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koostarcandy · 2 years

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only love

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: over 5 months of domestic bliss with your best friend turned roommate turned lover gets you thinking, alot. alternative? a fluffy, domestic morning with koo 🥰

genre: bestfriendstolovers!au, fluff

wc: around 1k

warnings: they're so sappy god, lots of kisses and soft stuff, sliiiiight mention of suggestive stuff

a/n: inspired by only and honeymoon fades !! this was very indulgent, i kept going on and I didn't know how to stop 🤧 I also took a prompt from my prompt list cause it fits well ^^ happie reading !! maybe listen to ♡ while reading?

gentle fingertips tracing your soft skin wakes you from your sleep, heavy eyelids forcing themselves open and greeted by stripes of white light, courtesy of the cream linen curtains hanging on your window.

"good morning, my love," a sleep-ridden voice beside you prompts you to turn to the source, met by messy haired yet still adorable jungkook, sleepy smile gracing his lips when your eyes meet. you nudge your nose with his, not trusting your voice at the moment. he pulls you closer, head resting on your blanket covered chest and yawning, mumbling about seeing blueberry waffles and vanilla milkshakes in his dream, deeming it as breakfast for the day.

you never knew letting your best friend move in with you while he was on the lookout for a new apartment would turn into something so wonderful. he always knew the passcode to your place, sometimes finding him passed out on your couch, tv running as background noise, curled up in his favourite blanket. it was like he lived there, except for the fact that he didn't. you're the best roommate he's had, he confesses one lazy afternoon, ice lollies in hand while you flip through your book. you let him do chores at his own pace and let him put the aircon on whenever he wants, the customary humidifier in random corners of your house.

"and then he says that she fell down the stairs! nothing about him hitting her no, he's literally gaslighting her and it's so infuriating, i wish i could punch him, koo, it's so annoying," you huff, explaining the latest book you've been reading to him.

jungkook looks up from his place on your chest, wide eyes in disbelief and chin propped up, "that asshole, i knew ryle was no good from the beginning, like, who begs someone to fuck them???" you nod furiously, leading you to another rant about how he was a walking red flag, not realising how jungkook was sporting the fondest and most content smile on his face.

you've learnt more about jungkook while living with him for more than 5 months now. he likes milk in the mornings and loves spicy ramen at the dead of night. he took it upon himself to play every game in play store with you, often ending with your limbs tangled while you fret over yet another impossible puzzle on your ipad. he's everything you've ever wanted in a roommate, the perfect balance of fun and seriousness throwing you off sometimes.

you didn't know when you would spill your feelings out to him, heart locked up with chains after miserable experiences. maybe it was the liquid courage, maybe it was jungkook being fed up of keeping his feelings bottled up inside. one soju shot after another, you're both nose to nose, forehead to forehead, deep in a game of who knows what.

"the person who takes the next shot will have to say something about the other," jungkook says randomly, heavy alcohol breaths not fazing the both of you. you flick open the next bottle, the cap rattling drowned out by the sound of you chugging at rapid speeds. alarmed, jungkook snatches the bottle from you, only to freeze at your next words.

"i'm in love with you, koo."

the bottle almost slips from his tattooed fingers but you catch it in him, despite your tipsy daze on him. "say something," you plead, eyes boring into his suddenly rigid face.

"how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

not mad, it turns out. you're on him in a second, frantic lips trying to convey a million emotions. pulling apart with slightly heaving chests, you cup his face, rubbing the rosy apples of his cheeks. he holds your wrists, pressing another kiss on your lips. and another, followed by a tiny giggle. he decides he wants to hear it again, peppering smooches all over your face till you're flat on the ground, laughing at goodness knows what.

"hello? do you not want whipped cream on your waffles then??" a large hand waves infront of you, breaking out of your indulgent reverie. "i want," you say and nod your head, yeah definitely, whipped cream and blueberries? perfect combination.

"what were you thinking about, love?" jungkook asks curiously, wondering what's got you zoning out, small smile dancing on your lips. "you, of course" saying it likes it's the most obvious thing in the world. pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead, you wear his t-shirt and hop off the bed, saying you'd get a headstart on breakfast. you leave him all red-eared and giggly on your bed and he hopes he's the only one on your mind who's got you all soft and giddy.

you carefully press the waffle batter and close it shut and go through your fridge for whipped cream. "koo, i can't find the can again-oh there it is," you end sheepishly when a long hand takes the can from the side of the fridge and you're met with a shirtless jungkook, small smirk playing on his face.

"you know," he starts, closing the fridge and pulling you close with a tattooed arm around your waist, "i'm starting to think you keep me around so your apartment doesn't go upside down," you scoff playfully, aware of his neat habits, "that's exactly why I keep you, darling" you say coolly, as if you don't love him with your whole heart and he didn't rock your world last night.

you set the now ready waffles on a plate, jungkook joining in on the fun and making it seem like a cake, a layer of blueberries and whipped cream between each waffle. almost half of it is gone by the time the second batch of waffles is done and jungkook groans in delight, "you made more?! I knew I loved you for a reason," he says proudly, a loud "mwah!" on your lips and he's onto making the next stack happily, feeding you and filling you in on your friends' latest shenanigans.

you suddenly find yourself hoping and praying you both never change, staying the way you are, loving each other so hard it makes you weak at the knees and wishing you'd feel that for the rest of your life. you follow his sparkly doe eyes and animated expressions, completely enamored with him and his ways. you hope you both can love through the pain and whatever is thrown your way.

"and when I told them about how i wasn't going to move in with them and stay with you, they were actually shocked?? but forget them, we didn't see us coming."

you nod in agreement, regretting the times you were oblivious to his affections. you really should've known when he wears his heart proudly on his sleeve. you smile and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, getting up so you could get the dishes done with but you're beaten to it. jungkook forcefully sits you down and says he's doing them this time and that he'll do you later, which cracks him up and gets you scrunching your nose in amusement, his childishness peeking through.

"you see that? see the technique? the snap of my wrist? only an expert could do this baby," he says proudly, stacking the dishes neatly. he wipes his hands quickly and he's next to you in a second, hand behind your neck pulling you in for a sweet kiss. you sigh happily into the kiss, arms resting on his shoulders. he places several pecks on your lips, eliciting his favourite sound, your laugh. he places you on the counter effortlessly, doe eyes peering into yours. the comfortable silence envelopes you both in a bubble, foreheads and noses touching.

"i love you," jungkook says firmly yet softly, lips moulding with yours. he trails them down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, placing a loving kiss and resting his forehead there. you press a gentle smooch to his forehead, the beginnings of a lovestruck smile dawning on your face.

"and i love you, koo" you say happily, now holding his face gently in your hands. you kiss him like it's the last time you're going to see him, pulling away just so you could gaze at his handsome face. he carries you in his arms and settles on the couch, making sure you're both as close as it can get. jungkook's already pulling up your favourite drama on tv, knowing it would be forgotten later.

The fuzzy feeling brought by the tranquil atmosphere makes you both sleepy, so you manoeuvre yourselves till you're lying together. smiley, sleepy eyes slowly close and you're both off to dreamland, wrapped in love.

pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun

#pls gimme feedback i'd like to know how i did this time 🥺🫂#jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts fic #bts fanfic #this was soooo soft and fluffy for me to write i loved it #the songs were very very helpful :D #chaenelcore

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ephemerlskies · 4 years

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constant craving 04 (final) | jjk

⇢ pairing: jungkook x reader

⇢ genre: “drabble” series, best friends to lovers au, slight angst, FLUFF, bestfriend!au, unrequited love, smarter idiots but still idiots all the same

⇢ word count: 6.8k

⇢ warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, excessive drinking (drink responsibly), pining, jungkook is an overdramatic baby, a surplus of feelings (i am disgusted with myself), one (1) fire hazard

⇢ summary: with the Friendiversary approaching quickly, both you and Jungkook have an array of trials to navigate through. and, as Seokjin gets caught in the crossfires, you must finally make a decision that will define how the rest of your life will unfold.

♪ playlist: constant craving - k.d. lang, bad religion - frank ocean, misunderstood - lucky daye, neu roses - daniel caesar ♪

╰ series index: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 (final)

a/n: wow.... so bitches really call this a drabble series then write a 6 thousand word finale... its me im bitches... anywho, i really love the way this played out!! jungkook had to hit the bottom to start rising to the top and it shows. also, the ending is like....... hehe well ill just let you all see for yourselves. enjoy my lovely readers! this wrapped up such a heartfelt series that is so dear to my heart. thank you all for the support for this! and i might whip up a few drabbles simply because i think this relationship is really cute hehe ok... happy reading! <3

part four: i love you too

Carrying that music box in his pocket felt like a well-deserved and all too grim reminder of what went down a few days ago. Sitting drunk yet again, though one would best describe Jungkook’s posture as more of a sloven pile of flesh and bones withering away on a bar stool, he searched for the wallet which was in one of his four pockets.

He reached for the wrong one. Instead of the faux leather skimming his skin, it was a solid wood corner pricking the pad of his index finger. It stung more than it should have. Perhaps he'd gotten a splinter, or the top layer of his skin was simply too raw from all the wear and tear of your fight. Jungkook wasn’t one to jump at such negligible shocks, but it sank him back into that night. It wasn't the wooden corner at all.

You loved him. You still love him.

That's what you said. That's what nearly put him on the floor instead of in his chair, and what had been preying on his mind as if he were no different than a helpless animal drowning his regrets in whiskey. And he knew he should have said it back.

Jungkook theorized ways to defy the cruel restraints of time, and if the universe would be so kind as to allow him to travel back to that day in middle school when he happened upon a scared, flush-faced student running so fast and panicked that they bumped into each other, just to be the one who said 'I love you' first. Or those genies and shooting stars and blessed fountains that supposedly granted wishes; he would pay no hesitation to plead with whatever deity would listen and permit his most prioritized desire.

The retrospective bargaining remained a ghost haunting just about every waking moment of his life. Though, he had not been quite sure if said ghost was some cosmic sent presence or simply his own guilt. If regret took on physical ramifications, then Jungkook would have been convinced that was why he felt as if his legs wouldn't have been able to carry him even if he tried.

If I could just go back to that night with the knowledge I know now, I would have hauled my ass to your house instead of that club and told you that my choice was made for me the moment I met you. Every other person I ended up with these past twelve years was simply a buffer for loving you. I had to prepare myself, because loving you was something entirely too tremendous for a boy still grappling with his own faulty speech pattern to assume.

I wish you knew that. I wish I didn’t stand there like an idiot and let you leave, thinking me some hero for finally letting this new guy Seokjin take the place I had always imagined being in. I wish I had just said that I love you.

I love you.

I love you, ___.

Jungkook’s vision resembled that of a smudged lens. However, there were no fingerprints on his eyes. The world had turned blurry and colorless, the latter he knew was not due to the sixth order of whiskey he let soak into his heart’s open wound.

A life of color was one of the many things that left when you did.

He didn’t know it then, but Jungkook was being fervently dramatic since it had not been more than seventy-two hours the last time he spoke to you. Thought to him, it was akin to being just short of death and taking another breath would have been an expense he wasn’t sufficiently funded to pay.

Whatever happened in the interim of him paying his tab and walking out onto the sidewalk must have landed somewhere in the blacked out stretches of his inebriated memory, since he was now staring at your contact gleaming on his phone bearing the semblance of one guardian angel.

It was so ingrained into his routine. Opening the app with the phone icon, clicking the ‘recent’ tab, and finding your name no further than three contacts down the list because he called you as if he had important things to tell you, though normally it was just to hear your voice or to tell you about what he had for lunch. And it nestled into his muscle memory as natural as it was for him to breathe or blink. Even when alcohol debilitated his driving, walking, and thinking, his body was drawn to seek a haven such as yourself. And he nearly pressed ‘call’.

Before the comfort of your voice could ring through to his phone, reality descended upon that reflex. Right now, you were probably with Seokjin, attending some pretentious art gallery for one of his colleagues.

It was just Jungkook and the night sky and the moon that he hoped you were gazing at too; it would be the only connection to you as of now. The moon, a parcel for the most longing gazes.

There are stories where the two protagonists get it right. This was not that story. That reality stung more than the residual burn of whiskey clinging along his throat.

Both you and Jungkook made every wrong decision possible. From the moment you subjected yourself to exploiting the veneer of being a ‘good friend’ to disguise any true feelings that might have taken light, to the moment Jungkook was presented with all the excruciatingly obvious signs that you were in love with him, but was simply too inept to notice, to the both of you neglecting any urge threatening the bounds of platonic. Any path that would have steered to a destination where you two would get that happy ending was conveniently untaken.

And you had a long journey riddled with heartbreak after heartbreak to prove it.

He traded his phone with that wooden music box, scuffing the soles of his shoe as he walked back home, hoping he’d be able to give the gift to you on your Friendiversary.

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Your pain was still raw. In this way, you had not considered, or rather avoided the idea of tending to such delicate wounds. The days leading up to the infamous anniversary had been spent hoping you would organically heal enough to allow the presence of Jungkook while denying another reopening in your wound.

You had been juggling a not so thrilling number of conflicts the three days preceding that self-acclaimed national holiday.

One, Seokjin and his bottomless supply of invitations that you felt too obligated to refuse. He had such a life packed with plans which is more than you could have said for Jungkook. He, most likely, busied himself with promoting ranks in some obscenely violent video game. Two, a mutual friend of yours had told you Seokjin was fixing to make your relationship official this coming Friday, and you didn’t want to admit the lackluster reaction upon hearing the news was equivalent to receiving a C on a test. It wasn't the worst grade to receive, but you knew there would always be something better than adequacy. Not satisfying enough nor disappointing enough to be dealt with without bending a few expectations. And three, all you really wanted, the only agent of excitability (both good and bad) that diluted the festering numbness in your heart just a tad more, was thinking about seeing Jungkook on your Friendiversary.

But with that excitement, was its equally worrying constituent: whether or not you would be able see Jungkook that day without cracking under pressure.

Things weren’t exactly attuned between the two of you. Your emotional stature had never been more unsynchronized and offkey with Jungkook’s, so, forcing a celebratory movie or dinner would be no different than adding cornstarch to the already thick tension.

“___? Are you listening?” Everything Seokjin had just been droning on about filtered in and out without a single word being absorbed, and you could have pretended this wasn't the case but stress had apprehended caring enough to lie.

“Sorry… No, I wasn't. I’m just stressed is all.” Since that was only a half lie, self-admonition had not yet taken permanent residency whenever you would look at Seokjin’s eyes offering nothing but genuine tact.

“Oh, sorry to hear! Are you okay? Anything you wanna talk about?” That, and the soft press of his hand over yours had swallowed you into a perpetual, guilty cycle of comparing two incomparable people.

Seokjin was always like this. Serving a gentle smile and honest ears as a vessel of calmness during whatever calamity you were grappling. It was safe knowing if you fell, you’d have a comfortable cushion to soften the impact. He was mindful with his words and had the intelligence to articulate them with impressive eloquence. You were more likely to see pigs fly than to see him stutter. He had a diverse group of friends and walked a steady path to a financially secure life. And you started to wonder what else one would need in a partner? Any sensible person would do much more than you had to snag someone like Seokjin, as handsome as he was kind and respectful. He seemed to have everything Jungkook lacked, including mutual feelings for you.

It would have been entirely too easy to pick him, as if there was a ‘Seokjin’ button and a ‘Jungkook’ button and you could press Seokjin’s on a whim. If choosing him would have meant miraculous nullification of all your very real and very unremitting feelings for that idiot you called your best friend, then you would have done it in a heartbeat.

There wasn't a 'Seokjin' button or a 'Jungkook' button, nor was there a button that would wondrously redistribute your feelings towards Seokjin.

And then there was Jungkook. Always in the back of your mind when he wasn't tenanting the focus of it.

He was never predictable in the ways that mattered. It was just as difficult figuring out his next move as figuring out whether this trait was exciting or exhausting.

Though, this had not been to say you didn’t know him well; in fact, all his habits and preferences and pet peeves could be bound into a book, written by you, and it would be so accurate anyone who read it would think it was an autobiography. He knew you to the same caliber. Where Seokjin would ask what was wrong, Jungkook wouldn’t need to. He already learned your behavior to know to say something along the lines of ‘tell me what’s wrong when you're ready, we can watch your favorite movie or swing by that Chinese place with those great fried dumplings in the meantime’. And on more favorable occasions, he'd say nothing and simply wrap you in his arms and let his shirt become a delta for your tears.

To anyone else, that might sound entirely too frank and perhaps a bit dismissive to be comforting, but to you it was the exact cure for each affliction. To never need explanations that would validate your feelings because Jungkook saw to that right when he took notice; to never manufacture fake smiles through failed attempts at cheering you up since, of course, he knew exactly what to do to vegetate joy in your heart and earn a smile from years and years —and years— of practice. It had almost driven you mad, thinking about how he knew from a shift in your brow what you were feeling and yet, somehow, never realized how deeply in love you were.

All the while, the moment you were convinced you had been versed fluently in his every move, he would pawn another blindsight that would leave you breathless and amazed all the same. Jungkook always had concealed tricks up his sleeve, and life was anything but repetitive with him. You would more often than not find yourself struggling to relearn language and existing itself just to keep up with him. How exactly he managed to wield such diametric facets of being was an enigma beyond the reasoning of this universe.To feel like home, somewhere you belonged outside of your own body, and a daring voyage into a completely new world all at once must have meant he was some sort of Godsend. Only angels could have sculpted a soul so magnetizing, you assumed.

Seokjin was an umbrella, shielding you on some arcane journey under an unforgiving rainfall. Your shoes kept dry and your hair intact.

And if he was the umbrella, then Jungkook was the rain. Falling everywhere and all at once, so that you couldn't help but let yourself be saturated in his entire, vibrant being. And who’s to say letting such a water fall against your skin was a bad thing? Sometimes rain is cleaning, gentle even. They bear fruits as beautiful as rainbows that guide you to an unnamed treasure.

Your treasure, however, had a name.

Jungkook calling.

"___? Hello? You in there?" Seokjin waved his hand in front of your face mostly in a jesting manner, but part of him felt like your eyes were blinded by something held in your heart. If he hadn’t pulled you back into reality, you might have been lost forever.

“I'm just…” Your attention had abandoned this conversation the second his name gave light to your screen. “Sorry, um…”

“It's okay, you can take the call. I’ll be in the kitchen making us some coffee.”

If you were to thank him profusely, it would have been far too obvious how much you missed seeing his name among your notifications, and most likely expose how often you spent thinking of Jungkook while you were supposed to be enthralled with Seokjin. So, you just nodded and answered the phone.

Nodding and answering, as though that didn't feel like taking a breath of clean air after hours of swimming through muddied waters.

“Hello? ___?”

“Jungkook.” It took you longer than usual to form a response and what was assembled had been a half-baked utterance just to let him know you were on the other side of the phone, hearing his voice and feeling a surge of energy course through your veins like he was some delicious narcotic filling life into you after only a week without him.

“___.” Jungkook was in his own debt of words as well. The exchange halted for a few seconds, a jaded breathing cutting the cracked static.

“Look-”

“Hey so-”

Any hope that you had finally caught up to the same page as Jungkook was lost. Now, it seemed you two were reading entirely different books.

“You go.” You said after another dreadful pause. He was the one who called, so he should be the one carrying the burden of navigating through this deafening tension.

“Well, I- uh… I… Well, you see I was just, um, wondering…” Jungkook’s heart must have shut off. That would explain why even the most rudimentary of words felt closer to a foreign language. Or, why he was making conscious efforts to counteract the threat of his nearly dormant lisp.

His brain was drained dry of any blood, his inner mechanisms were shutting down. Even without the alcoholic filter catching words and common sense in its web, Jungkook felt himself fall into an overactive state of dumbfoundedness. Sobriety only a cataract for his emotional override.

“Our friendiversary?”

“I’m sorry, I did not understand literally anything you just said.”

“Me neither.”

The charming and familiar laugh that spilled through the speaker reminded you that Jungkook was in fact a real person. Not some figmented embodiment of every lost and unrequited and tortuous feeling you had been suppressing for twelve years. Jungkook was real, his laugh and everything else you loved about him were all so incredibly real. And more importantly, the pure joy you felt was real; a permanent serialization of his. Your smiles and his smiles had always surfaced in tandem.

Now, you both were laughing. Neither were warranted by his messy attempt at forming a coherent sentence. The weight of discomfort shedding from your shoulders had been partnered with a slew of relieved chuckles.

“Anyway, um. I- I still wanna see you on our Friendiversary. Or, at least give you your gift.” Admitting that was terrifying but the thought of breaking the consecutive streak of eleven years simply because he was too much of a coward to admit he wanted to see you dizzied him. However, the thought of spending your friendiversary alone terrified him beyond comprehension. So, he thought not about that as a possibility; he carved an opening to his heart in hope you wouldn’t send sharp thorns of rejection into it.

“Yeah, I, uh. I still wanna see you too. I mean, it is a national holiday. We gotta have holiday spirit, right?” You were forcing playful banter, it felt like lemon juice scouring cuts on your tongue, but you were so desperate to make things between you two feel normal.

“You’re right! So, um… You can come over tomorrow night. I’ll set up a surprise or whatever.” He seemed to have fallen back into stride with pre-confession Jungkook. Trying to keep up with him now would just exhaust you of all your means, so you chose to save the rest for tomorrow night. Even if that meant watching him walk away to some unforeseeable finish line; his back, the last part of him you’d see until you could finally collect your broken pieces and start walking as well.

“Sounds good! I’ll, um, see you then.”

“See you, ___.”

You had no idea, and how could you, that Jungkook was now wiping small clusters of wetness from the bed of his eyelids. Why he thought you, the one person that remained a constant in his life, would say no to him over one fight (of many) made for quite the spill of tears. But if you did know, you would have told him you felt like crying too.

"Hey! How did everything go?" You were so immersed in your virtual conversation with Jungkook you nearly forgot the person you were presently with. The train of guilt wouldn't stop for your pathetic attempts at disembarking.

"Oh! Thanks for the coffee." You sipped, and it had just been a stall to blink away the tears that were straying beyond your will of concealment. "It went good. We're still celebrating our Friendiversary."

"Friendiversary?" Seokjin's light chuckle veiled his tense concern.

"Yeah... Uh, it's just this thing we do to celebrate our friendship. The day we met."

"Oh... that's..." His eyes were scaling the rim of his mug.

"That's what, Seokjin?" You were stern, knowing well enough it was born of far more than platonic defensiveness. And you had no right to be the one prosecuting him since you clearly had more to hide than meets the eye.

"I mean, it's just interesting how dedicated you are to an anniversary with a friend." Seokjin wielded that soft-spoken voice which made it difficult to be anything but patient with him. And from the tone of it, he seemed to have no ill intentions with that statement, though it had not been an entirely innocent observation. To you, however, it felt like he might as well have set you on fire.

"Interesting? What is that supposed to even mean? I mean, we've been friends for twelve years. I- I don't know why people are always so judgmental." Your arms crossed over your chest, hoping he would take notice how much his comment slighted you. If asked, you would have insisted you would have been this worked up over any of your friends. Though you knew well enough this was untrue, and it made you feel even worse acting as though Seokjin was the one at fault here.

"I'm sorry. I'm not judging you, really. I just... I just have never heard of two friends doing something like that so religiously."

You sighed out all your anger, knowing the way you snapped at him was merely misdirected frustration. "No, I'm sorry. I know it's kinda weird."

"Look, I get it. You guys are close. But, ___, you talk about him so much that half, no, over half of your stories include him. We've been dating for, what, barely a week now, and I know more about this Jungkook guy than I know about you, and I haven't even met him."

Lips parted, ready to dispatch another slew of defenses to refute all the things he said. It was more disappointing than it was shocking to find nothing but a long sigh emerging. Because he was right. Jungkook has been interwoven so thoroughly in your last twelve years that if you only told the stories without him in it, then it would be the least accurate and nondescript retelling of your life. Fragments of an unfinished novel. It would miss the most crucial pieces, entire chapters, of your story.

You would have been presenting a shell of you, hollow and one dimensional. All the inner parts of you, the lungs and veins and tissue that gave you life and made you whole belonged solely with Jungkook.

That's why you sat there, blank faced, foolishly waiting for the words that wouldn't come to your aid because you had no place to contend with him.

"Seokjin... I'm with you..." It's all that would come up your throat, and it felt like acid. You were sure it burned his ears when he heard them more than it had your throat.

It hadn’t even been partially true. Physically you were with him, but in your head you were sitting on your couch with Jungkook, consuming a concerning amount of junk food while chatting through a movie used more as background noise than entertainment.

"Okay. Does that mean you don't have feelings for him?"

"Well..."

"Can you confidently say you could replace all the time you spend with him with time you would spend with me?" Seokjin must have noticed your returning tears because he loosened his verbal grip from your throat. To you, it sounded like he was pacifying you for some horrible sin, to anyone else it sounded as though he was simply trying to dredge up feelings that would disrupt the chance of a relationship between you and him. "___, I like you. I really do, but in all honesty, I'm looking for something serious. I think we would be great together, but only if you don't have any feelings left for him."

"Seokjin..." You regretted looking at him.

Sweetness was strewn in his eyes and gentle smile. Seokjin was softer than cotton, which made the real threat, the rough sandpaper wearing away skin and bones, you. It made it all the more painful to know you had been keeping everything you felt for Jungkook hidden from Seokjin. Though, if one would have presented an objective point of view, your feelings were far from secretive. And the most brutal honesty was that you knew feelings for Seokjin were never in your attainability. Not the way they always had been for Jungkook.

He was the wrong person who crossed paths with you at the right moment. A mere convenience. And you knew he deserved much more than what you had to offer.

"And maybe I'm being an idiot, but I like you too much to give you some ultimatum which would put you in such an unfair position. So, I'll let you think this over." His compassion felt more like a sharp blow to your chest. “No pressure.”

If he hadn’t smiled like he did, then you would have broken up with him right then and there. It was not possible to rip away such tender hope away from a smile so sweet.

"I'm sorry." You meant the remorse behind those words and it still hadn’t amounted to a proper consolation. "I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I'll go... Seokjin?”

“Yes?” He replied quickly, and you knew only a pace that rapid was one brought on by a sliver of faith that you might have made your decision right then.

“You’re a really great person. You deserve the world.”

Unfortunately, you couldn’t give him what he wanted. And as bitter and unkind as that might have felt at the moment, it was the only bit of truth and relent you could have offered him.

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In your bed, sleep became somewhat of an abstract desire. You knew your rest was deprived from you when the digital clock on your bedside told you it was six hours past the time you'd normally fall asleep. It was because you really did have a choice to make now.

To choose Seokjin, and know you'd collapse in the safety of his reciprocated affection, though haunted by how you would never feel the fullest extent of content. And you would live with that until resentment and distance wedged irreversible damage in your relationship.

Or, to choose Jungkook, which would catapult you into a depth so dark and tenuous that you would have no idea whether you'd meet gentle snow or hard, deadly concrete when you landed. And maybe you'd never land at all; maybe you would be caught in a state of falling down and down forever, until your beating heart eventually stilled.

Which one was worth it? Which were you willing to risk? These were the questions that kept you awake.

The hours leading to your undisclosed celebration events with Jungkook ceased being actual points of your existence and merely obstructions that you had to plow through in order to arrive at some conclusive moment. Something that might give you an answer to all your questions. Something that might have released you from devotedly checking your phone for a Jungkook patented text or call.

You were turning into a half-being. Someone who could only inhale a full breath, laugh an intentional laugh, and sleep a soundless sleep when their other half was there.

If you thought being in love with Jungkook for your entire friendship was pathetic, then you couldn’t fathom what you had become now.

Standing in front of his door, the same one you lugged him to that night he was too drunk to balance on his feet, when you willingly carried all the weight he couldn’t, when your lips became acquainted and comfortable with his within half a beat, you felt as if this chunk of wood was mocking you. A partition barricading you from Jungkook. Your Jungkook. The man you always felt you were on the outskirts of, with only a window to peer into his unreadable mind. And that was enough for you ―until now.

Now you were going to knock on that door with your hand, make him open it for you, and walk into his home. You would be the one to step foot inside of the very structure that only solicited closed doors and immovable walls and fogged windows. And you would leave behind your timidity, every feeling and urge that left you with disappointing compromises for the sake of maintaining this friendship.

You would be selfish, and he would finally feel a mere glimpse of what you have always felt for the best and worst of your life.

Even when he opened the door, arming a smile that actively disarmed you, this home of his was yours to conquer. This was your time to act for you alone, despite how many smiles he sent your way. You had not any weapons or shields or an infantry for a clutch. You just had your heart and all the love it carried.

“Hey! ___, you look… You look great.” There was no real incentive for him to censor how he truly thought you looked. Immeasurably beautiful. It was simply his own nerves impeding on the feelings that were too intense to express without it being followed by an entire soliloquy of I love you’s.

“Thanks... You too...” You could almost feel the words brimming in your and Jungkook’s mouth, carrying such raw emotions and longing intentions.

"I'm really glad that- Jungkook..." Walking into his house punctuated what you were about to say.

His living room was strewn with enough candles to steal the last of your words and to consider his house a fire hazard. That didn't negate this lovely sea of lights to be anything but romantic and thoughtful. A bit cluttered, and not at all perfect, but it must have taken Jungkook hours to set up every wax column. The thoughtfulness of this gesture would have astonished you had it not been for the consistency of Jungkook snatching your breath and words away whenever he tried. It was antithetical, the way you expected his surprises. Yet, always surprised all the same.

Unpredictable, completely surrounding you just like the rain.

"I had to turn off my fire detector but... Worth it." Jungkook considered the number of mishaps that could have dampened any chance of this being romantic.

A candle could tip over and set his entire place ablaze, the wax could leak onto his carpet and tabletops, damaging his furniture and savings for replacements, you and he could have suffocated from all the fumes steaming from the wick. But if that look on your face didn't feel like the only bit of revival to keep his heart's steady beating, if your eyes didn’t look as though it was the only set of eyes that shed beauty into this world then he wouldn't have used up exactly three lighters to pull this stunt. But it did, and he felt warmth and color return to every inch of his body.

He would have used hundreds of lighters to ignite thousands of candles if that meant an ounce of happiness from you. He wanted to say that, but he knew the candles said it for him.

The spectacle almost made you forget why you were here in the first place. It almost made you forget the resolve you managed to gather before entering. And then he said your name.

"___."

The letters flowing from his lips as if they could only be pronounced by his tongue. It sounded so good. So good, that if anyone else were to say it then it wouldn't have been your name at all. It would have sounded wrong, sullied. And it wasn't supplied by neat articulation, this new belonging of your name in his mouth. The need for him to sculpt your name into this world was more than that. "I will never forgive myself if I don't get this out while I still can."

"Jungkook, what is all this?" You didn't know why you felt a collection of tears brimming along your eyes, but you didn't care to figure it out. Perhaps you felt an influx of feelings, an abundance too heavy for your body to seal within the confines of your emotional seams, so they overflowed in the form of tears. This certainly had not been the first time you cried over Jungkook, but you had never cried over him like this.

"___, I love you!" Jungkook said loudly. It was just you and him who could hear, but it felt as though he wanted the entire world to know.

"What? I- You- What?" Your lack of verbal poise was indicative of your love for him once again taking the reins of your mind and heart. Words were a luxury you couldn't afford as of now. You just had to feel everything you were feeling until the rainstorm settled. The hope that he would spare you some remnants of fluency was far along, and you weren't too sure if what Jungkook was about to say would be gentle enough to leave you with any words at all.

"I love you. I don't know why I didn't know it sooner. Or maybe, I- Maybe I did know?" Jungkook sighed at his own ineloquence. "I'm stupid! That's it. That's my only excuse. I'm so stupid. The way I felt about you, the way I still feel about you, is something I thought all best friends had. I thought everyone felt like the moments they weren't spending with their best friends just felt like filler moments. Like, every day I spent without you was just a span of time I had to wait out until I see you again. Like every damn moment of my life is spent waiting for you. And if I don't end up with you then... then I'll never stop waiting."

"Jungkook, I-" He prevailed in surprising you, taking words and breath and thoughts all at once.

"And, I'm that stupid! I really thought all best friends had those moments when they stare at you, and- and-" Now, you weren't the only one with wet eyes and cheeks. "And I just feel like looking at you and being with you just makes me better. It makes me a better person, or something, and it makes me feel like... Like I'll never get hurt again. And even if I do get hurt, I know it's you I want to be there. I know that whenever something bad happens to you, or when you feel like crying or when you're happy or angry or anything that I want to be the one who gets to be by your side. When I look at you, all I want is to love you. To love all your pain away."

"You really mean that?"

"Yes! God, I love you." You didn't notice how it happened, but Jungkook's arms became a shield around you. Inside his arms you were indestructible. Your hands pressed against his cheeks, memorizing the plush, smooth skin. The world could hurl all the fire and ice it had, but it wouldn’t matter. "___, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I'm sorry that in that period, I hurt you. Please, forgive me. I love you, and I want to be with you."

"Of course, I forgive you. I... I can't believe this." Hearing everything you always wanted from him was drastically different when it was actually unfolding. It was a million times more than any hope or dream you used as a salve for your longing. It was everything.

"Maybe it took so long because I was afraid. Because the idea of loving you was something I wasn't ready for. Even though I did love you, God, who was I to take on something as fragile and crucial as loving you. I know I probably would have messed it up. And, fuck, maybe I'm messing it up right now. But I just needed it to be perfect. I needed loving you to be perfect because I don't want to give you anything less than that."

"You were always enough for me, Jungkook. More than enough. You were and are everything to me" His arms that pressed you further into him expressed how happy that made him.

"But I'm not perfect yet. I might mess up... A lot. No, I'll definitely mess up. I don't know if I can offer you perfect yet. But I do know that through everything I have never stopped loving you and I will never stop loving you."

"Jungkook... I don't know what to say." Your thumb grazed a falling tear from his face. Jungkook had not cried often in front of you; and you could tally up the amount of times he had on your fingers alone. But when he did, it was still as beautiful as when he was smiling or laughing or even scowling.

"You could say you love me back." You did. You loved him, his smile that was currently on a mission to melt your heart, his arms that carried both the good and bad parts of you, his wit that you always relished in. All the reasons to love him were an endless flowing river. If you were lucky enough, you would catch a glimpse of each beautiful current and be able to give name to the gravity that pulled you into him.

"I love you too, you idiot." The last word caught in your throat because your lips were being kissed instead.

His lips. Warm and exciting, allotting your being with an infinite devotion of his. And it was more than you could have ever hoped for.

It felt like fire. Like a grove of candles encapsulating the origin of heat. You and Jungkook, holding each other so close, you could have become one. Hot and all-consuming of anything in its path. If one stood too close, they would suffer scorching embers that stray from the orange pyres. Seokjin, Irene, and any other unassuming casualty that had the misfortune of stepping between the two of you, harboring the burn scars to remind them of what fumed from their interference.

Every element concocting between you and him was that of a bright flame, cremating pure metals and wet woods and thick forests alike.

You were in his home. His arms and lips and hands told you it was your home as well. All that time spent wondering why you could never slip inside before was never because he didn't want to let you in. And the thing is, you never thought to knock until now. You sat outside in a silenced hope that he would voluntarily open that door for you. But unknown to you, Jungkook seemed to be waiting as well. Waiting in a large room with empty spaces where you belonged and where he kept reserved for your residence alone.

He waited even when he wasn't quite sure of who he was waiting for, or if you would ever actually spill your warmth into his home. He waited until his fingers turned to ice and his eyes fell to exhaustion, for you to walk inside.

"So, you're like my boyfriend now?" Your voice brushed against his smiling lips.

"Yeah, your boyfriend, or whatever."

"You know this means you have to top next year's friendiversary. And I mean, all these candles? That's gonna be tough." It could have counted as sensory overload, the feeling of his palms flush against your back, the tip of his nose grazing yours, the bright array of candles illuminating the room. But you were so, incredibly cold without him that this felt like solace to you.

"When have I ever disappointed you?" Jungkook regretted what came out of his mouth too late to stop himself from saying it.

"Oh, I couldn't count the amount of times on my fingers alone! What about that time you forgot our chains for the tires on our trip to the mountains? We almost died." His eye roll only encouraged you to continue. Maybe, if you were lucky, he'd equip that cute pout whenever he wanted his way. "Or what about when you swore you brought water, but three miles in on our hike you had that look on your face. You know I reminded you to get water and you swore you did. Or what about-"

"Okay! I get it! I fuck up, jeez." He scrunched his nose, his eyes waning into crescents courtesy of that grin of his. You counted the number of wrinkles along the bridge of his nose as you always did, though you had acquired an expertise in the geography of his face. Each line and angle and ridge were now and eternally yours to restudy and marvel. "Hey, uh, almost forgot."

He reached into his front left pocket. "I, um, kept carrying it around thinking I'd see you somewhere. Kinda dumb right?"

"Not dumb." You opened the tiny box, wound the handle until the spring felt tight and you could see the throngs prick the textured wheel, and it was one of those moments where you didn't see a gift in your hand. You simply saw his thought and sentiment manifested as a box of wood that sung a tune.

All the things Jungkook wanted to give you, the sun and the moon and the entire universe were not his to give. So for now, he settled for this music box and there would be a day when he would collect each celestial being and place them right into your hands. Maybe then, he would feel less of a debt for possessing such a love like yours.

"This is... I love it. Thank you, Jungkook." You smiled, but it was motivated in the hopes he would smile back. You thought he deserved that much, at least. And he did.

"Sooooo... Can I tell Seokjin that you're actually in love with me and that he sucks ba-"

"Um, absolutely not!" As always, his crudeness and slight inability to remain mature for too long only wedged you deeper in love.

So, terribly in love. Your state of constant craving for Jeon Jungkook had been left barren. That desolate, solitary province was no longer yours to take residence in.

You had a home now. And you had no need to crave Jungkook anymore. He was right here, holding you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

a/n: okay, cry with me.... these two.... such hopeless saps for each other i'm here for it. final destination is simp city... also (spoiler) it is completely canon that irene and seokjin bond over their mutual heartbreaks and get to smitten hehehe. anyway, my loves i hope you enjoyed this finale as much as i enjoyed writing it!!! it was a short but heartfelt journey with these two and i will miss their idiocy sm. thank u for your endless support i love u all!!! <3

#bangtanarmynet #ficswithluv #btsgoldnet #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts writing #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook bestfriend!au #jungkook angst #bts series #jungkook bestfriendstolovers!au #jungkook series #constant craving #rubycoast

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bangtancentricsblog · 6 years

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Laugh

Summary: Yoongi describes your laugh to the best of his ability.

(Past: College)

Fourteen, Yoongi had known you for fourteen years in those years he’d fallen completely and irrevocably in love with you. Now had ten year old Yoongi known that at this age the girl who came plowing into his life (quite literally might he add) would later not only be his best friend, but also the love of his life he would’ve scoffed. It was laughable really, that you had come crashing into his form in an attempt to get away from your younger brother. He remembers it like it were yesterday, and it still made his face twist with disgust and amusement.

Yoongi had been at the park, sitting off to the side beneath the cooling shade of the trees. His eyes darting around the area as he took in the other kids on the playground. He’d had enough of the summer sun and had chose to keep out of it lest he suffer a horrid sunburn. His gaze however strayed to the children playing in the sandbox. The girl obviously looked a but older than the boy but just as animated. He wasn’t too sure but he could’ve sworn that the two had moistened the sand with water from the water fountain to make it more gooey and firm enough to hold it’s shape.

Why those two kept his interest irked his ten year old self, but couldn’t form the darnedest idea why exactly. Maybe it was that they were both dressed in white, perhaps the fact that he could already see the sand smudges on the boys cheeks or maybe it was because the girl could not stop laughing. Now at the age of ten one was expected to have a childish giggle having not yet developed the silkiness or even the gruffness that came with puberty. But this girl, she was completely in her own. In his reverie he’d failed to notice the pair of siblings vacate the sandbox and begin to chase after one another. Their laughter having rung in his ears a split second before his head knocked painfully into the ground as an added weight rested upon his frame.

Yoongi groaned his head throbbing with the pain from the impact and when his eyes finally focused he found himself staring into your own orbs. Your eyes were wide looking like a deer caught in headlights before your brother pulled you up with a scared high pitched ‘Noona’. From his position on the ground Yoongi could see that your knees were scrapped and bleeding ever so slightly. The once pristine pure white dress you wore now smudged with sand, dirt and grass stains. But the one things you were lacking (though your brother damn sure wasn’t) was the water gaze any child would have from such an impact.

No instead of shedding tears you stood firm beside your blubbering baby brother before apologizing and asking if he was okay. Yoongi had nodded dumbly before you again asked if he wanted to play with the two of you. Once more Yoongi nodded and it was one of the best and worst decisions of his life. Laughter once again erupted from the depths of your being as she grabbed hold of Yoongi’s hand and pulled him towards the abandoned sandbox. He’d be scolded once he got home that day but he wouldn’t mind too much for he had made some friends.

Now at the age of ten Yoongi had quickly gotten used to your hyena like maniacal laughter. The broken sound that came from you never ceased for you always found joy in everything and everyone. Time would go on and it would not change. At the age of 14 Yoongi would go through puberty and his voice and height would change somewhat drastically. His laugh once a soft tinkling giggle now a low rumble similar to that of classic muscle car engines.You howver would only change physically for the most (or at least as far as he was concerned) yet your awkward heart attack inducing laugh would remain.

Something he wouldn’t admit-tingly (at the time) say he liked. No, not even during college did your obnoxious laugh change; often producing twisted facial expressions from your group of friends and even sometimes strangers. No your laugh wasn’t soft and velvety, nor was it some whimsical chime as described in romance novels or cheesy fanfiction. It was this crazy concoction of fluctuating pitches with silent bits mixed into it topped off with your head being thrown back in utter joy of whatever situation you deemed laughable. At this very moment it was watching your brother accidentally clobber Namjoon with the wiffle ball bat you were using to play a friendly game of baseball at the park.

Namjoon had conveniently stood up informing everyone of his need to head out when Jungkook swung knocking Namjoon with a resounding whack to the left side of the head. He effectively missed your pitch as Yoongi watched you shrivel up as the startled yelp fled your junior and began to burst into laughter. Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook had already taken to overlooking Namjoon’s injury. All while you and Jin stood your ground laughing into the high heavens. Yoongi could feel his lips twitch upwards as he contained his laughter suddenly thankful he’s chosen outfielder instead of umpire and that you’d insisted on buying a child’s baseball set instead of the aluminum bat Jimin had wanted to get when you’d gone to purchase the items.

It was in that moment, watching all your younger friends tend to Namjoon that Yoongi realized how much he adored your laugh. Sure it scared the living shit out of him sometimes; especially when he’s long since fallen asleep for the night. While you whom stayed awake came across something you found amusing only to effectively startle him out of slumber with that tortured animal sound you called a laugh. It was in that moment that he stopped to think about a life where your laugh was all whimsical chimes and not this cat in heat noises you made, but found his heart clenching at the thought. No, he didn’t think he could live a life where this little bit of you changes for he found he rather enjoyed it. Besides it people could love Jin’s windshield wiper laugh why not yours?

A/N: What happened to Namjoon is in no way because I dislike him; I love all of them. I just feel that his timing would be so wrong it would just end up this way. Fun fact this actually happened to my baby sister when my little brothers were playing baseball in our back yard, except she got smacked straight in the face instead of the side.

#MemoryLane #College!AU #JungkooksOlderSister!AU #BestFriendsToLovers!AU #ChildhoodBestFriends!AU #Fluff #SliceOfLife #BangtanBoys #OT7 #min yoongi x reader #Jeon Jungkook #Kim Taehyung #Kim Seokjin #Park Jimin #Kim Namjoon #Jung Hoseok #MyWritings #emm writes

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scribbleforone · 2 years

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The 3 Month Challenge

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (but let’s be honest y/n is her OWN person now)

Genre: unrequited love, college!au, bestfriendstolovers!au, a dash of angst and a pinch of fluff

Rating: 13+ (SFW)

Sypnosis: Jungook and y/n have been friends since the first semester of college. Now in their third year, almost inseparable, y/n has mastered hiding how she truly feels about him. But when Jungkook poses a challenge that if either of them can’t find someone to date within the next three months, they should just go on a date instead catches y/n off-guard. While y/n may be an honest student and values integrity, she finds herself tempted to sabotage her best friend’s plan, which leads to unavoidable mishaps.

A/N: coming soon...! Also, this is my first time writing and posting something like this, so I’m a bit nervous, but I hope to learn and grow in my writing this way :D

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whyme13wr · 4 years

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Reading List

🦋 fluff | ☔ angst | 🔪action/violence | 🧚 fantasy | 🔥 smut

✎ Ongoing series | ✓ Complete → only for series

Seokjin

Ungodly Hour -> Demon!Seokjin 🔥 5k

Headlines of the next -> Ex-Husband!Jin, Colleage!Jin 🔥🔪 36k

Blurred Lines -> Teacher!au, Tattooed Biker!Jin 🔥🦋✓

Magnificat -> luthier!jin x countess!reader 🦋🔥☔ ✎

Yoongi

Haze -> 🔥🦋 6k

Somophoric -> f2l, college!au 🦋🔥 10k

Straight Shooter -> Cyberpunk!au 🔥🦋14k

Mixtape -> college, podcast personality au🦋🔥 15k

Greedy -> Loner!Yoongi 🔥 ✓

three tangerines -> Fuckboy!Yoongi, Brother’sBestFriend!Yoongi ☔🔥✎

Hoseok

Systems Of Touch -> 🔥 9k

Matters of the Heart -> victorian au 🦋🔥 13k

Apricate -> Strangers2Lovers 🦋🔥 13k

Smoked Peaches -> sequel to molotov coktail 14K

For the First Time -> Neighbor!Hoseok ☔🦋 15k

Molotov Cocktail -> bartender!au ☔🦋🔥 30k

guarded -> mafia AU ☔🔪🔥 ✓

Flower -> DatingApp!au ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Spotless Minds -> Past Lovers!AU ☔🦋🔥 ✎

Jimin

Cat Nap -> Jaguar!Jimin, SandDuneCat!reader 🦋🔥☔ 9k

Young and beautiful -> greatgatsby!au ☔🔪🦋 12k

Détours -> brother’s best friend!au, college!au ☔🦋🔥 13k

All Fervent Manner -> Established Relationship!au 🔥🦋 19k

Never Falling -> Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, Assistant!reader 🔥☔ 21k

Part of our world -> Merman!Jimin 🦋☔ ✓

Blood Moon Rising -> Vampire! Jimin ☔🦋🔥 🔪 🧚 ✎

Novocaine -> Exes!au, 90s, Punk!Jimin ☔🔥✎

Taehyung

Fever -> Werewolf!Tae, Human!reader 🔥 1k

I Choose You -> Werewolf!au 🔥 5k

Moonstruck -> Werewolf!Tae, ArrangedMarriage!au 🔥🦋 7k

Nox -> Vampire!Tae, Human!reader, Historical!au 🦋🔥🔪🧚 10k

Page Turner -> Teacher!Tae, Librarian!Reader 🦋🔥 13k

Let it snow -> fwb!au 🦋🔥18k

The Forsaken -> Siren!Taehyung 🔥🔪🧚 22k

Chism -> WinterGod!au 🔥🧚 ✓

Kinda Hot -> CampusFlirt!Tae, SweetGirl!reader ✓

White Lies -> ChildhoodFriends!au ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Jungkook

Too close -> Wife!reader, Boxer!Kook ☔ 1k

Under The Blankets -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🔥5k

Moonlight -> soulmate!au; friends to lovers!au 🦋☔7k

NEVER LET YOU GO. -> tattoo artist!jjk 🦋🔥 7k

Perfect Timing -> BestFriendsToLovers 🦋🔥8k

A Touch Of Fate -> soulmate!au; enemies to lovers!au 🔥☔9k

I Don’t Like A Gold Rush -> College!au, Strangers2Lovers!au 🦋☔17K

Deal -> Demon!jk ☔🔥19k

midas -> enemies to lovers!au, ceo!au, magical realism!au 🦋☔ 32k

Ember Burning -> enemies to lovers!au, Dragon!au 🔥🧚36k

Hiraeth -> Royalty!au ☔🦋🔥🔪✓

To Tame A God -> Werwolf!au ☔🦋🔥🔪🧚 ✓

Rule #5 -> f2l 🦋🔥☔ ✓

Evolution of a lover’s heart -> College!au, Fuckboy!jk ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Until We Meet Again -> PastLife!au ☔🦋 ✓

Elemental -> SecondChanceRomance, ModernFantasy☔🦋🔥🧚 ✓

An Ode To A Broken Heart -> BestFriends!au ☔🔥🦋 ✎

Most Undesirable -> Bridgerton!au ✎

EXO

A Space Saga -> ✓

Welcome to the Exodus Mall -> different stories, same place, with every EXO members ✓

Baekhyun

The Morning Haze -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Play & play -> bf & gamer! Baek 🦋🔥

Touch It -> 🔥 4k

Let's Have Some Gentle Fun -> 7k 🔥

Star-Crossed -> Romani!au, MagicalRealism!au 8k 🦋 ☔🔪🧚

Prohibited -> Mafia!au, 20′s, Detective!au 🔥 13k

Finding Atlantis -> Pirate!au, EnemiesToLovers 🦋🔥☔🧚 ✓

It’s A Date -> Strangers2Lovers 🦋 ✓

Love Coach -> Nerd!Baek 🦋🔥✓

Monster Stalker -> Vampire!au🔥☔🧚 ✓

Siren -> 🦋 ☔ 🔥🧚 ✎

Chanyeol

Songs We Sing Together -> Established Relationship!au 🔥🦋 2k

Jigsaw Pieces -> 🦋☔2k

Letters To My Lover -> F2L 🦋🔥 5k

A Taste of Sunflowers -> Honeymoon!au 🔥🦋 13k

Kim Junmyeon

A World, Coloured by You -> Childhood!Bff, Soulmate!au 🦋5k

A Sea Flower -> Merman!au, TreasureHunter!au 🧚

Not Without Her -> Heir!au, Maid!au ☔🦋🔥✎

Do Kyungsoo

Small Moments -> Slice of life ☔🦋

Small Hours of Delight -> husband!Kyungsoo 🦋

Valiant -> Confort! ☔ 1k

No Place Like Home -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Cellophane Cursive -> Letter!au 🦋☔1k

Steam -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🦋 1k

Do You Know How to Grow Blueberries? -> StrangersToLovers 🦋3k

unintentional -> neighbor!soo 🦋3k

Something Sweet

No Other Reason -> FriendToLovers 🦋☔4k

The Busy Bean -> ceo!au, coffeeshop!au 🔥4k

twenty one petals -> commoner!soo, princess!reader☔🦋8k

Mizumono -> Vampire!reader, Doctor!kyungsoo, 19thCenturyGothicHorror!au ☔🦋🔥🧚 10k

The Edge of Summer -> FriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔13k

The Name of the Rose -> StudyBuddies!au ☔🦋🔥✎

Third Name -> Royalty!au ☔🦋✎

Unknown Thoughts -> ☔🦋✎

TXT

Something New To Learn -> threesome 🔥

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 -> Soobin or Beomgyu 🦋☔ ✓

Yeonjun

Let’s Run Away -> Criminal!yeonjun ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Soobin

Planetarium -> Royal!au, ArrangedMarriage!au 6k 🦋☔🔥🔪

Epirus -> Ghost!au 🦋☔🔪 11k

Perfectly Perfect -> Prince!Soobin 🦋 ✓

Beomgyu

The Prince And The Jackal -> Prince!Beomgyu, Metalbender!reader 🦋☔🧚 11k

What About Us? -> ArrangedMarriage!au, ceo!beomgyu ☔🦋🔪 ✓

Mark Tuan

Do It -> f2l 🦋🔥5k

Karina

The Only One I Want -> idol!Jimin 🦋✎

About You -> Idol!Jimin and huh yunjin 🦋✎

THE STORY (is this the end?) -> soulmate!au 🦋✎

Elijah Mickaelson

A Night to Remember -> pwp 5k 🔥

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whyme13wr · 4 years

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Recommandations

I haven’t written any of the following fics/AUs. Please do not steal or translate them cause the writters work hard on them. If any of the links don’t work, please let me know.

✎ Ongoing series | ✓ Complete → only for series

updated 06/05/20

BTS

Kim Seokjin

One Shots

Rosewater -> lovers!au on Valentine's day 🦋🔥

In the mood -> 1940s!au (post-war), Hollywood!au🦋🔥

Of the sol -> Dragon!Seokjin 🦋🔥🧚

Heavy eyed -> 🔥🦋

Currents -> ArrangedMarriage!au angst, 🦋🔥

Urs -> 🦋🔥

Series

The devil wears armani -> Devil!au 🔥☔🦋🧚 ✓

Min Yoongi

One shots

Settle down -> EnnemiesToLovers!au 🔥☔🦋 slow burn

From the ashes -> Phoenix!Yoongi x Witch!reader 🦋☔🔥 💜💜

Off the deep end -> Mermaid!Yoongi 🔥🦋?🧚 friendship interspecies 💜💜

Rose garden dreams -> Knight!Yoongi x Princess!reader, forbidden love!au 🦋☔🔥

Surround me -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

Love Language -> Lovers!au ☔🔥🦋

Never Thought -> MarriedCouple!au, Idol!Yoongi ☔🔥🦋

Series

Buzz -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋✓

Aquiver -> Sexworker!reader 🔥☔🦋 ✓

Grey area -> Soulmate!au angst, slowburn🦋☔🧚 ✎ 💜

Wildest moments -> 🦋🔥☔ ✓

Out of 5.0 -> BlackMirrorNosedive!au ☔✎

Love is not over -> Exes!au ☔ ✎

Bunny blues -> Hybrid!au ft. Kook ☔🦋🔥 ✎ 💜

Carousel -> Heirs!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🦋🔥🔪 suspense ✓ 💜💜💜

Jung Hoseok

One shots

Friendly fire -> Threesome ft. Kook 🔥

A court of curses -> VampirePrince!Hoseok x WitchQueen!Reader ☔🦋🔥🧚 💜💜

Just practice -> Fratboy!Hoseok, HookupToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Occultation -> SunGod!Hoseok x MoonGoddess!reader ☔🔥🦋🧚

Series

Run little rabbit -> WolfShifter!Hoseok x RabbitShifter!reader 🔥🦋☔🧚 ✓ 💜💜💜

Park Jimin

One shots

Winged -> Angel!Jimin 🦋🔥🧚

The Hunt -> WhiteStag!Jimin 🦋🔥☔🧚 💜

Ice Burn -> Fantasy!au 🦋🔥☔🧚

Dawn -> 🔥🦋

Spellbound -> Witches!au, EnnemiesToLovers!au 🔥🦋 light☔🧚

Tension -> Threesome ft. Kook 🔥

Faded Love -> MarriedCouple!au ☔🔥🦋

Christmas Reward -> 🔥🦋

Casual Clothes -> Therapist!Jimin 🔥 a bit ☔

Windy City -> 🦋

Anthesis -> Fae!au 🦋🔥🧚💜💜

Series

The arrangement -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🧚✓

No strings -> FriendsWithBenefits!au 🔥☔🦋 ✓ 💜

A serpent's flower -> Hogwarts!au, EnnemiesToLovers!au🦋🔥☔🧚 ✓

The promised iris -> Soulmate!au 🦋 light ☔ slow burn 🧚 ✓

Kim Taehyung

One shots

Your baby is sick -> ☔🦋

Seven seas -> Atlantis!au ☔🔥🦋

Papillon -> Pregancy!au, ChildhoodBestFriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔

Let's marvin gaye -> Bestfriend!au 🦋🔥☔

Gods blessed -> HalfDemon!Tae x GodsBlessedSoldier!reader 🦋🔥☔🧚

Paper Cranes -> BestFriendsToLovers!au, College!au 🦋🔥☔

Waterloo -> ArtProdigy!Tae x ArtStudent!reader 🦋slowburn ☔🔥 💜

Fake love -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🦋🔥

Series

Groovy -> ChildhoodFriend!au 🦋☔🔥 mention of death

Dichotomy -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋✓ 💜

Tempting -> Demon!Tae x Angel!reader 🦋🔥☔🔪🧚 mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Obsidian -> Witch/Warlock!au 🦋🔥☔🔪🧚 ✓ 💜

When you least expect it -> ft. Kook ☔🔥🦋 ✎

Jung Jungkook

One shots

Familiar but unexpected -> BestFriend!au 🦋🔥☔

The push -> College!au, FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋 slight ☔

Lilac wisteria -> ChildhoodFriendsToLovers!au 🦋

The devil's change up -> College!au, BaseballBallPlayer!Kook 🔥🦋

Five dates -> ArrangedMarriage!au 🦋🔥

Friendly fire -> threesome ft. Hoseok 🔥

Sinful Knight -> Knight!Kook x Princess!reader ☔🔥🦋

Make it right -> Exes!au ☔🔥

Lupine -> Werewolf!au 🦋🔥🧚 💜

Hopping mad for you -> RabbitHybrid!Kook 🦋🔥🧚

Bulls eye -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Itch -> Flatmate!au, FriendsToLovers pwp🔥🦋

Tension -> Threesome ft. Jimin 🔥

The sea & the storm -> SeaSpirit!reader 🦋🔥☔ mention of death 💜💜💜

Backstage quickies -> 🔥

xx(x)ii -> Boyfriend!Kook 🔥🦋 light ☔

Love alive -> PostBreakUp!au ☔🔥

Skirt Chasers -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

Under the bridge -> Hybrid!AU 🦋🔥☔

An abundance of mondays -> ChildhoodFriendsToLovers!au 🦋🔥☔

Caramel -> Lovers!au 🦋🔥

Series

Blackjack -> Mafia!au 🔥🦋☔🔪 ✓ 💜💜

Bitchin -> Fratboy!Kook 🦋🔥☔✓ 💜💜

Just friends -> BestFriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔ ✓

Bunny blues -> Hybrid!au ft. Yoongi ☔🦋🔥 ✎ 💜

Just one -> HighSchool!au, Fuckboy!Kook 🦋🔥

When you least expect it -> ft. Tae ☔🦋🔥✎

EXO

Kim Junmyeon

Empty vessels -> One Shot, Witch!au, Soulmate!au horror, suspense, thriller🦋🔪

Byun Baekhyun

One shots

Hey neighbor -> Neighbor!au 🦋

Little white lies -> 🦋 light ☔

Pause -> 🔥

Series

Enough -> MarriedCouple!au ☔🔥✓

Cataclysm -> Soulmate!au, EndOfTheWorld!au 🦋☔🔥✓ 💜💜

I give up -> 🔥☔🦋🔪 ✓

Saviour -> ☔🦋🔥 ✓ 💜

Park Chanyeol

The lyricism of you��-> One Shot, FriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔

The morning after -> One Shot, FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Undo -> Series, ☔🦋🔥 age gap, mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Do Kyungsoo

One shots

Consider me yours -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

The "Don't Go" wrist grab -> RoomN°7!Kyungsoo 🔥

Kitten -> CatHybrid!reader 🔥🦋 💜

Here kitty kitty -> CatHybrid!Soo 🔥

Chef Soo three meals a day -> 🦋 fast burn🔥

Little forest -> ChildhoodFriends!au 🦋 light ☔ 💜

Honeymoon -> NewlyMarriedCouple !au 🔥🦋

Crush culture -> 🦋

Cherry blossoms -> Royal!au 🦋🧚

Series

Spontaneous -> Idol!Soo x Musician!reader 🦋☔🔥 ✓ 💜💜💜

All his -> Idol!Soo x Interpret!reader 🦋☔🔥 ✓

The prince of privilege -> Royal!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋🔪 mention of death ✎ 💜💜

Ambivalence -> RoomN°7!au 🔥✎

Gorgeous -> FriendsToLovers!Au ft. Nini, FootballPlayer!Soo 🔥🦋✓

Mask -> FriendWithBenefits!au ☔🔥🦋 ✓

Chaebols the arrangement -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋 ✓

Kim Jongin

Gorgeous 2 -> threesome ft. Soo 🔥, 🦋 with Soo

Kim Minseok

Persistant ghosts -> One Shot, Witch!au, Soulmate!au horror, suspense 🔥🦋

Again -> One Shot, Fiancé!au 🦋☔🔥

2:00 AM -> Series, FriendWithBenefits!au 🔥☔🦋 ✓ 💜💜💜

GOT7

Park Jinyoung

Every way -> One Shot, FriendsWithBenefits!au 🔥🦋

Iron Crown -> Series, Vampire!Jinyoung ☔🔥🦋🔪🧚 ✓ 💜💜

Mark Tuan

I want desire -> Series, Mafia!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋🔪 mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Im Jaebom

Pillowtalk -> Series, Idol!Jaebom ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Far From Home -> Series, Idol!Jaebom 🦋☔🔥 ✓

Lee Taemin

Safe word -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🔥

Johnny (NCT)

Relax -> Married!au 🦋🔥

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