – that had grown to the point that it protrudes just slightly when he snaps his jaw back into place. He’s growing into his fangs slowly but surely. “I can’t eat anything,” he swallows, “because it hurts to chew. Even drinking from a glass hurts because they keep getting in the way.”

“You’re teething, darling, it’s going to hurt a little at first. Most of our kind go through this rite of passage. ”

He pouts, his swollen bottom lip jutting towards the sky. He’s a bit envious that you’ve never experienced how painful teething is as you have tasted blood since your creation. You came into the world with flesh under your teeth and without fear in your eyes.

“I know but…still.” He huffs. “I-I don’t even crave blood that badly.” He explains himself with a lie that easily makes you smile. “I just…don’t know why I have to grow them so quickly. I had an exam today and I’m sure I failed it because I can’t stop focusing on these aching fangs.”

You brush your fingers over his cheekbones and his strong eyebrows. You let his Michelangelo waves smooth between your fingers and over your almond nails. If you weren’t such a forgiving mistress, you would have slapped him across the face for insinuating that your timing caused an inconvenience for him. If your family heard that you are letting a servant speak to you this way, you would have an earful all eternity.

Hundreds of years have gone by and many servants have gone in and out of your bedroom, but never one as endearing and ill-mannered as Jeon Jungkook. Fate pulled you to him. When you discovered him gazing at the portrait of you at a museum with eyes full of mirth, you knew he was meant for you. You knew he was meant to braid your hair and kiss your feet. He was meant to be in a queen’s bedchamber – in your bedchamber – worshipping you and defiling you in the same swivel of his hips that shoves his swollen cock into your plushness.

“Your body wants flesh more than blood. It wants to practice...you should let me help.” You smile, knowing how troubled he might be feeling. You had to admire his self-restraint.

He shakes his head free of your face scrunched with pain, brows furrowing even more as his eyes turn a brighter shade of crimson. As hurt as he is, he’s reluctant to let you bleed on his tongue. How exasperating yet endearing that he still considers you more human than monster. You’ve felt more than a puncture in your long, endless years.

“It would hurt you, noona.”

“I promise you I can take it.”

He shakes his head again although his heartbeat is growing erratic in your ears. “I don’t want that…I’d lose control.”

You gently maneuver his jaw towards you so that he can gaze deep in your golden honey eyes. He sighs  as your nails drag up the slope of his neck, lips parting just slightly when he catches a glimpse of your breast through the transparent dress. “Have you forgotten that I’m immortal, love?”

“Immortal does not mean free of pain.”

“Who says I would feel pain?” You ask. “I might feel pleasure, love.” You slip your fingers underneath his plaid shirt, watching him closely when he whimpers softly at your stone-cold fingers brushing over his hard pecs, over his hardening nipples. He’s shaped like a fallen angel, so perfectly innocent at first sight but hidden underneath is a body worthy of an incubus’s envy.

His top fangs uncovers from underneath his pink top lip as you bend forward, breasts hovering above his nose as you undo the buttons of his plaid top and let it fall open. You can see your emblem on the side of his tight waist still fresh and glowing a vibrant scarlet. Jungkook moans softly, hips jolting off the layered lotus silk sheets when you trace the mark with the pad of your thumb. He scrunches his eyes and exhales, restraining from pleading for your mercy for fear that you would halt your touches, as painful as it is over the fiery wound.

“See how pain can so easily turn into pleasure, love?”

His stomach clenches, hips snapping up once more as his black skinny jeans tighten. Shameless and spread apart for your picking, your servant couldn’t look any more pretty.

“Y-yes, noona.”

He exhales in relief when you lean away from the wound only to feel his heart fall out of his chest when he watches you slip your nightgown down your cold arms. Your heavy breasts are full and aching for his tongue, his sprouting fangs, and of course his cum when you’ll eventually demand for him to pump his swollen slick cock over your nipples. Jungkook swears his entire body is trembling and he can hear every heartbeat pulse down to his length.

“I command for you to taste me.”

Brows slightly furrowed in concern, Jungkook turns his body towards your chest, sitting upright over your lap as he nuzzles his face into your right breast. He breathes in the scent of royal blood coursing under your skin and your aphrodisiac perfume that smelled of weeping flowers.

“My mistress…all mine…” he whines, jaw falling and latching onto your left breast, engulfing your cold nipple within the cavern of his mouth. His four short fangs dig into your skin with enough force to draw your essence onto his impatient tongue.

Jungkook whines and sighs when the first drop of your sweet blood hits the back of his throat. He suckles, eyes rolling to the back of his head and hips jolting once more as pre-ejaculate coats the inside of his cotton briefs. He can hardly feel your touch as you cup his open jaw with one hand while weaving through his sweat-soaked ebony tresses with the other. His tongue presses firmly against your nipples as he forces his young fangs to puncture deeper, forgetting its limitations. Perhaps he’s more monster than human.

His eyes are still closed when you brush his sticky but parted bangs over his perspired forehead. He must have been hungry but he waited for your permission, your kindness, like a good boy.

“Love?”

Jungkook whimpers, shaking his head, his possessive grip on your breast unrelenting even when you run your thumb over his cheeks. He sucks again, taking a mouthful of your blood in the empty spaces of his mouth before swallowing.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s entire body to fall limp on your lap, head falling over your thighs, lips and chin smudged with deep berry-black blood. You wanted to warn him that your blood is too potent for a newly awakened human like him. You wanted to warn that your blood won’t only give him mind-numbing pleasure with every drop, but that it will make him experience so much pleasure he will succumb to sleep when his body reaches its threshold.

Of course, he’s too impatient and too hungry to listen. Your sweet, sweet servant who now rests like he haven’t slept in years.

“Sweet dreams, Jungkook.”

#bunny:fic #bunny:drabble #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfiction #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan smut #bts smut #vampire jungkook #I fantasized about this for way too long to put it off

[sweetbunnykook]

Utopia (M)

Adopted!JK x Detective!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble

Warning: taboo relationship (FYI: JK is in college here!), LIGHT SMUT, angst 

Word: 1,200

Synopsis: Jungkook won’t let you deny him any longer.

Jungkook watches you from the bed as you shrug your long ebony wool coat off your shoulders. The blinds are shut, the bedroom door is locked, and the old yellowing lamp – the only light source in the room – is dimmed. He relaxes further into the cloud soft mattress as you sigh and roll your neck from side to side, your exhaustion just as evident as your frustration even in semi-darkness.

He knows all about it. He knows that you enjoy dragging the blunt end of that clear glass dildo you keep hidden in the bottom drawer up your soaking wet clit when he’s working in his own room. He can smell your cunt when you’re sitting under the shower drowning in shame as he tip toes into your bedroom and smells your panties and damp sheets, relieving himself with the sound of your pleasurable sighs and hums from the bathroom. His skin prickles with sweat and his eyelids droop as he takes you all in – your deep chestnut locks, your caramel feline eyes, your lithe fingers unscrewing your earrings before you lay the gold gently into a cushioned box.

Jungkook meets your eyes when you glance back at him, eyes falling down to his uncovered chest for a second before you turn away. His pajama bottoms – the only item of clothing save for his boxers underneath – hangs low at his hips. If you looked longer, you would be able to count the amount of hairs that followed his happy trail.

It dawns on you that Jungkook – looking like this – doesn’t intend to leave and sleep in his own room tonight. After what happened weeks ago, after you let yourself be carried away by a few glasses of wine and let him have a taste of your needy cunt, you’ve been adamant about sleeping alone. You’re fine alone – or at least partially as your toys keep you company when your body craves his touch.  

But it stops here. It must, for your own sanity, and for his as well as you can feel the warmth of his hard gaze even when you’re turned away. It’s too early in this strange and draining relationship to allow yourself to knock down the walls and-

“Mom.”

Jungkook breathes into your nape, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing until your stomach tightens. When did he move behind you?

“You smell so good.” He nuzzles further into your skin, hands moving over the swells of your breasts to undo the first button of your collared shirt. “So sweet…”

You clasp your hand over his wrists, halting his urgency. “I-I think I want to sleep alone for tonight. Okay? I’ll see you in the morning.”

You take one step away from him towards the clothing rack, folding the clothes you know are meant to be thrown into the laundry basket.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“I locked the doors.”

“I said goodnight.”

“I closed the blinds.”

“Jungkook, please-”

“I want you, mom.” Jungkook whispers, sending a tremor through your body that makes you jolt away from him even further until your hips jam into the clothes-filled rack.

He continues. “I’m sick of listening to you cum when we’re barely separated by a wall. I want to be the one to make you feel good. Don’t you want to feel me, mom? Feel all of me inside you?”

“Don’t say that, Kook. You’re…you’re so young and…you don’t mean it. I raised you to be too dependent on me when I should’ve-”

“Stop it!”

He grips your upper arm and yanks you back towards him until you look up at his furious glare, his usual round and innocent eyes now sharp and full of desperation.

“I know what I mean, mom.” He breathes, eyes glossing over.

You can’t deny that the proximity of his warm and solid body near yours is making you unable to think straight.

“I’m a man.” He takes your hand and brings it to his chest where his heartbeat lays under your palm. “I’ve grown and,” he drags your hand further up his neck before moving towards his breastbone and dipping down his sculpted abdomen. “I’ve gotten stronger. Bigger.”

When your fingertips reach the edge of his waistband, he uses his other hand to tip your chin up towards his gaze and away from the squeeze of his lower abdomen as he relishes the ache of arousal.

“Let me take care of you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Just say the words, mom. We’re past this, aren’t we?”

You sniffle softly, shame poisoning your veins.

Jungkook moves your hand underneath his waistband and over his hardening cock, cursing underneath his breath when your fingers automatically curl around his length through the thin black boxers.

“Feel me. Feel how much of a man I’ve become.”

“Kook-”

“Please, mommy…” he places his forehead on your shoulder, letting go of your hand inside his sweatpants as he runs his palms up and down your violin waist. “Please love me…make love to me like we’re lovers…”

Hot and cold. You’re unsure of how you were able to push him back onto the bed as he rests his full weight onto you to keep you from running as you’ve been doing since the last time you let him have a taste of the forbidden fruit. Underneath you, Jungkook keeps his hands still at your waist, peering at your pencil skirt riding up to your thighs as you straddle his hips. He could’ve sworn he saw the gates of heaven when you unbutton the rest of your blouse and shrug the material down your arms, letting it fall to reveal your bra-clad breasts.

“Can you…” your voice shakes and Jungkook sits upright on his elbows, listening carefully.

You’re trembling, as nervous as a virgin he thinks, amused, and deathly afraid of what will follow in the morning. Jungkook trusts that you’ll truly see him for what he is now – the only man who belongs in your life; your lover, your best friend, your son.

“Turn off the lights?”

You nod, your fingers tracing swirls down his solid tanned chest. The years pass by in a blur. Your Jungkookie has grown and now he wants more, demands more, and is not willing to budge when he has his eyes on what he wants.

Maybe that’s one thing you taught him well.

Jungkook chases after your lips and moves his tongue swiftly over your mouth. His hands remain steady on your waist once more and he relishes in your hesitant tongue responding to his need to be closer, to be smothered. When you reach behind you to undo the clasp of your brassiere, Jungkook flashes a smile.

No more running. No more waiting. No more begging. It’s just you and him.

“Okay.” He giggles softly, so not like the boy who wanted to prove himself a man. He stretches his arm towards the lamp and pulls on the copper cord hanging from the edge.

The room engulfs in darkness.

Your lips find solace on his neck where his mole should be and you close your eyes.

“I love you.”

His breath his hot next to your ear, full of mirth. “I love you more.”

#bunny:drabble #adopted!JK #wrote this for anon who wanted to read about it bon appetit bby #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan smut #bangtan angst #bts angst

[sweetbunnykook]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Beast with Two Backs II

Yandere husband!JK x Rescued wife!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble 

Warning: dub-con (groping, kissing), abuse of power (emotional manipulation, financial abuse, starvation), handcuffs

Word: 1,557

Synopsis: When Jungkook’s love hurt more than his punishments. 

“Please, please, Jungkook, I won’t do it again. Please,” you whimper, pulling on the handcuffs as your husband places the disc inside a DVD player and waits for it to load. He struggles to keep his expression cold when you’re already crying as soon as you wake up to find the cuffs are still wrapped around your wrists. He adjust his cufflinks to distract himself from the fact that maybe he went too far this time.

He didn’t mean to make you cry but this is the only way you’ll learn that you’re meant to be with him. If you see how adorable you look next to him during the wedding, you’ll learn that you don’t need anyone else. You don’t need to keep fighting him, to turn your cheeks away when he wants to kiss you goodbye before work, to cover yourself when he watches you bathe in a tub full of flowers.

When the familiar orchestral music sounds from the speakers you let out a hoarse cry, thrashing in the white bridal nightie you’ve been wearing for the last two days. You’re sick of the romantic soundtrack and even more sick of seeing yourself docile and naïve in Jungkook’s arms, your eyes glazed from the opiates running through your veins on that day.

Jungkook’s head turns quickly towards when he hears the harsh cacophony of steel scraping against wood and immediately comes to your bedside to keep your hands still.

“Stop moving so much, you’re going to hurt yourself.” He commands, brows drawn together as he witnesses the deep red marks around your wrists. You must have been pulling on them all night despite knowing the wooden bedpost is indestructible and there’s no chance of escape.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you cry, curling your legs up to your torso and burying your face in the feather pillows. “Please,” you look up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks, your soft hiccups and sobs melting his heart in the right places. “I won’t be bad anymore. I’m so hungry…please, Jungkook…”

His lips press together as he feels tears blur his own vision and he momentarily turns away to wipe his face with the flat of his palm. You feel a twinge of hope when he opens the nightstand drawer and pull out a black box with a neat white ribbon wrapped around the edges. He sits on the edge of the bed next to your curled figure and unwraps the package to reveal four rows of chocolates, six on each row.

Your stomach growls and cramps upon the sight of such glossy chocolate truffles, each with a berry vanilla cream tucked in the center. Jungkook finds your wide eyes endearing as you glare at the chocolates as if it’ll fall into your mouth the harder you looked. It’s not exactly nutritious food, but sweets are just as tantalizing as a three-course meal. In your situation, you can’t find it in you to complain.

Jungkook pulls the box away for a second, relishing in your sweet whines, as he stumbles upon an idea. He runs his fingers over the chocolates and then back at you with your head buried in the pillows but red eyes trained on his, arms twisted to leave a small gap between the cuffs and the bruised skin around your wrists. Making a final decision, he takes the remote controller on the nightstand and turns off the television. The silence of the bedroom elicits a sigh of relief that you hope he won’t notice, but he does anyway and momentarily feels saddened by it. He then kneels closer to your body, wrapping an arm around your waist and hoisting you up on the pillow so your back can rest. The angle provides orgasmic relief to your strained arms and shoulders that you can’t help but moan softly, the sound of your saccharine voice making Jungkook’s hands falter as he tucks your hair behind your ears and cups your face with one hand.

He reaches next to him and brings the chocolate up to your lips, watching your eyes widen as you crane your neck to bring it into your mouth. He doesn’t give you the satisfaction as he slips the truffle in his own mouth and brings his lips over yours. Your greedy tongue licks the cream on his lips before you roam your tongue into his mouth and swallow melted chocolate, ignoring the pang of pleasure that breeds warmth deep in your core when Jungkook brushes his tongue against yours. His long hair tickles your cheeks as he moves cautiously against your lips. If your hands were free, you would have pulled him closer by his black coat lapels to feel more of him. He gasps when you lick a stripe up his chin to catch the remaining cream before digging your tongue back into his mouth until all the sugary sweetness dissipates.

The chocolates are so milky and fragrant you can feel tears prickle the edge of your eyes which Jungkook softly wipes away with the pads of his thumb. His darling, so easy to punish, so easy to please. He reaches over to the remote and places it next to the box of chocolate, giving you the ultimatum he’d written in his mind: either you watch the wedding again and starve for the day or you can satiate a part of your cravings by giving him the kisses you’d denied him.  

“Do you want more?” He asks, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip and trailing his warm palms over your heart, beneath the sheer nightie to feel the soft swells of your breasts.

“Answer me.” He digs his fingers in your skin and gropes your mounds whole.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You swallow the chocolate remaining in the back of your throat like you swallow your pride. “Yes, sweetheart.”

His smile is wide and bright as he trails his hands down further down to your waist to rub your aching belly. Your knees come together when he brings his fingers down towards your womb and draw circles around your hipbones.

“That’s my good girl.”

He pops another chocolate in his mouth and brings his soft lips to yours once more, tongues moving against each other while the truffle disappears into a syrupy sweetness that leaves you whimpering like a lost kitten.

Jungkook knows he must leave for work or else he’ll be late to the meeting but he’s drowning in pleasure and your tongue is driving him crazy. He longed to feel your kisses, to feel your softness on his skin, to watch the flush on cheeks deepen and your thighs rubbing together to satiate a different kind of craving he longed to hear you beg him for. For now, he’s satisfied with just your lips. It doesn’t hit you until much later that the chocolate has long melted and your lips are moving against Jungkook’s out of its own will. His hands cups underneath your jaw to angle your head as he wishes and you ignore that feeling of worthlessness that will crawl its way up your cuffed legs after he’s gone. For now, the pleasure is too great to refuse and your husband smelled too good, tasted too good, and felt too good pressed against your body.

If you didn’t misbehave, your days could be more like this, filled with more of his loving touches and kisses. Had you met him under different circumstances, had he genuinely wanted you as a wife and not as a pet he feeds in exchange for your attention and love, you would have fallen for him. You wish you could go back to the time when you thought Jungkook was your savior and not your captor. You wish you can go back to the time when the scent of his cologne brought you peace and the warmth of his coat around your shoulders gave you a feeling of home you haven’t had in a long time.

With a gasp, you turn your head to the side, peeling your lips away from his. Your breaths are harsh and labored and your eyes are wide as you’re hit with a pang of realization that the pleasure you’re feeling now is part of his punishment. These doses of affection between anger makes you believe everything is okay but you know as soon as he leaves for work and you’re forced to think about yourself, everything comes crashing down.

“Can you undo the cuffs? B-before you go to work?” You ask while he’s catching his breath.

Jungkook nods eagerly, still buzzed with delight as he snakes the key out of his pockets and undo your handcuffs. He rubs your sore wrists and kisses them softly. You sit and watch him worship every knuckle and every crevice of your hands with his lips, exhaling when you don’t pull away for once. Perhaps the punishments are working, he thinks.  

Fresh drops of tears roll down your cheeks once more and Jungkook murmurs your name before kissing them away. He thinks you’re relieved about your freed arms and the first taste of joy that you willingly took from his mouth.

What he doesn’t know is that you’re crying for him, and for what could have been, had he given you a chance to learn what love is.  

#bunny:drabble #I had so much work to do today and you know what that means 🤣 time for a drabble!!!! #beast with two backs JK #something borrowed something blue #yandere jungkook #bts fanfiction #bangtan fanfiction #Jungkook fanfiction #Jungkook angst #bts angst

[sweetbunnykook]

Aeipathy

OY drabble that I’m deleting tomorrow because I wrote this while crying to a song and I’m going to regret it when I revert back to my original form in the morning

“I’d be lost without you.“

Jungkook doesn’t know how to tell you that the reason why he refuses to sleep at night, why he needs to see you fall deep in slumber first, is because he’s terrified you won’t be there in the morning.

“Such dark bags under your eyes,” you’d whisper against his lips while you run your thumbs underneath his swollen eyes. He takes your hand in his, places a kiss on your knuckles, and bring it to his chest over his beating heart.  

He hopes you can’t see the tears in his eyes in the darkness. He hopes you can’t feel how tight his throat is with silenced wails. He can only hope that you’ll stay in his arms like this, wearing his cologne on your wrists and keeping your hair down so he can twirl the ends of your waves around his fingers to coax you to sleep.

It must be a curse, Jungkook thinks, to find his soulmate in this life. If one day you wake up in the morning and decide you don’t love him anymore, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. It would hurt him less if you decided to push a knife into his weeping heart instead. He would rather bleed over these white sheets rather than see you fall asleep in someone else’s arms, kiss someone else, look at someone else with those doe eyes of yours. If you left him, you would take his soul with you and leave nothing for him to live on.

“I love you,” he presses his lips underneath you jaw, onto your warm skin. “I love you forever.”

You sigh, molding your body to fill every crevice of space between you and him. Jungkook is awfully sweet at night, so much that you wanted to kiss every inch of his skin and swallow his soft whimpers if you had the stamina to reach down underneath his loose sweatpants and have him fall apart on your pillows. But your eyelids are too heavy and work is relentless in its desire to keep you away from your lover most days of the week. The night demands you to melt into Jungkook’s hands and swim towards saccharine dreams.

“I love you too…Kookie.”

Jungkook smiles with his nose buried in your hair. You don’t have to look up to see the little mole beneath his lips in full display.

#bunny:drabble #delete later

[sweetbunnykook]

Repentance

MurdererStudent!JK x Teacher!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble

Warning: mention of dub-con, mention of murder, slight smut, angst

Word Count: 971

Quietness does not translate to peace. No, Jungkook thinks, he hates quietness now more than ever. He hates it as he watches you curl into yourself like a snail desperately shouldering itself back into its shell. He hates the way you feel the need to shy yourself away from his touch, pulling his gray plaid coat over your shoulder. Most of all, he hates the way you’d turned your head away from him so that he could only guess your feelings in the darkness from the trembling of your voice and the sniffles you couldn’t bear to choke back.

The quietness reminds him of his cell – the iron bars, the paper-thin mattress, the light rustle of his cotton navy jumpsuit, the smell of your perfume in the letter pleading him to leave you alone.

“Noona,” he pulls the edge of the plaid coat further up your body. He wanted you to know that he wouldn’t even dream of hurting you, no matter how much you’ve hurt him. “Can you look at me after we make love? Is it that hard for you to see me?”

Your lips are pulled taught under your teeth. You remind yourself that his touch had betrayed your judgement countless times. Your Jungkook, your mischievous but sharp student, the person you wanted to send off to college with your own two hands, the person who is capable of ending your husband’s life and getting away with it – as alluring as his gentleness is, you don’t doubt that he is just as deceitful as he was before.

“You k-killed him” You manage to say. “And you’re going to kill me.”

Jungkook shakes his head, shoving your turned shoulder down onto the bed to force you to look up at him. He’s wearing his school uniform as if nothing had happened, as if you are still his homeroom teacher and not the widowed whore the superintendent knows you as.

You’re unsure of why you ended up back at the school, walking down the corridors with your fingers tracing the ledge, perhaps toying with the idea of jumping. Maybe you came because you knew he would be here. By the time you felt Jungkook’s grip around your wrist as he led you to the infirmary room and threw you onto the bed, you knew it was over.

“You’re not scared of me, noona.” Jungkook breathes, toying with the coat buttons to refrain from giving into temptation once more. “You love me.”

“I cherished you-”

He grabs your face, digging his trimmed nails underneath your cheekbone. He punctuates every word by pushing your head deeper into the pillow. “You cherish me. You love me. I’m not just some horny student who comes in and out of your life, noona. It’s insulting that you – and the goddamn papers – reduced our relationship to some forbidden age gap affair.”

Sensing your jaw aching from the grip of his fingers, you reach up to his wrist and wrap your fingers around him.

“Jungko-”

“Do you remember the first time we made love? The leather couch that you gripped so hard that it tore, because I felt so good inside you. Did you not feel how you were made for me then?”

You run your hand across his cheeks and down his neck before moving behind his head where you’d hit him just moments before he pinned your hands above your head and took you the way he promised in his letters. He’s grown so much stronger since the last time you seen him. In just six months his body had changed, but his insatiable hunger remained.

“I did, Kookie…I did. I’m responsible for making you this way, I know that.”

“Then are you going to take the responsibility, noona? Or are you going to run away from me again?”

You’ve never seen Jungkook cry before. Not when he was placed into cuffs, not when you had scolded him for smoking in the boy’s bathroom, not when he sprained his ankle while at the track and field competition. No, the first time you see the reflective glimmer of his tears is now when he’s begging you to stay, his plea masked behind the threat of hunting you down like an animal if you so much as hint leaving him again. More than the cardboard food he was given in his quiet cell, the worse was smelling your scent in the letters and not being able to touch you. The worse was his affection for you sitting deep inside his stomach while he break you into pieces, taunt you, make your life a living hell from miles away because it was him who was afraid you’d disappear from his life forever.

When he heard you pray for him for the first time, he’d turned into a believer except there is no God for him to worship, there was only you.

“I’ll be here, Kookie.”

He wants to hear you say it, one more time, just one more time.

Please noona, please. Accept me, take me, want me, make me yours-

“I won’t run anymore, I won’t hurt you, make you suffer. I…I’ll be yours-“

Jungkook captures your lips with his, finding your wrists again to pin you further into the mattress – smother you, suffocate you, hold you down with his entire being so that the only thing you can see and feel is him.

“Pray for me, noona.” Jungkook snakes his hand up your things, tracing the ridges of your torn pantyhose. He finds your wet folds within a cloud of pubic hair and presses his fingers between the soft petals. “Pray loud enough for hell to hear because I can’t hold myself back any longer.”

He captures your necklace – the gold he’d gifted you on your birthday – between his teeth.

“You’ll regret ever turning me in.”

#bunny:drabble #so much homework to do yet im writing a drabble it is what it is #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabble #bts fanfiction #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan oneshot #bts oneshot #bts drabble #bts yandere #jungkook yandere #bangtan yandere

[sweetbunnykook]

Forget-Me-Not

Adopted!JK x Detective!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble

Warning: taboo relationship, angst (manipulation/unhealthy boundaries)

Word: 1,855

Synopsis: Jungkook prepares to surprise you during Halloween but you have other plans that fuel his insecurities.  

A/N: I combined most, if not all, of the drabble ideas you guys sent me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this drabble that is borderline a oneshot! ♥ Everyone had such wonderful ideas I couldn’t just choose one. I also had to force myself to stop writing because it was going to turn into a chapter. 

Jungkook just wanted to spend Halloween with you in peace. That was it. Just you and him, in front of the television, wrapped under a single blanket, wearing matching clothes and drinking warm tea. He even planned to order food from your favorite fried chicken restaurant with the little money he made doing art commissions. It was supposed to be a surprise and you were supposed to be jumping with joy when you see him holding two tea mugs in his hands, wearing a pumpkin patterned pajama pants and a large plain white cotton shirt big enough for you to climb inside in its warmth.

Is it surprising that when you walked downstairs, saddle bag in hand, dressed in an outfit he’s never seen before (a dress that was certainly revealed too much of your decolletage), he would be furious?

“Where are you going, mom?”

He can feel his stomach drop when your bright eyes suddenly dimmed upon seeing the cups in his hand and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I…” You struggle to find the words, knowing that his gaze is steadily trailing up and down your body. You’ve never dressed like this for any of your previous dates and Jungkook dreaded that you were going to end up in another man’s house, in another man’s bed, and come back reeking of this bastard’s cologne.

“I have a d-date,” your meek reply comes as you walk down the last few flights of stairs and open the shoe closet, grabbing a pair of boots and a clean pair of socks, your back towards him.

“With the same guy?” Jungkook’s voice lowers and you can hear the clinking of porcelain as he sets down the mugs on the coffee table, next to the rental DVD.

You nod. “Yeah.”

When you risk a glance towards him, you regret it immediately. Jungkook’s fists are clenched at his sides, his jaw is tight, and his eyes gleamed with unshed tears.

“Kookie,” you sigh, dropping your shoes back onto the rack to stride towards his tall figure cloaked in semi-darkness. “I’ll be back soon, maybe around midnight, okay?”

“The last time you said that you didn’t even come home. I was worried sick.” Jungkook pulls away from you when you reach to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I’m a detective,” you chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. The pitter-patter of the rain outside isn’t helping nor is Jungkook’s anger seeping out of every pore. “You know there’s nothing to worry ab-“

“It’s easy for you to say, mom. It’s easy for you to pick up your bag and go because you never look forward to our plans like I do. You never think for a second that maybe I want to spend the night with you and not have to wait for your leftover time like…like a pet.”

Has he always felt that way? It seems almost impossible given you spent your waking hours showering him with affection.

You pressed your lips together. “I didn’t know we were going to spend time today and I always, always prioritize your needs above mine. Don’t ever say that to me. Where is this coming from? Jungkook, if you need me to-”

Whatever you said might have struck a nerve within him for he flinched backwards, shaking his head.

“Forget it,” Jungkook takes the mugs back from the coffee table and paces towards the kitchen, knowing you’re trailing behind in concern as you struggle once more to keep him calm.

He knows he’s being unfair. He knows that you may have forgotten to tell him you were going on a date today, that it was his fault for planning a surprise on a holiday when you’re free from work. You only went on your rare dates on your day offs when you didn’t need to go grocery shopping or tend to other household responsibilities. The fact that you bought a new dress tells him all he needs to know about how much you looked forward to this night, even forgiving his snide remarks about your date when you first introduced him months ago. You don’t deserve to be treated this way and it makes Jungkook’s eyes fill with tears not just from frustration but from guilt that you ended up with him, a burden. This wounded, bleeding burden of a boy who falls more and more in love with you as the years go by.

Jungkook hates your little dates where you most likely had sex before coming back to him. The idea of a man kissing your soft nipples, your full hips, the inside of your thighs – it makes him sick with wrath. Jungkook hates that you still see him as the boy you took under your wings all those years ago. Jungkook hates that you’re so comfortable walking around in a towel in front of him because you don’t see him as a man; he knows you would never be that carefree with a date. He owns a piece of you that no other man can see. But his punishment is that he’s kept in this mold of the adopted son he desperately wants to be rid of. Changing his body to become stronger, becoming independent, pretending to be mature most of the time about the idea that a stepfather can appear in his life at any time – Jungkook was sick of it. He was sick of it all.

He throws the mugs in the sink, the two porcelain clattering in cacophony as it hits the sink and cool tea swirls down the drain.

“Jungkook…” your strained, mournful voice reaches his ears and his heart breaks. He can’t breathe, he needs to get out of there, he needs to get out fast.

“Kookie, wait-” You reach for him once more but he turns back into the living room, taking the rental DVD in his hands before he takes the flyer for your favorite restaurant laying haphazardly and balls the paper in his fist.

He skips up the stairs, noticing that you didn’t follow him this time. Somehow that makes it hurt even more.

Jungkook throws the DVD and paper on his bed and opens his closet, reaching for a pair of black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. He sheds off the plain shirt and pajama pants (so much for October festivity) and quickly change into the black set, keeping an ear out for the sound of the front door closing. He grabs his cellphone, his wallet, and keys off the textbooks stacked on his desk and shoves them into his pocket. For a moment he catches his reflection from the mirror pinned to the closet door and Jungkook decides, from his teary red face, that he hates himself more than he hates your dates and your cluelessness.

He’s gotten taller, much taller, stronger, smarter, but emotionally he is still the boy you rescued all those years ago. He’s still the boy who looked up at you and called you his superhero and smiled through the bloody black and purple bruises on his face when you held him and sobbed.

Jungkook slams the door shut behind him as he walks away from the comfort of his bedroom. Stepping down the stairs, he’s surprised to see you sitting on the couch, your feet still bare and your phone clutched in your hand. Why haven’t you left?

“Kookie I’m-“ You pause. You take notice of his attire and take a deep breath. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Out where?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Please don’t do this,” your voice cracks and Jungkook grinds his teeth. Yes, he hates himself more than ever. He’s self-centered, dramatic, and immature, he thinks, it’s no wonder you won’t see him as anything other than a child. Hell, being regarded as a dog would be better.  

“Just go on your date, mom. Sorry for ruining your perfect night or whatever and tell him I said hi.”

Jungkook walks past you to grab his backpack. He won’t be able to focus on schoolwork and he doesn’t have anywhere else to go except Jimin’s house yet he slumps the bag over his shoulder anyway.

“I canceled the date. I’m not going anywhere,” You grab his sleeve, halting him in his tracks before wrapping your arms around him. He’s gotten so large that your fingers barely touch when you hold him.

He’s silent for a second, harsh breaths gradually fading to soft sighs when he hears you sniffle once and lay your forehead on his back.

“…You didn’t have to do that.”

You shake your head. “I should have expected that you’d do something special.”

“It’s not your fault…” Jungkook can see the porcelain cups in the sink from where he’s standing. His cup and yours, the handles designed to fit each other like puzzle pieces. “I’m…I’m just…”

How does he admit that he’s throwing a tantrum because he wants you all to himself? How does he admit that it was unreasonable of him to expect you to read his mind? How does he admit that his heart feels like it’s about to pounce right out of his chest when you’re not near him? It was embarrassing enough for him to slip into your bed at night while you sleep, lying about his nightmares to earn the privilege of your gentle fingers brushing through his hair in your sleepy daze. He might die of shame if he admits that he’s been daydreaming about a night like this when you can be at ease and when he can pretend he’s your lover and pull you close.

Halloween has always been a tradition – not a strict tradition but a tradition nonetheless that is not disrupted by strangers. He’s way past the age of bouncing off the walls for candy and horror movies but he’d hoped that, the older he gets, this ritual of spending time with you and living out a part of his fantasies during special days won’t perish.

“I’m sorry, mom.” Jungkook murmurs at last, letting the rattle of the kitchen windows from the rain keep him grounded. “I…I didn’t mean to be like this. I wanted to surprise you and I just…I got angry and it wasn’t right. I’m sorry. Can you call him again and-?”

“No.”

Jungkook swallows. Forgiveness feels so out of reach. It feels…

“I don’t want to call him.” You continue. “I want to be here with you…if you’ll have me.”

He turns, making you tilt your head towards him to reveal your watery eyes, and wrap his arms around your shoulders, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your perfume smells like heaven. You smell like heaven and you feel ever better pressed to him; soft against solid, molded like the puzzle piece patterned mugs in the sink.

“Do you even have to ask, mom?…I want you here with me. It’s…it’s okay, right? You won’t be mad at me?”

You peck his cheek, tucking your sorrow deep inside like the same way you’ll fold this new dress into a bag and return it to the boutique.

“I will never make you feel alone.”

#bunny:drabble #jungkook drabble #jungkook oneshot #jungkook angst #bts angst #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #bangtan angst #bangtan fanfiction #bts halloween #jungkook halloween #bangtan halloween #bts drabble #bangtan drabble

[sweetbunnykook]

Ink (M)

A half-chapter for “You’re My Clyde, Am I Your Bonnie?”

Criminal!Hoseok x Prostitute!OC

Warning: hint of smut (biting, grinding), angst (mention of death), and a molecule of fluff

Word Count: 1,515

Synopsis: Hoseok hopes one day you will be capable of moving on without him.

“Is life supposed to be this hard?”

Hoseok traces his fingers up and down your bare arms, softly, like he’s stroking a newborn kitten. You adjust your head back onto his inked shoulder, sniffling when he breathes out a puff of smoke from his cigarette-clad lips. He doesn’t answer immediately. Maybe because he’d entertained your thoughts one too many times after making love; your morbid, solemn talks that hangs over his head like a dark cloud when he wakes up the next morning to a pounding headache.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, placing the cigarette back between his bandaged fingers. He jerks his wrist back when you reach out in hopes of taking a drag. He watches your hand fall back down over his taut stomach before he gets the chance to ask if you were smoking behind his back again in those dingy cum-stained motels you clean.

Sometimes customers leave behind a fresh pack of smokes. Lucky for him. But sometimes they arrive in his hands with a few too many missing and he later tastes the ash in your mouth. Not so lucky for him. Maybe it’s time for you to learn how to pick pockets. You’d probably make more anyway.

“It’s dumb luck.” He brings the cig back to his lips and draws as much smoke as his lungs can hold before crushing what’s left on the rusty nightstand. He exhales out of his nose, the smoke falling down to your hair. “Some have it easy, some have it hard.”

“That’s unfair, isn’t it?”

He traces your arm once more, looking down only when you bring a leg over his waist and begin tracing the snakes on his navel. Your fingertips are rough, no doubt from work as the fuckers you call your managers won’t even give you a pair of rubber gloves to wash the sheets. Hoseok runs his tongue over his teeth at the thought of putting a few bullets in their heads. Two per capita, just because.

“What’s unfair, baby?”

“That we’re on the road while real thieves work in companies, buy diamonds, and hire whores like me when they get sick of their wi-”

Hoseok grasp your cheeks between his fingers and yanks your head up to his gaze. “What did I fucking say about calling yourself that?”

You whine, moving your head from side to side but his grip is persistent; he keeps you pinned and keeps his grasp steady.

“…I’m sorry.” You murmur at last and his hold relaxes, giving your flushed cheeks a loving swipe with the back of his fingers.

“Don’t do it again.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not a whore. Not anymore.”

“…Okay.”

You nuzzle closer to him, keeping your eyes down as he combs his fingers through your soft wavy tresses in a silent apology.

Your thoughts continue, this time softer as it leaves your cherry lips.

“Did you know that octopuses have three hearts? But all three hearts are weak. That’s why when you watch an octopus at the bottom of the ocean they crawl rather than swim. They don’t have the energy…or something like that. I can’t remember…maybe it’s not true. But I think if I were to be born again, I’d like to be an octopus. I can use two arms to work at the ocean motel,” you giggle, “another two arms to make love to octopus you, then two more arms to fight octopus cops, then the last two arms to take care of our octopus babies.” You look up at him. “How does that sound?”

Hoseok sweeps your fringe out of the way and plants a kiss between your eyebrows, on the tip of your nose, and then on your lips. Your soft mewl makes him tighten his arm over your chest and he takes one of your heavy breasts in his hands, circling your butter soft areolas with his thumb.

In a blink he maneuvers you underneath him as he props himself on one elbow. He brings your leg over his waist, moving between to feel as much of your skin against his. You circle your arms around his nape, craning your head to let him bury his face in the crook of your neck where he exhales and grunt as you press your sore sex up to his semi-hard length.

“Is our life so painful for you that you’re already dreaming of a better one?”

Your skin is warm, soft, pliant. Hoseok presses his lips underneath your earlobe where he then takes the skin between his teeth and bites.

“Ouch,” You gasp, your limbs tightening around his body. “It hurts…”

He pulls away to admire his work on your neck before flopping back down next to you with a sigh, head turned away. If he’d kept his gaze on the ceiling you would probably be able to see laughter spiral in his deep ebony eyes. As annoyed as he seems, as harsh as his touches – his words – are, Hoseok treasures these nights like you might disappear the next morning. He listens and seldom reply, almost afraid that if he showed how much he thinks about your pillowtalk, you might stop and it might drive him crazy even more.

You’re a little strange like that; poking the sleeping bear with a stick to reveal that his love is conditional despite him proving otherwise.

“I liked you even before I first saw you.”

Hoseok keeps his head turned away as you rub the bite on your neck and lean into his shoulder. It’s going to sting for a while and the bruise will blossom beautifully, like lavender and lilac, by next morning. The cheap satin pillowcase rustles underneath as you inch closer to him, wrapping your arms around his bicep.

“The girl you were sleeping with before me talked about you all the time but I couldn’t piece together what you looked like above the waist. When you asked for me instead of her…again and again, I thought I was the luckiest girl. You had pretty hands and you were nice to me and said I was cute. I thought it was a lie, but I took it to heart anyway. So…no, I don’t dream of a better life. Just one where I’m not always afraid of you running into cops to get me a necklace.”

Hoseok turns his head towards the ceiling and then back down to you. The sheets and the pillowcases rustle once more as he brings his hand to the necklace dangling from your neck and rubs the gold between his fingers. You keep his other arm locked in your embrace, suddenly bashful when he lays the cool gold between your breasts and watches your bare chest rise and fall. Everything about you is soft – your skin, your breathing, your thoughts.

It’s this softness he would miss the most when you’re gone. While it lasts, he wants to cherish it, wants to remember every inch of your body and the tremble in your voice before he ends up in a ditch somewhere. He’d be glad that he’s dead then because then you’d have no choice but to find someone better than him, who can give you that pretty house with the pretty garden, who can give you a necklace that isn’t stolen, who doesn’t make you tremble with anxiety when he’s only a few minutes late from his usual arrival time.

Before that man comes and lifts the veil from your eyes, he wants to keep listening. He wants to memorize how long you stretch your vowels and the little accent you have with your consonants.  

“Tell me more about our life in the ocean.” He asks, his throat tight. “What does our home look like?”

“We’ll live in a giant rock with little colorful corals and shells inside. You don’t like seaweed, so we can find a place somewhere barren and light surrounded by rocks. It’ll be just us two. I’ll make a hole big enough for us to crawl in together and you can,” you yawn, “gather food while I clean and…make our home nice and cozy…”

You yawn once more and Hoseok brings his hand over your eyes, the warmth of his palm soothing your burning eyes. He can feel your breathing slow and your words becoming softer and softer like clouds drifting away in the wind.

“It’ll be like paradise…just us two…no one else…just us…”

Hoseok keeps his palm still.

That night he dreams of your hair swaying under water. You’re sitting just beneath the surface, looking up at the sunlight casting a golden glow over a pile of rocks beneath you. Your white dress is tattered and your eyes are sad. Your gold necklace floats around your swan stretched neck. Tucking your legs beneath you and bringing your head down to your knees, you wait and wait through cold nights when the moon doesn’t shine and days when the sun brings light but not warmth.

He can hear all three of your hearts beat into words only he can hear from miles away.

“Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave me.”

#bunny:drabble #bonnie and clyde AU #B/C hoseok #hoseok angst #hoseok smut #hoseok fluff #jung hoseok au #jhope au #bts fanfiction #hoseok fanfiction #jhope fanfiction #jhope smut #jhope angst #jhope fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts drabble #bangtan drabble #bangtan angst #bangtan fanfiction

[sweetbunnykook]

“Noona, kiss me.”

Your head snaps up to your boyfriend. “Right now?”

“Right now.”

You look around the department store and then at the employee behind the Dior counter pretending not to hear as she wraps your makeup products in tissue paper. The male cashier Jungkook stared daggers at swiftly moves away to the other side.

“Let me guess,” you lower your voice, rolling your eyes up at him. “You’re jealous at that guy.”

“I just want a kiss,” he squints his eyes at you in warning, “I’m not jealous.”

He was definitely jealous.

“Kook...you can’t be serious.” You sigh, passing your credit card towards the woman who bows and walks over to the register, giving you space to address your ridiculously paranoid lover.

“I am, noona. Kiss me.”

Huffing, you stand on your toes and place a kiss just beneath his jaw. “There, happy?”

“I mean on the lips.”

“If you don’t stop, I’m going bra shopping alone.”

Jungkook looked like he was about to cry. “Y-You wouldn’t do that to me.”

Oh, for God’s sake. “Come here.”

Pulling him by the collar, you tilt your lips up towards his, tasting the sweet banana milkshake you bought for him earlier. He melts into your mouth, tongue snaking past your lips to feel more of you. He circles an arm around your waist pulling you close.

You pull back swiftly when the woman comes back with your card and your belongings in a neat paper bag. You return her bow with a nod, and pull your boyfriend near as you turn away to head for the escalators.

Jungkook’s neck twists back to see if the man noticed your public display of affection. And to his satisfaction, the man clears his throat and looks away when he meets Jungkook’s wrathful eyes once more.

“You are such a child,” you giggle into his arm.

“I am not!”

#bunny:drabble #on today’s meme adventure of oy jk and his noona #i missed going to the mall so much and thought let’s see how these two lovebirds behave in a busy department store

[sweetbunnykook]

Salt and Sugar

(Mafia) BG!Yoongi x BG!OC - Drabble

Warning: mention of drug abuse

Word Count: 483

Yoongi is a light sleeper. He usually is, he swears. He could hear a hummingbird suck nectar out of a flower if he truly tried, which was why he couldn’t fathom why he could not hear the pitter patter of your little feet waltzing over to his jacket in the middle of the night to snake a fresh needle out of his pocket. Yoongi wasn’t even sure how you knew he carried it with him wherever he goes. It being the needle and vial, now unwrapped next to your sleeping form, emptied and stained with oxidized blood. He’s just glad that it was morphine and not heroin today because god knows what would happen if you had taken his dosage. Nonetheless, Yoongi couldn’t bear to unclench his jaw as he looked down at your curled body on the parquet.

He should be angry at you and your reckless, immature, and irresponsible behavior. But what he’s most angry at is himself; he shouldn’t have slept with you to soothe your cries. He shouldn’t have taken advantage of your vulnerability knowing you were tip-toeing annihilation. He shouldn’t have ignored your pained eyes as you played with the needle marks on his knuckles, shouldn’t have ignored your gentle lips beneath his jaw and under his neck to hide your face away from him.

Yoongi so desperately wanted to pretend you are just one of many lonely wives he fucked in the past; just another spoiled wife of mob royalty. But you turned out to be someone he wish he could’ve met a long, long time ago and cherished. Before he walked down the road to hell paved with lost hope and locked the gates behind him, he wished he could’ve met you. Just once.

He shakes your shoulders, careful but firm. “Wake up, baby.”

You whimper softly and curl into yourself even more. His baritone voice feels like needles in your ear as you come to consciousness. “…Yoongi?”

Sad. He looked sad.

“I’m here.”

He holds you by the shoulders, palms warm and fingertips caressing the curve of your shoulder blades.

You look down at his jacket on the floor, the vial, the used needle, the scraps of plastic sticking to your forearms. Yoongi takes your face in his hands, prompting you to expose your tear-filled eyes to his gaze.

“Shh…” he whispers, leaning forward to press his lips against the corner of your mouth. “I’m not upset.”

Still, you lean into his shoulder and hide yourself like you always do. It’s what you do best.

“…I’m sorry, Yoongi.”

He feels your tears seep into his skin like a sponge. You’re hot and cold, close yet distant, terrified but daring enough to touch something he never wants to see floating inside your veins.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.” He murmurs against your forehead and presses a kiss just above your eyebrow. “You’re mine to protect.”

#bunny:drabble #guess who wrote a drabble instead of writing an essay #yes that's me the fool #yoongi mafia #yoongi angst #bts angst #bangtan fanfiction #yoongi fanfiction #bts mafia #bts mob fic

[sweetbunnykook]

“Are we more than friends?”

“Yes.“

“More than lovers?“

“More.“

“What about soulmates?“

“Do you need me to answer that, baby?“

#bunny:drabble #possessive boyfriend!Tae #I feel like I don't give enough love to Tae on this blog and needed to make a moodboard for him #i had such a busy day today i needed to unwind with something creative

[sweetbunnykook]

Q&A WITH 🐰: OY JK

A/N: Thank you to everyone who submitted a question for my first ever Q&A session with a character. Enjoy!

Bunny: Welcome to the first ever Q&A marathon starring my first yandere that I created on my blog, OY Jungkook! We have many readers send in questions they want him to answer and they have all been amazing; thank you for participating. Anything said in this interview will not be held against Jungkook whether it is from the readers or from him. This interview is a law-free zone, considering the context of his…activities in the story. Now, please give a round of applause for our cute but scary guest!

OY JK, beaming and bowing: I’m happy to be here, thank you for inviting me. I’m excited to talk about noona and I.

Bunny: Even if it’s NSFW?

OY JK: Especially if it’s NSFW.

Bunny, laughing: Let’s get started shall we? First question! Reader gucieguciekook said: “Hmm, oy!jk. What if Noona leaves you because of your unhealthy clinginess and constant need for intimacy and validation? OMG I LOVE U BUNNY”. Hahaha, I love you too!

OY JK: Phew, that’s a heavy one right off the bat. I think noona always appreciates me asking her for love and attention. Sure she gets a little annoyed sometimes when I’m upset that she’s more into her work than me, but I know when to back off a little bit so she comes after me for a change. I wouldn’t say my clinginess is unhealthy, just unordinary. So leaving is out of the question and I’ll do anything to stop that from happening. I’m a lucky man to be able to say we’re both equally obsessed with each other.

Bunny: I see…relationships are hard but as long as you love each other, it’ll be okay. Right?

OY JK, nodding: That’s right.

Bunny: Next question. From anonymous: “jk how do you picture your wedding with noona?”

OY JK, grinning: How much time do we have on this show?

Bunny: Plenty.

OY JK: Okay, to start off with, I want a small, intimate wedding with a limited number of guests so noona won’t be overwhelmed and it won’t bring back memories of her old wedding that shouldn’t have happened. Seokjin would be banned of course because he’ll just bring bad luck. As for decorations…she really likes peonies and orchids so I want the tables, the aisle, and the bouquet to be matching although the bouquet would be more beautiful because noona deserves the best. I want chandeliers and fairy lights too but nothing too bright and flashy. I’ll have a white suit on and she can pick a soft cloudy dress with a long tail, maybe something with chiffon and silk. No lace on anything except the veil. She might be pregnant by then so there must be a carpet and no dangerous areas like fountains and cliffs…actually, it might be a church wedding because she grew up religious and mother-in-law might like me better for that idea. For our rings, we’re getting them engraved and I’ll get a plain band and she’ll have the prettiest diamond from Cartier. We’ll serve cocktails and savory dinner items like roasted duck and lobster salad…but it depends on the season so I’ll have to wait until then.

Bunny: It seems you’ve thought about the wedding in detail.

OY JK, blushing: S-sorry, I tried to keep it brief.

Bunny: Oh it’s okay, I love the engraved wedding bands and flowers. Do you think noona would be thrilled?

OY JK: More than thrilled. I think she’d appreciate how much attention I’m putting into the smaller details. Noona is enthusiastic about beauty and I wanted to live up to her standards.

Bunny: That’s so sweet of you. Okay…next eyebrow-raising question from anonymous: “i see nsfw so i ask - koo what’s your favorite position with noona?”

OY JK: “I-I um…I like it when I’m sitting up and she’s on top so I can look at her face and play with her nipples. I can also hold onto her waist and control how fast or slow she wants it. B-But I also like missionary because noona gets to relax a-and I’m grateful that I can worship her body from head to toe in that position. It’s hard to pick a favorite when I’m just happy I get to touch her.”

Bunny: Is it hot in here or is it just me? Next question from stressedinmedschool257: “OY JK: will noona ever go with you to a shoot and will you ever ask to take pictures of her?? I’ve been seeing a lot of cute couple pictures like this and I think it’d be so cute to see you two doing it.”

OY JK, relieved his semi-boner is given a break: She’s been my muse since before we were in a relationship and it’s common for noona to model for me. I just keep the photos for myself. When she leaves work early or her vacation days coincide with my shooting days, I like to take her with me too. I gave her one of my cameras to use and she’s already taking pictures on her own hahaha, I think she’ll surpass my skills one day. We take a lot of photos on our dates too and the fridge in my studio has a few of our polaroid photos stuck onto it with magnets.

Bunny: That’s so cute! I’d love to see the couple photos another time. The same person is wondering about Taehyung and his girlfriend: “OY JK: have you ever met Tae’s assistant before?? If so, what did you think of her?? If not, do you want to or does Tae tell you enough about her???”

OY JK: Thank you, swing by my studio and I can give you a peek. No pictures please, for the sake of noona’s privacy. For Tae…I actually haven’t met his assistant before but we’ve talked on the phone and I’ve seen a photo of her. She seems very nice and genuine and I think Tae would appreciate someone who can keep up with him, you know he’s always traveling and it’s hard to get him to sit still. She’s head over heels for him and I think she’s great although I won’t hold my breath if she chooses to leave. Tae can be…difficult so I hope the best for her. I don’t tell them everything about noona so I only listen to what they want to tell me. Relationships are hard.

Bunny: Maybe one day I’ll have Taehyung join us in a Q&A.

OY JK, giggling: It’d take a miracle for him to do anything fun but I’d like to see you try.

Bunny: Okay, now back to noona. Anonymous asked: “Dear oy Jungkook, what’s your favorite physical attribute about noona and your favorite non physical attribute about noona?”

OY JK: Ah, it’s so hard to pick one but I’ll do my best. My favorite physical attribute would have to be her hair. She uses a honey hair mask that makes her hair smell so comforting that I fall asleep immediately when I spoon her and her hair is in my face. It’s so soft and long too. She has wavy hair so when she straightens it, it’s even longer and I just love combing through it. As for a non-physical attribute, I would say…her generosity. When we eat together she gives me the bigger portion and if she sees that I’m tired she always lets me nap on her lap and reassure me that everything is okay. She…she puts up a lot with me, I know. I love her so much for loving someone like me.

Bunny, choking up: Ah, Jungkook, you’re killing me. Please introduce me to any friends you have, I’d like a boyfriend as adorable as you.

OY JK: I’ll call Jimin and see if he’s interested but his cat steals all his attention these days.

Bunny: A cat as my love rival? I’d never win. Okay! Let’s end this on a fun note. Final question from anonymous: “what jk do if noona wont dress as a cat girl for him?”

OY JK: …

Bunny: …

OY JK: …C-can I please borrow a pillow?

Bunny, handing him a pillow to cover the very obvious tent in his pants: I’ll make sure to edit this out before airing.

OY JK: T-thank you and sorry…um…uh if noona won’t dress as a cat girl I…I’ll just have to accept this reality but she can’t resist me putting cat ears on her if I win a bet. That’s the rules.

Bunny: Why do I have a feeling from your reaction that you already have a plan to trap her into wearing cat ears?

OY JK, suppressing a smile: My lips are sealed.

Bunny: Well, this ends today’s Q&A session. Thank you once more to Jungkook for entertaining the readers and extra thank you to the readers for sending in questions. In case I don’t see you all next time, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.  

#bunny:drabble #bunny:Q&A #interview with OY JK

[sweetbunnykook]

“How would I know when you fall out of love with me?”

“When I stop writing songs about you...maybe then...”

“And when would that be?“

“Never.“

#bunny:drabble #I don't even know what to label this #I'm supposed to be doing my project but I decided to make a JK moodboard with pinterest photos #bunny:moodboard #metal singer!JK and noona

[sweetbunnykook]

Home is Where You Are

Mafia!JK X Former!Agent Noona 

Warning: mention of drug abuse, murder, violence, toxic relationship 

Words: 1,288 (Drabble/Oneshot)

Synopsis: Madness and love grows from the same root in the Jeon family. 

“Your dad…looks a lot like you.”

You’re not sure why you’re surprised, but you are. If Jungkook’s father did not have the wrinkles he does now, you would surely have mistaken him as your husband’s twin.

“Surprised?” Jungkook rolls over, wrapping the sheets over his bare hips as he moves to watch your fingers glide over his family photo album. The corners of the leather aged over the years but the photographs are in pristine condition, well-loved by its owner.

You fish one of the pictures out of its clear plastic slot, giggling as you look closer at Jungkook’s pregnant mother looking displeased with her arms crossed while Jeon holds his hands up in the air trying to explain something crucial, you assume.

“Well this looks familiar,” you hold the photo up to Jungkook, an amused smile playing on your lips.

“Ah, that.”

Your husband grins, taking the photo between his fingers and rolling forwards to lay his head on your lap, next to your swollen belly.

“I think that was when dad went on an overseas trip a week before I was due to come out. Mom didn’t trust any of the staff to drive her to the hospital when the time comes.”

“Why not? The staff has been there even before your dad became the head of the family.”

Jungkook smiles although the lightness didn’t reach his eyes. He shifts his weight to throw the photo back onto the leather album. “It was just an excuse for her to cling onto dad. He had a few mistresses before she got pregnant and when it gets too much, he goes away for some time.”

You stay quiet, fingers clutching the sheets at your side.

“He’s weaker than he looks.” Jungkook explains, fond for his father yet hating him all the same. “It was better for him to stay away or else he might explode and scare mom off for good. She stayed in a separate apartment for months once when he lost his temper, haven’t been the same after that.”

Your lips part. “What happened?”

Jungkook shrugs, tongue pushing through his cheeks. “I was maybe…five…six I think. Things just…piled up on top of each other. Dad became an addict, women started showing up asking for things, money wasn’t rolling in, grandpa died, mom fell in love with someone else…just…things.”

Jungkook shakes his head and looks away when you place your palm over his chest, feeling his heartbeat accelerate just thinking about how much misery there was in a house that looked like heaven to the outside world.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to pry…”

He continues. “It was mom that hurt him the most. He thought…he thought out of everyone she’d deal with all his bullshit and never complain. And then she started going out more often, shopping she says, and won’t come back until later trying to avoid dad’s tantrums. She was scared, I think, of him. She thought he was going to kill her because dad gets worse when he’s coked up. I don’t know what that guy was telling her because she was convinced he could protect her from him.”

Jungkook takes your hand in his, his large palm encasing your small fist in a blanket of warmth.

“Dad brought him in our house and killed him, right in front of me, right in front of the dining table mom was making dinner on. It was horrible…really. I had blood all over my pajamas. All I remember was her screaming…my nanny told me it was the first and only time dad hit her. She packed her bags and left the next morning when dad passed out from his coke binge. Nearly killed himself driving over to the apartment mom was staying at with me and begging for her to come back.”

Your husband exhales, weight slowly lifting off his shoulders. You didn’t know how much of it was weighing down on him, how his extreme concern for your wellbeing you roll your eyes over didn’t just appear out of thin air.

“Mom didn’t open the door for two months. Two fucking months. Every other day there were flowers on our doorsteps. Then there were diamonds, paintings she liked, clothes, handbags, toys and books for me. Every Sunday he comes and knocks on her door and doesn’t leave until morning. I mean,” Jungkook scoffs, “have you ever seen a Jeon sleep on a floor? Grandpa would roll in his grave.”

“I started to complain that I missed him for some damn reason even though he fucked me up too. He was stubborn. And she was too. She probably hated me because I looked like him and acted like him too sometimes…it was hard. Out of some miracle mom opened the door by the end of the third month and I just…remembered him hugging her so tight he could’ve broken her bones. I’ve never seen him cry either or shake so much, although that was probably more because of the coke than anything. I think…despite it all some part of her still loved him, pitied him. We were the only thing keeping him alive when the Jeon family were about to fall from the richest neighborhood in Gangnam to the slums. If that happened, we’d all be dead.”

You run your fingers through his hair.

“And then, by another miracle things got better. Money rolled in, dad stopped having affairs, even laid off on the coke often. I think…dad knew that even if he went to church everyday and became a saint she would never love him more than he loves her. He lived with that. He renovated the entire fucking dining room so she didn’t have to look at it. He gave so much money to her dead lover’s family that they’d never have to lift a finger again. Stubborn as always, mom barely took notice…well, she pretended not to. And through it all, she forgot about me. No…actually I think she wanted to forget about me because she gave birth to a Jeon and I’m going to be just like dad, a fucking addict who couldn’t prioritize family before it was too late.

You shake your head. “Jungkook, you’re not your dad. And you’ve always been good to me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Jungkook swallows, throat aching. “I locked you up in a freezer for two days. I almost killed you. I’m…I-”

“You did what you have to do. I was an agent, I was supposed to lock you up and take everything you loved away from you. I don’t blame you for doing what you did.”

Your husband twists his body towards you and place his hand over your stomach and protruding bellybutton, his palm moving in comforting circles. He feels a small kick, just near his wrist.

“I won’t say this twice,” Jungkook murmurs, his gaze sharp as he looks up at you. “When it comes down to it, I’ll always protect you, from everyone else, and from myself too.”

You swallow, your eyes glistening. He pulls himself up on his elbows and then lift himself up with the heel of his palms. He stays still for a moment, exhaling softly, and then reaches over to close his photo album. The leather binding comes together with a soft thud.

“Jungkook,” you place your hand on his bandaged arm. “Kook, look at me.”

He lifts his head back, his hair falling behind his ears. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable, so naked. Then, he turns his head and meets your determined eyes.

“You and me, yeah?”

He puts his hand over yours and brings it to his lips. He doesn’t smile, but you can feel it in his touch.

“You and me.”

#bunny:fic #bunny:drabble #mafia!JK #jungkook au #mafia jungkook au #bts fanfiction #jungkook angst #bts angs #bangtan angst #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan mafia fanfiction #yes I wrote a drabble instead of working on my long chapters pls punish me #also it's almost one AM and I have a quiz due in a few hours which I haven't studied for but my dumb ass brain wrote a drabble instead #that photo of mafia!JK's father inspired me #feels good to write this much in one sitting again

[sweetbunnykook]

True Love Waits

Criminal!Hoseok X FormerProstitute!OC (Part of the Bonnie/Clyde AU) - Drabble

Sometimes you feared he wouldn’t be able to come back to you. Hoseok, the man who seemed as big as a mountain and as strong as the rays of the sun on a summer afternoon, is still just another living, breathing human being. You wondered if he’s bleeding out on the streets while you cook stew. The thought of slicing carrots into spiraling ribbons while the man you love might be taking his last breath makes you sick to the stomach. 

On such days, you can’t lift yourself off the tile. By evening you’ve tucked yourself under the dining table where he kept emergency bags in case police sirens draw near. 

You’re wearing his shirt and it smells like him - like tobacco, sex, and rubbing alcohol. Are his wounds still bleeding? Did someone hurt him again? Will he make it back home? All you can do is wrap his shirt tighter around yourself. You rub away your tears and runny nose with the back of his long sleeves.

You hear his footsteps before the creaky turn of the doorknob. Swaying dizzily as blood rushes to your head, you fight fatigue as you stumble towards the front door as soon as Hoseok appears in all his golden glory. 

There are a few bruises blossoming around his temple and jaw but he’s alive. The love of your life, your savior, your most precious person is alive. 

You throw your arms around his neck and the back of his body hits the door, slamming it shut. A neighbor slaps on her wall twice in annoyance at the noise. 

Hoseok lets you cry on his chest as you struggle on your toes to match his height. He’s exhausted but he’s never exhausted enough to not take care of you. 

“I promised I’ll always come back to you, didn’t I?“

His cigarette-poisoned voice is all too warm and comforting to your ears. You nod, sobbing silently. 

He doesn’t tell you about the violet bruises, about where they came from and who made them. He only notes that he wasn’t pleased with you sleeping under the cracked dining table again instead of the futon he’d laid out for you in front of the television. 

“You’re already mourning when I haven’t died yet.”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if death haven’t had one arm slung around his shoulders ever since he took his first steps.  

Hoseok holds your trembling body closer to him. 

“As long as you’re waiting for me, I’m coming home.“

#bunny:drabble #bunny:fic #B/C Hobi and OC #bonnie and clyde OC #bonnie and clyde hoseok

[sweetbunnykook]

Locked Inside Your Heart-Shaped Box

“Why do you still have Jimin as your profile picture?“

You pull yourself up on your elbows, squinting the sleep away to see Jeon Jungkook scrolling through your phone with an arm behind his head, his tongue poking through his cheeks. He’s pissed. 

“I-it’s just my stan account,“ you stretch your arm towards the phone and he pulls away, scrolling down further. He’s no doubt seen your fan edits of Jimin with embarrassingly explicit captions. 

“I thought I was your favorite singer-“

“You are!“

“-but it seems Jimin has been your favorite since,” he scrolls all the way to the bottom of your profile, “2013.“

“Kookie,“ you whine, pleased that at least his eyes are now on you and your breasts squished against his torso. “I was in high school at the time, I’ve changed.“

“Oh you have?“ He quirks an eyebrow.

You nod eagerly. 

Jungkook swipes his thumb to the left and turns on the camera, lifting the phone up to take a picture of you resting bare on his chest. Anyone with half a brain cell can guess from the tattoos that you fucked the lead singer of one of the most sought out indie metal bands. It finally dawns on you what he’s doing. 

“Oh my god Jungkook wait-“

He changes your profile picture, replacing Jimin’s smirking face with a photo that could plaster your face in gossip forums in mere minutes. You knew Jungkook has never been shy of scandals, but this was different. This was very, very different. 

“There,” he throws your phone across the bed, letting it bounce off to land on a pile of his clothes. He lifts your trembling chin up towards his gaze and relishes in your horror. “Now let’s fuck.“

#bunny:drabble #this gif has been inspiring so many daydreams today #had to write a drabble for singer!Jungkook

[sweetbunnykook]

How to Disappear Completely

???JK x ???OC - Oneshot/Drabble

Warning: Mention of blood, murder, slight smut

Word: 1,253

Synopsis: You follow Jungkook to the ends of the Earth. 

Leaves crunch under your feet as Jungkook drags you by the arm into the woods, two backpacks slung over his shoulders. Your shoulders are aching from the weight of water bottles and other heavy necessities that will no doubt ensure your survival for the night. It’s a pain you must endure for your heart would ache even more if you’d chosen to stay in that god forsaken house, unable to see the boy who is hated by the world.

Bathed in the moonlight ripping through the leaves, you can see his deep chestnut hair bouncing with each step. His leather jacket is pitch black like his jeans and military boots, blending into the silence. If it weren’t for his pale neck and his footsteps you would struggle to see him. He moves like he’s your shadow, one step ahead of you but always nearby, always within your eyesight.

His grip is tight around you but you can’t find it in your heart to complain. He’s terrified of losing you once again, a fear that slept in his skull like a parasite.

If only you stayed, if only you didn’t say the words you didn’t mean, if you didn’t leave him begging on his hands and knees threatening to take his own life. It was you who left him behind the day before that happened. And it was you who cleaned the blood stains on his white shirt, you that washed away his fingerprints on that knife, you that told him to disappear because you won’t be able to save him. Jungkook had offered to turn himself in if it meant that you’ll come visit him. He’s that crazy about you; he’s that crazy in general.

“Kook, I’m tired.” You huff, crashing into his side as your numb legs shake.

He adjusts his grip on your arm once more. “I know baby, I know.” But he doesn’t stop, dragging you further into the forest, the sound of traffic replaced by screaming cicadas and drippings from the river nearby.

“We have to stop.”

“We’re almost there,” he presses, pulling you deeper into the darkness, deeper into the wilderness, deeper into his tar black heart.

                                                            …..

You ignore the stinging pain in your throat as Jungkook struggles to set up the tent. A soft sprinkle of rain soaks through the backpacks, leaving a wet mass of polyester to tighten on its own detachable ropes. It was only after the rain stopped that Jungkook was able to hook the tent to a nearby trunk and pound the wooden nails deep into the earth with the back of his pocketknife. He slumps inside the tent, no doubt sore as you unzip your backpack and pull out the sleeping bag. The thickness of the fur sleeping bag feels welcoming on your skin and you unzip the sides to let Jungkook roll inside its dry interior.

“Take off your jacket.”

He shimmies out of the leather and throws the material away, groaning as he bends at the waist to untie his boots. He kicks the shoes towards your flats near the rest of the supplies.

“Are you hungry?” He asks you, only realizing that he’d pulled you from your bedroom before dinnertime. Your family must be looking for you, leaving the food cold on your plate at the end of the table.

“No.” You answer without turning. You hook your fingers under the hem of your white nightgown and lift it up over your head. The fabric falls from your limbs and you’re completely nude underneath his razor-sharp gaze.

You’re not sure if you’ll ever have an appetite.

Jungkook brings an arm over your waist and tugs your body towards him. You mold into his tall frame, shivering as his warm breath comforts the marble coolness of your skin damp from rain.

“We’ll leave in a few hours, okay?”

You nod, twisting your shoulders to face away from him when he stops you in haste.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No Jungkook, I’m not mad at you.”

There’s a moment of silence. With a soft sigh, he sits and reaches for the flashlight strapped to one of the backpacks with a metal hook. The flashlight comes to life with a flick of his thumb and the maroon tent is bathed in phosphorus red.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him unroll the fur covering of the sleeping bag to expose your curled body. He wraps his hands around your ankles and pull you sideways, placing your feet on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he says as rolls the heel of his hand on the arches of your feet, massaging your damp feet softly. His thumb makes a trail down the balls of your feet before moving back up to your toes. His knuckles glide along the plush pink sides. He readjusts his own legs multiple times, sore beyond belief as he had to climb the wall to your bedroom window mere hours before and jump back down from the same height. His shoulders are lined with bruises yet it hurts him most to see you aching and helpless.

“We don’t have any money, Kook.”

He shakes his head. “I borrowed from a friend. We have enough.”

You can’t even fathom who this friend might be. Out of all the men in the world, why did you have to choose Jungkook? Your angel-faced best friend since birth who appeared under the streetlights soaked in blood, pleading for you not to leave. Strong was his gaze that you, the person who can barely kill a bug, pulled him into your borrowed car and offered him shelter. Who he left bleeding on the asphalt, you don’t want to know. You just want Jungkook, just him; it was unfortunate that his life is so different from yours. Together your soul and his are at peace, but when it came to anything else he was a stranger.

You watch Jungkook wipe down your numb feet with a clean towel before laying a pair of socks on your lap. He unzips the tent halfway down and reaches his arms out to the rain to wash his hands. You watch his wrist turn and turn, long fingers curling around his palms just like he does when he’s scrubbing away blood that had dried on the crevices of his skin.

Ignoring the socks, you crawl over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. His skin is warm beneath the thin cotton tee.

“Kook…can you promise me something?”

He pulls the zipper back up to the top corner of the tent, drawing the curtains on the storm brewing outside.

“Hm?”

“That person…the person you…” killed and left for dead “…I don’t ever want to know his name. I don’t want us near that again. Can you promise me that when we get out of here, we won’t turn back?”

“Of course, baby,” he breathes, pulling you closer by the neck and rubbing his cheek against yours. “Whatever makes you happy,” he pushes you softly down onto the fur.

His lips meet yours in fervor. He’s both hard and soft against you, tongue hot and slipping across your own. Your fingers curl around the nape of his neck as you pull him closer, closer, closer, wanting more, wanting him endlessly, wanting to be smothered in his touch.

“You’re so special, Kookie.”

He whines, settling between your legs as he lays his heavy head on your chest.

“You’re so very special. I wish I were as special as you.”

#bunny:drabble #something hopeless #something romantic #something sad #that is my drabble #how to disappear completely #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook drabble #jungkook yandere