#FH!jungkook | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

blueberryarchive · 3 months

Text

𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

୨ৎpairing: cowboy!jm x reader x preacher!jk

୨ৎword count: 5k

୨ৎgenre: smut, horror, angst

୨ৎtw: dead dove do not eat, mentions of death and gruesome details (human and animal), blood, mentions of arms and physical violence, cursing, smut (blood drinking and playing, period sex, rope play, degrading, dub-con, groping, penetration)

An Ewe and the Captive Bolt (a serie)

Today was his birthday, and for the first time in 28 years, the sky looked like a sheet full of spots. He felt ever since he saw Sirius and Canopus in the sky as two little white suns the night before, that this year was going to be different.

What Park didn't know was that what would be different was the pain he felt on the left side of his arm and his chest. The hot, thick blood soaked his shoulder and eye until it covered his eyelashes. The battered hat clutched in both dusty hands as he entered Carmen's diner, a child's shame on his tight lips.

The poor girl behind the counter dropped the key lime pie from her hands, creating even more noise in the place (which Jimin didn't appreciate being in such a state).

"Christ." She murmured, still static.

"Be a doll and bring me a glass of water, would ya'?" Jimin crawled to one of the seats, grunting as he felt his muscles burn.

The girl approached with a small towel and a terrified look.

"Never seen blood before?"

"No, sir." Her brown eyes were like two walnuts bouncing between Jimin's face and arms. She was adorable, her face round and her hair so curly that she reminded him of his sheep. If she hadn't been the sheriff's daughter, he said to himself every time he saw her.

"Are you hurt, sir? I can call my daddy and-"

"No need for that, sweetheart." He raised his hand. The last thing he needed was to have Montrell in his affairs. "It ain't my blood, it's my horse's"

Apparently, that seemed to affect the young woman more. Jimin was a little offended by her reaction.

"Why don't you bring me a piece of that delicious key lime pie you had in hand and two coffees."

There were more questions in her curved eyebrows, but she just nodded and walked away. Park took off his shirt, leaving a tank top underneath it, with the handkerchief that he kept in his jeans, he began to wet his hands and his face.

His fingers were still shaking from the adrenaline. The shrill sound of the car's tires driving away, the heated laughter cloistered behind the smoked windows, the last sharp sigh of his horse before Jimin ended his suffering. He had to find the bastards who ran over his horse. FH-6077, he read the plate in the distance before crossing the curve, and his brain couldn't stop humming the six digits like a prayer.

The sudden hand on his shoulder calmed the waters, the undoubtable smell of myrrh and tobacco from his companion.

"Happy birthday, buddy." His voice was gentle. If Jungkook ever went above a couple of those decibels, Jimin assumed he was going to die. Even seeing Park's bloody hat on the table and Park's bloodstained boots, he didn't flinch to ask.

Perhaps it was his ecclesiastical nature that gave him the confidence that at one time or another, others would fill the silence with their confessions. But Jimin could see in the father's noble eyes the desperation for an explanation.

"Sure." That was all he said. The girl approached the table with the pie and the coffee.

"Goodnight, Father John." She smiled widely.

"Night, Billie. How's your dad?"

"He really liked your mass today. I did too, I really liked the reading." Jimin noticed how the corners of Billie's lips twitched, contorting herself to try to look prettier for Father John. So obvious and adorable, but of course, Jeon would give nothing more than a shrug and the most predictable questions.

The difference is that Jungkook could fuck the sheriff's daughter. What father didn't want his daughter to be in the sacred hands of Father John?

Father Jeon (or John due to the Americanization of Jungkook's family) was tall, wide like a log, and robust like an unhorned bull. Attractive in every sense, but bland, shy until it hurts.

"'M glad, tell him I will visit Missus Davis next week."

"Do you have a smoke? I'm dying in here."

They both looked at Jimin who was just smiling with his mouth smeared with whipped cream.

"You can't smoke here, sir."

Jimin winked at her, grabbing the white stick that Jungkook handed him as he also sat down to end the unbearable flirting.

"I know, pumpkin. It'll be a quick one, I promise."

The girl didn't say anything else, and she walked away. Disappointment in her walnut eyes.

"I'll marry her in two months." Said Jungkook.

Jimin frowned. Jungkook curled his fingers, pointing for his friend to come closer and light the tip of the tobacco.

"Marry her? You can barely tolerate the poor girl."

"I love her." The father stated as he nodded slowly while he drank his coffee. "She's a good girl, I think she likes me, too."

"Are ya sure?" Jimin joked.

"Where's that bad hoss you've been riding since last month?"

Jimin's blood warmed again, the drags on his cigarette even longer.

"Fuckin' punks ran over 'im and broke his ribs. Had to do it." He pointed to the gun under his hat. The bloody clothes reminded him how clumsy he sure looked trying to pamper a horse that was already three steps away.

FH-6077.

"I'll find them tomorrow."

"I'll help you."

"What are you gonna do?"

They both looked at each other, the watery, electric current between them. Ideas undulated and braided between their cruel smiles.

"Haven't changed a bit, church boy." Smoke weaved into Jimin's blonde hair, his devilish smile vaporizing memories of his teenage pranks.

Jungkook drank the last of his coffee, his face falling back into the same bitter sadness that every father held as if he carried the weight of all the souls and sins of Rivermouth on his back. The silence was long afterward, the black night extended to the mountains, to the sky, to Park's own reflection in the glass. The round face with pronounced lips and rude, detailed eyes, sweet when they feel like it. The spitting image of his mother.

"I have some hippies coming to the ranch tomorrow."

Jungkook nodded, the pressure in the handle increasing, the clack of the cup being clenched by his teeth in a sip. Jimin knew he shouldn't have mentioned the hippies, but it was that ecclesiastical power. He knew that Jungkook hated the smell of pot, the long hair, and the colorful t-shirts, which reminded him of his father, previous father John.

God knows what Jungkook had to witness, the carbonic stench that emanated from that charred skeleton. The tongue pressed between two pieces of blackish board that used to be teeth. The fetid fat that ripped and curdled in the organs. There was not a day in which the poor man did not think about that before going to sleep and found himself face to face with the featureless face of his father, with the incinerated bowls pointed at the eyes of his son. Sitting in the chair under the cross that has sat on that wall since Jungkook's birth.

And Jungkook cried. He would close his eyes and every night, he would grab the skull and make it crunch under his thick hands. The body did not defend itself, it let its boy vent as if he were a sacred entity and knew that at the same time, the next day and every other day, he would appear again in that chair, and Jungkook would never be able to exhaust his anger against him.

"I have to go." It was the only thing he said leaving a ten dollar bill in the table. Park understood. "Go fetch a new hat from my house tomorrow, it's about time you threw that shit in the river."

"Hey."

Jungkook turned around. Jimin stopped smiling.

"Take it home in the morning, I'll make you breakfast before the rodeo."

Jeon looked at the floor with uneasy eyes.

"We'll see."

As he left the diner, the fresh wind conquered the father's soul. Nostalgia washed away his stony face and for the first time in years, he wanted to be a child again. Disappear with Jimin and sleep in the old hayfields of the abandoned Hillside.

He put on his black hat and started walking down the dark street, both hands in his pockets.

Today the smell of boiling fat was stronger than ever, the ghost of his father floated in the swirls of Rivermouth dust and, with it, the remains of the children who were later taken from that same cabin.

The white lace curtains let in the yellowish light of the first rays. The unmade bed, the smell of pine in the sheets.

In one corner of the bed, Park was dressing for the day, the muscles in his shoulder had swollen with the hours and makeshift cloths covered the open, bloody sores. Every so often, he hissed and swore under his breath.

The coffee began to gurgle in the kitchen as he finished putting on his boots, it was barely 6:30, but he already had the eggs frying and the beans hot in the pot. It seemed strange to him that his companion was not already sitting next to the window, Bible open and the first cigarette of the morning in his hand.

He turned off the stove just in time and poured himself a cup. Today he felt more domestic than ever, he had spent the night fixing every detail in the ranch, from the dust on his late mother's china to the rifles displayed in the hallway. To be frank, he spent the entire night cleaning every corner, maybe detailing every object in every room so that at the end of the weekend nothing would be missing, or the crash made him remember how little he's done in 28 damn years.

A porcelain jewelry box his mother had placed in one of the rooms was covered in a thin layer of gray dust; it was his mother's favorite piece. He hadn't opened it since the last time he stole a couple of pearls to buy his first rifle, the red stained his face with shame, and the only thing he could do as an apology was turn the house over with his own handkerchief and clean even the windows. He was surprised that the smell of lye and soap hadn't killed him.

Hearing one of his sheep bleating, he opened the window and decided to lower his chivalry a bit and smoke his first cigarette before Jungkook arrived. In the distance, he could see one of his ewes, fat and terribly woolly, walking slowly towards the barn. She was pregnant and Jimin knew that there were maybe 24 hours left, her skin was bulging, and her bleating was painful and whiny, she couldn't take it anymore.

The curtain caressed Jimin's face with the wind that was beginning to warm up, he took a drag of the cigarette and turned his body towards the kitchen. He felt a strange itch in his chest, the kind that bothers him when he senses a spirit floating near him. The greenish branches and the smell of sausages were mixed up with the subtle gallop of a skinny horse and the unexpected smell of myrrh.

He walked to the front door and opened it to find Jeon's promised hat. He sighed as he saw that not only was it one of his black deathly-looking hats, but he had also planted him at breakfast, sure to go see the grandmother of his very unexpected but predictable fiancée.

Long story short, Jimin had to eat four cowboys' breakfast and the whole pot of coffee, and the hat he would wear to the rodeo today didn't match his outfit at all. Dozing was the only thing he could do after loosening the buckle on his belt and putting the hat on his face.

The leather furniture was sinking under his body, the soft song of the river in the distance, and the birds pecking at his roof took him back to his childhood. Sleeping wherever he wanted without any purpose. He dreamed of the gallops of his first horse: Champ, a Tennesee Walking that had belonged to his grandfather, black as coal, glistening in the sun of his student days and running like a devil in a hurry. He dreamed that he was in public showing the animal to auction it.

"How do you encourage a horse to move forward, Sage?" A woman in the audience shouted.

"I don't know, kick his ass or something." Heavenly laughter coaxed him out of his lethargy.

His body sat on the furniture before he knew it, sweat covering his back, veins marked on the left side of his face. He ran with the unconscious weight of his body to the window, pushing the curtain aside with his finger until he saw the circular corral where his star horse, Arrow, was located, with a stranger on his back.

His fingers reached for the rifle lying on the rocking chair.

The blonde girl staggered on top of the animal while her thin fingers held his hair tightly. The horse's sleepy eyes moved from side to side, snorting as he searched for direction.

"Come on, horsie!" The girl snapped her teeth and laughed as the horse curved to one side. "Are you seeing, Hunter? It's moving."

Hunter was smiling foolishly, lying on the grass, his thin, wavy hair fluttering around his ears like a delicate flower. The dark glasses covered his wounded deer's eyes.

"You're such a cowgirl, my love." His voice was sarcastic.

And with a shot into the air, silence muted nature. He silenced the current, the clucking of the chickens that fluttered in the distance. Hunter, Sage, and Blondie turned to the cowboy who walked slowly across the grass towards them. A whistle from the stranger caused Arrow to raise his front paws until Blondie fell with a screech to the hard ground.

"Kitty!"

"Woah, cowboy." Jimin's silky voice approached, placing the buttplate of his rifle on his shoulder, aiming directly between Hunter's eyebrows. "Move slowly, ya wouldn't want to scare an alarmed man any further, now would ya?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Blondie or Kitty or whatever her name was, rolled her red eyes.

"What the hell are you doing on my ranch?"

"Let's go, Hunter. I'm not going to talk to cornman." Sage was the tallest of them all, her shorts squeezed her thighs until they were overflowing, and her hair was long like a beach princess.

"Watch your fucking language around me, missy." Gritted Jimin removing the safety on the rifle.

"Sage, for once do you want to shut the fuck up."

Hunter raised his hands, sweat beginning to gather on his wrinkled forehead. His eyes shone as he heard the heels slowly approaching behind Jimin.

"Love." He exhaled.

"Is this part of southern charm, Mr. Park?" Coquettish, the dying accent of someone who once lived in these parts, daring, too much for her own good. But still, he lowered the gun, spitting on the ground.

When he turned around it was as if a pink burst of glitter and vanilla had slapped him from the stupor of sleep. The glasses were square and large, they covered almost her entire face, that was the first thing Jimin saw.

"Ma'am, are these your friends?"

"We are your visitors, cornman." Jimin ignored the Californian's irritating nasal whine as the sweet girl in front of him approached little by little with a smile. He felt the itch again, the one that senses a spirit floating nearby, this spirit was the nebulous memory of your face.

"Could you speak again, ma'am?"

"Sorry?" You laughed, and it was like birds were chirping in your throat. "You're Ari's son, right? I really liked the jams your grandmother used to make."

And oh, it couldn't be more obvious. It couldn't be more evident, not even because God had exploded your name in the sky. It was the stunning makeup and hair wax, it was the sequined heels and Patsy Cline songs reverberating from the old speakers. It was your name in the newspaper almost every week.

It was your sailor costume, the jam falling from your humiliated face, it was Jimin's hand caressing the bulge in his jeans that same night on top of the hay, imagining how you ate the strawberry jam that his mother made.

Now you called yourself Love, the name was as obvious as you were. Of course, your hippie name is Love.

"Miss Peaches '57." His voice was soft and trembling. Your eyes opened in surprise.

"Gods, I didn't even remember that title." You put your hand on your mouth, dressed as a Hollywood girl but your loving manners were indelible.

"Excuse me, where are my manners? Jimin Park." He raised his hand for you to place in yours, light and trusting. A chaste kiss to the back of your hand without stopping to see your eyes behind the orange glasses.

"You can call me Love."

"A sight to sore eyes, Love."

"Always." You responded. Jimin swallowed hard, trying to hide that nostalgic smile, 'pure in every way. With that same smile, he invited the four to go through their rooms, the tension subsiding fluidly with each laugh that came from your blessed lips.

It was as if you said one thing and the sun came a little closer, deorbiting out to your echoes, warming the room and Jimin's cheeks.

"Can you help me look for my suitcases?" You touched the shoulder of the cowboy who agreed and guided you to the front door. Like the good boy his mother raised, he opened the door for you, and outside stood a Packard Caribbean: long, yellow, and sleek as a sunflower.

"Nice ride."

"Thank you, it's from Hunter's dad. He gave it to him for his birthday. Isn't it a beauty?"

"Beautiful." His nose scrunched watching your stomach bulge down your cute little top, hard nipples contouring the pink fabric. You still were just good enough to eat.

Examining the car little by little, a detail began to emerge in his memory. Among them, glowing in the heat of that morning were the six digits from the night before: FH-6077.

When it came to religion Jimin didn't have many opinions.

As a kid his mother went to church every Sunday and took him. He saw the statues of Jesus suffering with indifferent eyes, he made his first communion only because they promised to give him a sip of wine with the host, he listened to the stories of death and plagues as if they were cartoons.

God was a very complicated being, the more he thought about him, the heavier his body became.

To his surprise, God was nothing more than a sham, a wall between you and him. The host, that time Jungkook's father offered him, tasted like nothing and the wine went down his young throat tasteless.

"Body of Christ." You said, the music playing crisply on the record player Hunter had brought. The guitars repeated the same riff over and over, he hated it.

Jimin stuck his tongue out where you placed a small square of magazine paper no bigger than a fingernail. Jimin’s eyelashes fluttered, his knees throbbing as he knelt in front of you, your thumb brushing against his lips before sealing them.

"Amen," he sighed.

The host that you offered to his mortal body was as tasteless as the first, but only Jimin knew the euphoria that, like a hurricane's wind, announced the sweet path that awaited the cowboy.

Jimin was not a man who smoked more than five cigarettes a day, seven if it was a bad day. But your siren song in his ear convinced him to drown his morals in your dark waters, your hands took both sides of his tanned face and you threw him without warning to your sanctuary, towards the steepest rocks, to your glorious eyes. And damn, Park could drink the water from your pupils and die of poisoning.

"I missed you so much, I didn't know it until the moment I saw you." His lips said before thinking about it, narrow pupils lying on the grass next to you. You just laughed, it was the only thing you did and he just admired it.

At one point around noon, Jimin took the steering wheel of the Packard. Hunter, Sage, and Kitty were talking about a record, making strange sounds and asking the opinion of Jimin who was driving down the dusty road, making the engine roar so that you would scream next to him.

"Slow down!" You asked. He went faster, he didn't care.

The purring of the car made Jimin's body pulse, his mouth was dry, his arm no longer hurt, and his lips prayed the license plate of the car, over and over again.

I'm going to find it, he told himself. And when I find him I'm going to make them suffer, as the tips of the horse's bones pierced its dark fur, neighing over his own stupid words trying to calm the wounded animal.

Faster, find it.

Like oil, the green branches of summer became watery and greasy in his vision, and the dust was stalactites that bathed the car in yellow.

"Good luck, cowboy." Kitty approached Jimin, somehow he had made it to the rodeo. The horns announced his name on all four corners and people shouted his last name like the idol he was.

Sage and Kitty kissed his cheeks before he climbed on top of Arrow, the weight of his body creating echoes every time he moved.

There was no one in that audience who saw Jimin on his horse who was not surprised by the agility with which the rope rose above his head and created fluid circles to catch the rough calf that writhed with the knot in its thick neck.

Jungkook saw from a distance how the cowboy's smile was so bright, how he rejoiced at the applause and the roses that were thrown at him. His movements were vehement, fiery, and impulsive like a devil without fear of death.

The hat Jungkook had given him had a small, withered pink carnation on it. He stood up as quickly as he could at the end of the show, but before he could talk to him he only saw Arrow galloping thunderously in the distance, one girl was wearing the gifted hat, she grabbed Jimin's waist and with the other, she gave whiskey to the cowboy. The copper thread falls to his chest and settles on his strap.

"The sight of him today was incredible, I had never seen 'im like that." Billie smiled behind Jungkook, her cheeks red, eyes covered with a fine lust that she probably didn't even recognize.

The firmament rose high above his eyes, there was no star that Jimin didn't feel the overwhelming sound of fire burning in his ears. His body was sweating on the grass, and the smell of nicotine was strong after smoking two cigarettes to settle his reverberating body. The high had passed and his body was a used towel.

He doesn't remember much of what happened, but the remnants of the hallucinogen's burn made him understand that he had the damn time of his life. A laugh left his lips, embarrassed by how easy it was to convince him to do that stupid thing. What Jungkook told him was true: you haven't changed at all, cowboy.

"How's my favorite rodeo king?" The angel landed above his head, you were wearing his hat and a flowered dress.

"Roughened up, I guess." Just like after a good fuck.

"Don't get hooked or you'll end up like Hunter." You combed your hair as you walked around him. "He can't last a day without it or else he starts hitting Kitty."

"Why don't you report it?" Jimin stood following your steps. After looking around him for a few seconds, he realized that he was in the rodeo arena, darkness bathed the stadium. The blue moon showed your silhouette walking over the horseshoe tracks.

"Because Kitty doesn't want to, they are going to get married in a few months. He promised to stop doing drugs when they did. It wouldn't be good for a kid."

There was a lightness in the promises the Californians made to others, they nodded seriously, but you could see the consequences in their evasive gaze.

Jimin nodded.

"Are you always so quiet?"

He nodded again, and they both laughed.

"'M better when I'm not ten feet deep in an LSD hangover, I can assure that."

"Yes, but..." Your silhouette approached his body, and you carried the energy of ten bulls on you. Your immortal look, you haven't changed anything. "I asked if you're always this quiet."

Jimin inhaled as he understood your question.

"When I'm in the stadium I'm more vocal." He again evaded the answer you were looking for so much. His chest beat boldly like the time he saw you covered in strawberries and sugar.

"You were a star this afternoon, your eyes were shining."

"Always."

You raised your eyebrow and scoffed. "Sure thing, sir."

Blood surged to Park's neck, his eyelids drooping, his pride tainting his flirtation. Enough of the games.

"Run." He murmured, saliva pooling in his throat.

You frowned with your typical smile.

"What?"

"I asked you to run." His body suddenly lunged and you became alarmed, raising your hands. "As fast and as far from this stadium as you can."

His pupils didn't move, his soft smile was confident. Your skin grew cold with each step, at first slow and suspicious, the darkness of the large arena was intimidating because it felt like you were not moving forward.

You heard how an object created hollow, sharp sounds in the air. It was his lasso.

"No." You muttered, running even faster.

And swoosh, you fell to the ground. The rope squeezed your neck, leaving your body in mid-air, your tongue came out and your eyes bulged from the sudden lack of air; the hat fell away from you. Your body was no longer yours, your stupid fingers tried to loosen the knot, but it was too late.

The boots approached, collecting the rope that was left over around his arm. The silhouette became part of your blurred vision.

"Stand up."

"I. Can't." Your lips emulated as you writhed like a worm in the dust.

"Lemme' help ya'." Jimin snatched the rope for you to stand up, your knees moved up to him where his fingers loosened the knot a little. "Breathe, little girl. We don't want an accident."

Saliva came out of your mouth in streams and fell to the floor. Jimin grabbed your chin and wiped it.

"Don't make a mess now."

"I'm sorry, sir." And now you sounded as helpless and stupid as Hunter did this morning. It was adorable.

You were afraid to look up, your eyes trained on the hat a few meters away from both of you.

"Tell me, pumpkin. How can two ugly sons of bitches like your parents have such a beautiful girl?" He laughed, dragging the rope to where his hat was, you walked behind him with careless steps. With a couple of blows, he blew the dust off his hat and looked at you again, searching for an answer you didn't even know how to articulate or if you should.

His hand wrapped the rope around his fingers until he had you as close as possible, the smell of tobacco hammered your temples, and your eyelids wrinkled to try to wake up.

Great was the surprise when you felt a pair of dry lips resting on yours, his tongue daringly passed over your lips so that you would open, his moans softening your fear.

His saliva was bitter and lovely, his tongue running flat across the outside of your mouth until it reached your chin and the tip of your nose.

"Let's see, open your mouth, sugar. Don't be shy."

You obeyed as the knot tightened around your neck, moaning as his lips sucked on the tip of your tongue and bit your bottom lip.

"God have mercy." He sighed, squeezing your chin with his hand. "How can you taste so damn sweet."

You moaned as you felt his teeth nibble gently at your neck, his fingers piling the fabric of your dress around his fingers.

“Mm,” you squealed, walking away even when it didn’t suit you. "Can't."

"It's a good thing I didn't ask." Jimin brought you closer, caressing your neck again.

"I'm on my days." Shame sealing your thoughts, in your eyes the hope that just the thought of seeing the blood would disgust him.

Jimin raised his eyebrows and slowly kissed you again, this time with the softness of an apology.

"A cowboy doesn't mind a little dirt." He murmured, touching the soaked towel that covered your underwear, two fingers pushed aside and the burning of your pussy collided with his cold fingers drawing a moan from your hurt throat.

"A good cowboy loves to get dirty." He smiled, removing the two soaked fingers from the red viscosity to put it in his mouth with a frown on his eyebrows. "Mm." He grunted, swallowing slowly.

You were speechless, stupefied. Who was this demon?

"Have you ever ridden a bull before?" His blood-tainted lips said, the idea shocking your senses.

You denied it, and God knows that was the stupidest answer you could give.

The animal began to make a mechanical noise beneath both of them, the leather surface pressed your thighs against the mechanical bull that began to move slowly.

Jimin's bestial eyes did not take off from you, the last of the bottle of whiskey went down his throat in long gulps and pushed the glass into the distance causing a roar.

Your legs were above his defined thighs, the bleeding wound between your legs dirtying his jeans but the cowboy didn't seem to mind. The dress already forgotten outside the stadium playing area.

"We'll go slowly because it's your first time on top." His consideration was so minimal, considering the situation. But you were a woman whose details annihilated your logic.

To the front and sides and then a gentle turn, this is how the animal began. Jimin moved his center with the animal, the bulge in his pants rubbing against your pussy.

One of his hands approached the dripping hole and with four fingers collected the blood until it painted his hand.

“Ah,” he requested, sticking his tongue out and you followed suit. His fingers got smeared on his tongue and cheeks until they reached his neck. With his tongue he passed over his lips, like wine he drank you, like sweet he possessed you and rejoiced.

His tongue entered your space again, the strange and bitter taste of your own blood while with his fingers he removed the zipper of his jeans until he showed that he was not wearing underwear underneath him, his tall and throbbing cock moved under his fist.

"Climb on, doll. You're wet enough for me." He laughed taking your body to sit on top of him. You hugged him as tight as you could as the mechanical animal began to move faster.

"We're going to fall." You whimpered. "Hurts".

"Shh, shh. Let me medicate you, it'll stop hurtin' when I dick you properly." One spank and his fingers squeezed the skin of your ass tightly. "You just have to move with me."

To the front, to the sides, two turns. You just had to keep your legs elevated a little, Jimin's cock sliding smoothly in and out with each movement.

"Now you're getting it. Fuck." Jimin hissed, squeezing your waist with his forearm. "You're quite the cowgirl, Love."

You moaned, pressing your forehead to his. His eyes absorbed every curve, from your breasts to your red-painted thighs. You were an angel, a myth that devours men. Your songs of pleasure echoing on the aluzinc walls.

The animal began to attack, abrupt and deeper.

"Does it hurt?" You asked between moans, watching the fabrics covering Jimin's arm begin to dye again. Jimin denied, cuntdrunk.

You removed the knot of cloth from the wound on Jimin's arm, running your thin fingers over the bleeding muscle. Park hissed, and the walls of your pussy tightened.

More, you wanted more.

Your lips sucked on the sores until you felt the metallic taste in your throat, Jimin pressed your body against yours. One turn, two forwards, three up. Your poor body trembled with the desire for the game to end but your pussy still wanted your walls to expand until Jimin's cock was molded inside you forever.

"If I knew you were such a slut." Park grabbed your hair to pull you away from his arm.

"If I knew cowboys fucked so well." The bloody smile of both of you was devilishly erotic.

The bull stopped suddenly, you looked at the man standing on the other side of you, rifle in hand, hot tears burning his cheeks.

"Jungkook? Jeon!" It was the last thing you heard before you fell face first onto the inflated floor, blood flowing warm and your eyelids falling softly.

#—📃: an ewe and the captive bolt #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfic #jimin imagine #jimin smut #bts smut #jimin x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #bts x you #bts x reader #jimin x oc #jimin bts #jimin fanfic #jimin dark fic #bts dark fanfic #jimin

164 notes · View notes

uyuforu · 5 months

Text

Jungkook's Groom Asteroid in Natal Chart

Groom (5129) is an asteroid discovered in 1989 that represents the masculine part of a marriage, literally the groom. If you are a man, it's good to look at it in order to see how you will be as a husband. If you are a woman and are interested in men, it's good to look at it to see more about who is your FH. Groom in the Natal Chart of JK will represent how he will be as a husband. To see more detail, we shall see later his Groom Persona Chart.

Capricorn Groom

-> As a husband, Jungkook will feel more mature, more of a man. He will feel more confident and more willing to work hard for family matters. He will feel more masculine, more of a father type, so more dominant in a sense. He will feel responsible to take care of his family. So he will be more serious and more hard working. So yes I see him being also more dominant in his relationship when it comes to bring money or to provide stability. He takes his "job" of husband/ father veryyyy seriously. It means also a very serious husband in his relationship, not the type to cheat, he sees it as a true contract and will not break it easily. He will be a true gentleman, a romantic guy. But it can also be that he will sometimes be a bit too busy for his wife because he is very focused on bringing money. Sometimes too serious. He could also say to his wife she doesn't have to work, he can provide it all. I'm not saying that's what will happen, or he will force her to do so. Not at all. I'm just saying he will wanna take care of her like she is a true princess, and make her life easier. He is a provider. But Capricorn placements hate lazy people, so I guess he would still like her to have projects or even a job. Having groom in Capricorn can also mean to be older than your spouse, another indication that his FS is younger. His Groom also conjunct his ASC, meaning being married is an important step for JK, it's part of his identity, he will def get married later.

Groom in 1H

-> Even while being married, JK will still be popular, or he will be popular to his FS's relatives. Like "wow you are so lucky to have a husband like him" type. They will find him cool. He will def be husband material. He will LOVE to be a husband, and he will literally never miss an occasion to present himself as "the husband of (FS's name)". He was looking for his one, and now he will not let her go. Being a husband will transform him, he will feel more confident in life. If you wonder why it will transform him, ever since he will get married, he will not just be JK, he will literally be a husband, it will become his identity, so I tell you this boy will literally take it very seriously.

Groom 21° (sagittarius)

-> So, some people say that Capricorn placements are boring, and I didn't write it for two reasons: that's not necessarily true. AND the degree makes me feel like yeah not it's not the case at all lol! This degree is a sagittarius degree. Making JK here still fun, spontaneous husband. He will love to travel with his wife, to talk about many things, to have spontaneous dates, and also to learn new things together. He craves for changing routines. It makes his Capricorn placement "less boring" and more a fun husband, less cold and serious. That means he is very committed and serious in his relationship, but still willing to make the relationship fun.

Thank you for reading!

back to index ; ask ; requests ; rules

#jk #bts #jungkook #kpop #jungkook astrology #bts astrology #astrology #jk astrology #kpop astrology

103 notes · View notes

kooktrash · 1 year

Note

hey now that the requests are open i would like to ask you for a part 2 of fighting heart ???!!!!! Maybe her family dealing with the relationship, lots of jk being whipped for y/n of course, him being happy for once???? (hes been through a lot). I was thinking maybe a scene with y/n being jealous since he is a boxer and theres a lot of girls into him (??) and some smut plss. (never made a request before so i hope this is okay)

idk if you wanted fluff but it’s what fighting heart!jk deserves 😤

fighting heart | jeon jungkook

REQUESTS OPEN

warnings: 1.4K words. fluff. just fluff.

also no smut, but I do have other FH!JK requests with smut so don’t you worry

Jungkook had never worn such an expensive suit in his life. It was more than three times his rent and just being in it made him feel like he was betraying his family. The money used for the suit should’ve gone toward paying off their debt, but it didn’t. He was actually happy it didn’t, he can’t remember the last time anything was done for him. It definitely wasn’t before you came into his life.

You’re the one who got him this suit anyway, it was a present for his first mini press conference. At first he rejected it, he’s still waiting for the day he can do things for you instead of the other way around but soon he’ll get there. He’s already gotten so many calls for agencies but he’s sticking to his roots. He’s keeping Jin around, and his usual team of rough housers. He’s even brought Hoseok along in his journey as his trainer and he couldn’t be happier and nervous at the same time.

He was on stage, a few reporters in front of him and camera flashes highlighting the bruise on his eye. He’s still getting some good hits but his defense has definitely improved since he started training correctly. He squinted with the brightness of the light but he tried to speak through a shaky voice, “You know, I’m grateful for everyone here tonight and honestly, I wouldn’t even be up here if it wasn’t for my beautiful girlfriend, Y/n L/n.”

An eruption of cheers echoed through the walls of the banquet hall as Jungkook then pointed his hand to the person next to you, “And of course, Mr. L/n for providing me with this opportunity to grow as a fighter—“ more cheers “—and for creating the person I love.” Some laughter at that.

Everyone was loud in the way they cheered but it wasn’t a surprise. The press conference was being held at one of the many L/n hotels. This is technically the first time Jungkook has met your father and he’s praying that his win tonight was enough to impress the man to approve of your relationship. By the time the questions came to an end, he was immediately bombarded by spectators who watched the fight.

You stood back letting him get some limelight as your father was next to you and Jin on the other side. You looked up at him nervously, he’s let you organize this event but he’s yet to tell you how he really feels about your boyfriend. He took a stride toward Jungkook who was surrounded by new fans waiting for his autograph—something he never experienced before—but with his growing presence in the media and industry, he’s becoming popular quick.

Jungkook looked up nervously, “Sir—“

“You did good tonight Jungkook,” your father said sternly, “You’ve brought in a lot of press for the hotel and I’ve gotten offers to sponsor more fighters. You also seem to be treating my only daughter well… You aren’t the type I expected Y/n to want to be with.”

Jungkook’s heart was racing listening to the man continue. “But, I can see that you value her and appreciate everything she’s helped you with.”

“Dad…” “I do sir,” Jungkook admitted before you could tell your dad to cut things short, “I love Y/n with my everything.” You smiled shyly as he said that. Your dad seemed pleased, “I’m looking forward to sponsoring you in the future, Jungkook, and you’re welcome to join us on our trip to New York next month, we’ll schedule a visit to Madison Square Garden.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped at the prospect, eyes shifting to yours as you gave him a proud smile. Your dad turned toward Jin, “Come on, let’s work to write up a contract for upcoming fights.” Jin nodded, giving a thumbs up to Jungkook and following after him. Jin was going to be his main manager and with his law degree help, he’ll be able to find him all the right resources he needs.

You went to join Jungkook, finally, when you were cut off by a group of girls who flocked around him like pigeons. They were in his face telling him how good he was, how hot he was, if he could sign an autograph. Jungkook looked overwhelmed, struggling to speak and you just watched.

“Wow, you’re so fit, you handled your opponent so well.”

“If you need someone to take care of all your wounds, I’ll give you my number, feel free to call me at any time.”

“Do you sign autographs? Can I get your signature?”

It was unbelievable, truly. These women must have completely tuned out the part where Jungkook mentioned you in the conference, or even now that he had talked to your father. They turned a blind eye to you, throwing themselves at Jungkook and you weren’t having it.

Without thinking, you pushed through the crowd of at least six women and joined him. Immediately he wrapped an arm around your waist noticing the cute furrow in your brows and pout on your lips. He visibly frowned, eyes softening and that little sparkle appearing in his irises, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m going to have to share you now with all your new fans,” you said in a whiny voice that only someone spoiled would use. He looked at the girls around him who had stepped back but were still clearly hovering. He pulled you into his chest, “Awe baby, I’m only ever going to be yours, fans or no fans.” He whispered as he tilted your chin up to plant an extremely soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled, eyes closing for a second as he did it again, and then another one. He kissed your cheek making you smile, then your other cheek. He pressed a kiss to your nose, and forehead, speeding up his pace as he bombarded your face and neck with little pecks of a kiss. You couldn’t help but laugh, fighting him off but he only hugged you tighter, “Jungkook,” you whined when you heard the clicking of cameras again, all aimed toward the two of you.

He smiled, finally stopping but holding you close. You just smiled, “My dad likes you, and now I’m so excited for you to stay at my apartment in New York!”

“Yours?” He asked, making you nod, he looked back to where your father had just walked off to me, “Does he really like me? I wanted to impress him so badly but I was so nervous up there. You know I’ve never been in a situation like that.”

“Yes, he liked you, silly,” you said, fixing his suit, “Plus you looked so handsome up there nobody even noticed you were nervous.” He smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth and shyness as he dug his face into your hair. A huge, scary, fighter like Jungkook, shy when you compliment him.

“Oh and I’d like to say, welcome,” his brows furrowed in confusion as you smirked, “To the Nepo life. My dad’s going to work all his connections to get your career up there.”

“Baby, I don’t want you or him to feel like I’m usi—“ “I know! But you’re a good fighter, all you need is the good connections, everything else you’re doing on your own. You’re the one stepping into the ring, you’re the one at the press conferences, you’re the one in the media. Everything is you, since the beginning. Since Jin saw the potential in you, not of what he could make you.”

Jungkook listened to your words of affirmation, always feeling like enough whenever you talked to him. He smiled softly as you leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek. It was wet, traveling toward his ear as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You nipped at his earlobe, “And you’re free to use me… however you want, especially if my clothes are off.”

He visibly shuddered, looking around nervously to see if anyone can see what you’re doing to him. The only person he saw staring was Hoseok, who flashed him a thumbs up and some facial expressions that told Jungkook the guy knew what was happening between you too.

He took your hand, “Let’s go, I want my real prize for winning tonight.”

“Your real prize?” You asked, following after him, little kitten heels clacking with each step on the marble floor. He nodded, giddy as he said, “You.”

taglist: @nikkiordonez12 2 @blushblossomsblog @fandems @whosaero o @purpleunicorn051 @rerefundslocals s @shaybts-blog @hobiseightbracelet t @beautifulsunghoon @piscesbunnny @bitemejjk: @asking4-sanity @guvgguk @jiminshi20 @thvhoe @notmyfaultbutours @kimyishin @libra04 @cherrysainttt @potatocheesebites s @zaedynnn @thvlover @thvlover7 idk @kooromiwrld @saweetspoiled @sugaluvmyg @cherrymonlightt

#jeon jungkook #jungkook request #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook au #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #bts #kooktrash requests

290 notes · View notes

jingu-u · 1 year

Text

main, side, spoti, 🥑🐹📂, insta, soundcloud, fhstwt

LOVE LOVE LOVE !! : otoño, frunas, obleas, vainilla, lq pics & loops accs, música, cantar, hacer playlists, 00's/10's c.n + disney cartoons, series & movies, monster high, vocaloid, bee & puppycat, fhs, bt21, bangtan, gatos, chigüiros (capybaras), rilakkuma y kaoru, detective conan, your lie in april, glee, snk, she-ra (2018) | ok: body neutrality

HATE HATE HATE !! : calor, capacitismo, misoginia, clasismo no irónico, body shaming & "positivity", racismo, PERSONAS SIN CRITERIO PROPIO, hipocresía, fatfobia, xenofobia, lgbtqia+fobia (+bifobia, panfobia, transfobia, acefobia, arofobia), akgaes, saessangs, company stans, ONLYS CASTROSAS, locals

T W // : bizarre sounds/pictures, flashing lights, SCREAMERS!!!!

_______________________________________________

LOVE ZONE (๑ﾉ •͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)ﾉ NOW PLAYING : U ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ᴗ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

☆ they would never do wrong aka my best k-girly girls + boys: seokjin, yoongi, jungkook, hobi, soohyun, taemin, kibum, jonghyun, dahyun, momo, mina, jihyo, jeongyeon, jieun, sunoo, heesung, soraru, mafumafu, taehyun, soobin, hueningkai, chaewon, eunchae, kazuha, soyeon, yuqi

☆ comfort characters + pixelitos 2d que me caen re pana o están MUY bien escritos:

eric 😭😭😭, cory, topanga, shawn, mr. phoene (bmw) • blaine, kurt, brittany, santana, mercedes (glee) • rj, chimmy (bt21) • mouri ran, kuroba kaito (detective conan) • miyazono kaori, kōsei arima (your lie in april) • toast, puppycat, bee, cardamon (bee & puppycat) • BONNIE 😭😭😭😭😭, lily, mai, joy, springtrap, maggie, puppet, bon, toddy, meg, frededdy, cami (fhs) • julekka, rose (mlb) • escorpia, entrapta, bow, adora, catra (she-ra 2018) • bonnibel, marceline, jake, finn, phoebe, simon (hda) • rigby, eileen, pops (regular show) • pearl, peridot, rose quartz, amethyst, lars, jasper (s.u) • wendy, stanley pines, soos, bill cipher (g.f)

☆ pixiamistades por las que me dejaría poner una bala en el craneo irl (así como lo haría por bangtan/alguno de mis otros favs y/o demás aficiones preciadas para mí) :

♡ angelitas gc (putas se que uds no leen una poronga de estas weas xq COMO YO son unas pajeras pero,,, in case alguna lea, nada ya le saben las adoro son mis pajeras favoritas nunca me falten las amo)

♡ cony (maybe tampoco leas bec esta pseudo-carrd es un puterio MUY pesado de cargar o leer por tanta wea que le puse pero you know damn well qué pienso de ti, nada tqm demasiado flaca jamás me faltes)

♡ eze (pana 😭😭😭😭 literalmente nos conocemos hace nada pero siento y conectamos re bien porque ambos somos igual de delulos por los cabezones y afsjsk nada tqm mucho, te cargas UN TALENTAZO pa los trazos, DIOS ENSERIO TE BESO EL CRÁNEO PORQUE ERES UN PUTO GENIO CON LAS IDEAS QUE TE MANDAS y eres una persona muy vacana 🫶 , eso <'33, fr te agarré mucho cariño y confianza rápidamente y espero nos podamos seguir conociendo más 🥹💗)

♡ mamberitos gc (no words, just decirles que 1. ESTÁN BASADISIMOS LOS TQM MUCHO y 2. NO están feos, SÍ combinan 🫰)

♡ sophie (TE AMO GRACIAS POR TENER TANTAS AFICIONES WEABOOS EN COMÚN CONMIGO 😭😭😭 ERES UN SOL ENSERIO TE QUIERO BANDA TE ADORO

- pausa para autoconciencia momento (será que alguna si leerá esto TT? adsgbghkgj meh idc igual lo hago porque soy maricona y TENGO la necesidad patológica de expresarlo públicamente) so,,, sigo -

♡ mile (oh girl YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A IDEA de lo que yo era como armada antes de conocerte,,, gracias por ayudarme a encontrar el camino de la inner peace para no ser purpurina básica status quo con you know what and whose fr ty veri mucho btw enserio me caes re pana y te re quiero muak)

♡ layla (PANA COMO ES POSIBLE QUE VIVAMOS EN EL MISMO PLATANAL Y NO NOS HAYAMOS ENCONTRADO NI UNA SOLA VEZ tatkdulekts SOY MOCOS I HATE HERE 😭😭😭😭 ... ya serios ay pana nada en la re buena contigo también te re quiero mucho eres una chimba de persona y sabes que pa las que seas cuentas conmigo)

y bno,,, pa cerrar la agenda maricona de una manera NO tan emo, les dejo esta canción que es EL tema más real de amistad que si nunca se los dedicaron (xq como yo no tuvieron amistades muy chimbas backthen) se los dedico yo ahora kkk denle *tap* al corazoncito de abajo para que les abra la canción, m retiro mucha omosesualidad por un día bye

pd: si no reconocen la canción we no longer frens anymore *angry 👉👈*

💗 ~

_______________________________________________

BYF !! • pa la gente del nicho (army/kpoptwt) que vea esto:

NO SOY ONLY PERO ✨ PRIORIZO A BTS ✨ , les chillo de manera INSANA al jinkook (tanto individualmente y/o en conjunto (ya que los 2 son mi comfort dúo y los amo a ambos por igual como no tienen idea se los juro)), hablo MUCHO de mis hiperfijaciones varias y vida en general, a veces hago music rants, escucho ggs y k-solistas femeninas + algun@s artistas western y derivad@s, tuiteo en spanglish involuntariamente, stream, votaciones, etc, silencioso (a veces subo capturas tho), uso modismos de mi país (al igual que otros de latam más generales) y (la gran mayoría del tiempo) tone indicators, suelo usar caritas y emojis irónica y no irónicamente, me la paso más en la side/complain acc, me pongo candado en casi todas mis cuentas cuando NO ando activa como para interactuar o responder dms !! (so ya le saben, NO me falta responsabilidad afectiva o me hago la rogada, SIMPLEMENTE soy una pelotuda con tdah que no sabe manejar sus horarios y de paso la caga mucho irl inconscientemente kkk so PLZ be gentle w me or either 😭🔪)

DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

-15/+20's, CHRONICALLY ONLINE, basic dfi criteria, edgy a*f (no eres diferente DAS VERGÜENZA date cuenta), anti de mis stan list o temas de interés, llevas demasiado lejos la "kpop over morals" agenda, only castrosa con complejo de comunista , te quejas del racismo pero de igual forma cuando tienes chance por estupideces sin sentido eres racista, te cagas en gente fácil de tirar hate, rebajas mujeres para quedar bien o hacer quedar bien a alguien más, te relacionas con solos intensas (tirando a akgaes) ó que de plano SON akgaes/antis de los demás miembros de bts)), validas fansites saessangs apesar de la mierda que hacen solo por el contenido que proveen, no puedes pasar jodas a largo plazo i N O F E N S I V A S (pls get a life) !!!, te tomas twt MUY enserio, crees amar al jinkook y a yoongi más que yo?¿!!! /j

_______________________________________________

BYF !! • pa quienes son tan delusionales por los cabezones como yo:

- soy fan de fnafhs NO de eddoo !! aunque igual como artista y por su espíritu de creatividad le sigo guardando una fibra de respeto so no sé,,, tomenlo cómo quieran

- doy fb (fb = follow back) selectivo (incluso si en mi perfíl aparece que sigo a más gente de la que me sigue LMAO (aunque bno igual esto es principalmente porque sigo muchan fanaccs y bots de todos mis intereses conjuntamente kkk))

- sigo la serie desde 2017 pero recién este año (2023) me integré al subtwt de la serie /kkcrying

- VEO AL FREDEDDY COMO HERMANOS !! (raja de acá si también los ves como hermanos y los shippeas de manera incestuosa 🔪🔪🔪🔪 si shippeas frededdy sin verlos como hermanos sino como 2 individuos que comparten un cuerpo no me molesta (tanto) tho)

- mis otps son bxb <'33 (SÍ SOY BÁSICA Y QUÉ STFU TENGO TRAUMAS SIN RESOLVER Y JAMÁS QUEDARÉ CONTENTA HASTA QUE EL CANON NO MUESTRE BIEN EL POV DEL MECHIMORADO Y LES DEN UN BUEN FINAL A MIS PAPÁS afsksgldfejiffn *stares madly at queerbaitchan*), megloy & maiggie !! pero igual me gustan el resto de dinámicas y ships (non problemáticos) de fhs 🤍 ~

- CREO FIRMEMENTE QUE TODOS LOS PERSONAJES TIENEN SUBTEXTO QUEER (tanto implicito como explícito) y EN LA SUPREMACÍA DE PUPPET TRANSMASC & JOY TRANSFEM !!

- me desaparezco indefinidamente de redes cuando ando a mil con estudios/trabajo e irl stuff, PERO !!! si necesitas hablar al priv (y tenemos el grado de confianza para hacerlo y lo hemos hecho antes) no dudes en hacerlo <3 mi dm siempre estará abierto para tí 🫶

- AMO DE SOBREMANERA ESTUPIDA Y RIDICULAMENTE GRANDE A BONNIE (YALL DON'T EVEN KNOW GUYS 😭🔫🔫🔫), por ende mi brainriot fnafhsero el 75% de las veces gira en torno a él.

(no encontré ni UN solo gif de bonnie (el cabezón mechimorao) by his own (estoy llorando) so nada tocó con la chocopandilla ✌️ (igual y los toys siguen siendo mis ults pero bno it's ok at least con ellos mi scrunkly tiene amigibis así que still 👍))

DFi / DNi !! • NO me sigas ni/o interactues sí :

× crees amar a bonnie más que yo ?¿!/(#+_®°{¥π×√×€ /hj

× eres menor de 13 años o mayor de 23 (no subo nada nsfw solo no quiero ser guardería ni personal de un geriátrico /j | si somos moots está bien tho)

× eres provida

× no sabes respetar pronombres que vayan más allá de los cis-normativos !!

× NO SABES COMO INTERACTUAR CON MENORES DE MANERA NORMAL!!! (si eres así ojalá y te pongan orden de restricción para que no te acerques a ningunx nuevamente)

× usas: "feminista" o te refieres al feminismo de manera peyorativa junto a otros términos que escuchaste hablar de moda sin saber bien que eran y nunca te informaste sobre ello pero igual los sigues usando para hacerte interesante

× eres radfem e invalidas mujeres u hombres trans (si eres terf sigue a Jk Rowling no a mí, incluso si simpatizo con el feminismo y varias de sus ramas no tolero/soporto/apoyo/etc esto)

× apoyas creadores de contenido (youtubers, artistas, voice actors, etc) abiertamente problemáticos :]

× eres proshipper (shippeas cosas problemáticas: incesto, abusador y víctima, pedofilia, etc)

× peleas por ships (NO problemáticos)

× irrespetas gustos ajenos esperando que no te digan nada por ello

× se te suben los humos por tener algo de microfama siendo un pixel más del subtwt :D

_______________________________________________

• NOTE » para dejar de seguir da sb (sb = soft block) que no eres un biti o alguna de mis k-girly girls pa yo ser fan :]

_______________________________________________

STAN LIST ~ ♪

- ults: #방탄소년단 : BTS (OT7)

- stan : #샤이니: 5HINee (OT5)

#아도라 : ADORA (SOLOIST)

- support :

iu, twice, txt, newjeans, le sserafim, shuya . soffee . izykite . jiae . som hevin . byeoleun . belle . (SK)

the driver era, sabrina carpenter (USA)

after the rain (JPN)

- regulars :

seori . suran . heize . stella jang . saay . (g)i-dle . youha . jo yuri . kwon eunbi . taeyeon . bibi . fromis_9 . loona . stayc . billie . mamamoo (+soloists) . red velvet . enhypen . kenshi yonezu . eve . back number . aurora .

_______________________________________________

thanks for reading 💬

bye ~

8 notes · View notes

bonny-kookoo · 3 years

Text

Fictional Happiness: 14

Jungkook had found his mate on accident- and unknowingly, also the one piece that had still been missing from his pack.

Tags/warnings: werewolf! AU if it wasn't obvious already lol, angst, romantic kook, kinda selfish kook though, shy!reader, anxiety, medication mention, therapy mention, mentions of past child neglect and emotional abuse, panic attacks, idol!bts, insecurities, bad habits, kind of tsundere! Jk, Impatient kook, alpha!kook, omega!Reader, omega!jimin, Alpha!Jin, Alpha!Namjoon, Alpha!Taehyung, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, swearing, smut in future chapters

Additional Chapter Warnings/Tags: BTS makes a trip with her, again- heat talk, reader opens up about some stuff about her past, protective hobi, medication mention, therapy mention, some steamy scenes between reader and JK oops my hand slipped

Previous | Next

You're hesitant at first.

You've never taken off so much time from work, but your boss had been pretty understanding after you'd explained to her that you were trying to connect with a potential pack. After trying to tall yourself out of it, you ended up with your bag in your hand and a smaller one in your hand, walking around the underground parking lots of the band's company's building to meet up with them.

Jimin is the first to meet you, instantly rushing towards you to hug you, before he leads you to where everyone else is packing up. You spot Jungkook near one of the cars, lifting a heavy looking suitcase into the trunk, his concentrated face and probably purely innocent display of strength forcing your attention- your gaze only broken by Jimin pinching your arm playfully, smirking your way. You lower your head at that, simply bowing politely as a greeting to the other members, who seem to be way more at ease with your presence than you'd thought.

"You seem a bit lost." Hoseok says, before pointing towards one of the cars. "You can sit inside already, we'll just pack the rest, we'll be done soon." He says, and you don't seem convinced.

"I should probably help-" you start, but jimin cuts you off, hugging you from behind as he chuckles.

"Nah, let that muscle pig over there handle it." He says. "Not to mention he'll probably enjoy showing off." He comments, wiggling his eyebrows as you become a bit shy.

But he's right- becahse jungkook carefully glances over to you, before making it obvious how he shows off by lifting Namjoons suitcase inside the trunk with ease, visibly proud of himself for pulling that off. You smile amused, before walking to sit down in one of the cars.

It takes a few minutes, but after a moment or two, the driver's side opens, as Jungkook sits down there, looking around before spotting you in the backseat. "Not in the front?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Its okay." You say, and he nods, before the passenger seat opens, Namjoon sitting down before closing the door, looking around to spot you sitting behind Jungkook.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you went." He says, smiling. You nod, smiling back before the car starts moving.

At first, you don't notice your eyes growing heavy, but soon enough, you start to become quite sleepy. It's rare for you to sleep in a car, only ever connecting bad memories to any car ride when you were younger.

There's a jacket placed over hour body, Namjoon gently moving it around to sit over your shoulders, as jungkook checks in on you through the car's mirror. You feel oddly safe, Jungkooks driving steady and calm, while the scents of both Namjoon and him are giving you huge amounts of comfort.

You don't even remember falling asleep.

"Sweetheart?" You hear, as well as some talking from the other members. When you open your eyes there's Jin gently waking you up, soft look on his face as he undoes your seatbelt. "Had a nice nap?" He chuckles, and you nod, stretching your limbs as best as you can inside the car before stepping out. It's dark, so it must've been a longer drive, you assume. "Jungkook already brought your luggage into the cabin, we thought since you'll have to share you'd be most comfortable with him." He says, and you nod in gratitude. Jungkook might feel insecure about potentially sharing you as he says, but he's actually painfully unaware how dependend you'll stay on him, even if you did join the pack in the future.

You walk into the room where Jungkook is unpacking some of his toiletries, before he looks up. "Oh, I didn't want to wake you yet?" He says, and you shake your head.

"Its fine." You say, shyly sitting down on the lower bunk bed next to his stuff. "I've never slept during a car ride before." You comment, and Jungkook smiles.

"I guess I'm just that good of a driver." He says, not expecting an answer, as he moves his stuff away, sitting down next to you.

"You are." You say, not looking at him as you play with your fingers. "You uhm.. make me feel very safe. Yeah.." you drift off, and Jungkook can't help but feel his heart swell at that small sentence. He's been feeling rather unsure about things these days, having felt a little as if he's way less significant and important to you ever since finding out you were a pack wolf.

"Thats uhm.. nice to hear." He says, a little awkwardly.

You just hum, unsure what to say really. It's his hand, or more his pinky finger hesitantly initiating contact with your thigh, his way to ask for permission you assume, as you can see him look down at your lap, seemingly concerned about doing something that would make you uncomfortable.

So you do something impulsive.

You scoot closer to him, until the side of your leg touches his, and you can feel his gaze on you even way before you look up to check. You're painfully close, way closer than you thought you might be, and you can basically feel his breath on your lips. "Move away if, you know, you.. don't want me to kiss you.." he says, whispers almost.

And you don't move away- if anything, you move even closer. And by the first soft touch of your lips against his, he's a goner, hand instantly reaching up to bring you towards him as he places an actual kiss against your lips. He parts for a second, seemingly to check in on you, to see if you're really okay with what's happening. As soon as he spots the way you're looking at him, he smiles, diving right back in.

Jungkook notices straight away that someone's watching, instinctively pulling your legs to have you seated on his lap, parting from your lips to spot a mischievous looking Jimin sneaking a glance around the corner of the door, where he leans against. He watches as you lean into Jungkooks neck, following Taehyungs example as you begin to scent him. The maknae can't help but close his eyes at the sensation of your lips against his neck, becoming uncaring of Jimin as the older omega is taken away by Yoongi, who makes sure to close the door as if to give you some privacy.

You settle against him after a moment once you're satisfied with your mark on him. He holds you close, scooting upwards a lot more to lean his back against the wall as he's happy to be on the lower bed. It feels shielded, safe, makes him feel as if he's keeping you protected. "I'm sorry, by the way." He mumbles, as you hum out a questioning sound. "For.. everything that went down. I.. guess I still need to learn a lot when it comes to this stuff." He says. "I hope.. you know.. you'll be patient with me." He mumbles.

"What do you uhm.. think about the whole pack stuff..?" You say, as his hand caresses your back softly.

"I don't know.." he answers honestly. "I'm kind of, confused I guess?" He says.

"How so?" You ask, bathing in the calm and comfortable atmosphere.

"I should feel jealous when seeing you with the guys, right?" He says. "I should feel weird, but I'm not. I don't know why, but everytime I see you with Jin-hyung, or Yoongi-hyung, or even Jimin-" he rambles.

"I've been.. worried." You say. "That, you know, you would be mad at me for getting close to them." You confess and he's instantly holding you a bit tighter.

"So thats why you've been so shy with them?" He asks and you nod. "Oh baby, you're totally fine to get closer to them." He says. "I'd actually.. be really happy if you did." He says.

"You would?"You ask, looking up at him as he smiles, hugging you tight before falling to his side with you in his arms, laying down comfortably.

"Of course." Be mumbles against your skin. "They're my family, and you're my family too now." He says, making you smile as you crawl closer to his warmth.

Only sleepily noticing when he helps you brush your teeth and prepare for bed later, before going to bed with you close.

Your dreams filled with the pack, and a sunset that covers everyone in gold.

413 notes · View notes