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hritika13-tamboli · 27 days

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Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs List 2...

Series :

Day by day @hansolmates

Summary : a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together

Aim for the heart @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Bedeviled @writemywaytoyourheart

Summary : Money. Fame. Power. Love. Health. Courage. Strength. Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there's nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it. Convincing yourself to go to the Underworld? Easy... Walking through to get something that you've waited many years for, accompanied by a demon that will stop at nothing to make sure your soul belongs to him? Maybe not so much. Making deals with the devil is a tricky business; one you might not have realized could end in something much more painful than death itself if you make a single mistake.

Animal - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 @cutaepatootie

Summary : “I don’t want to go without telling something.” The girl frown looking at the old man “What do you mean, Mr. Jeon?” “I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.” “About her?” the girl frowns. Maybe his daughter? His sister? The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving. “Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

Into the woods @junqkook

Summary : getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

One-shot :

The habits of the broken heart @softykooky

Summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. alternatively, “You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

Something in the heir @hisunshiine

Summary : The king of your empire will be leaving soon to head off to fight against Soiros, a foreign enemy, and his seven knights of the order of Bangtania will lead the way. One of the seven, Jeon Jungkook, with his dark eyes and easy smile, is someone you long for. Children believe he has slain dragons, and adults think he’s killed over one thousand Soirian soldiers. Everyone thinks he is a heartbreaker, making his way through every unwed wench in the land...but all he wants is you.

Miracle of the season @cybrsan

Summary : Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. When a familiar face pops up, you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Amortentia @jungkxook

Summary : jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him.

Black magic @hansolmates

Summary : a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

(Un)crushed @hansolmates

Summary : you’ve liked jungkook for the longest time, but you believe it’s time to cut the cord—literally

What's wrong? @oddinary4bts

Summary : Reader overhears Jungkook talk to his friends and mention how she’s always clinging on to him and doesn’t let him breathe sometimes and that she’s annoying because she’s too loud and energetic. When he comes back home she acts the complete opposite and tries to avoid him without letting him know what’s going on, until he realises that he actually prefers her clingy and loud🥺

High demand @bunnyhugs77

Summary : modern day Romeo and Juliet

Coin toss @yoondoze

Summary : you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

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bluekittyworld · 1 month

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Still with YOU.

Hi! I have had this idea for a while, I am just trying to put into words for this fanfic.

Pairing: Devil Jimin x Human (f) Reader

Warning: 18+ (some chapters include smut and death)

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Smut (Fluff if you squint your eyes)

Please any feedback will be appreciated! Your words and likes motivate me to write more :)

Also please don't copy, or post/translate my work on other platforms, thank you.

Happy reading, and PLEASE give me feedback, tysm <3

Approx. 6 chapters, 14k words

Summary: Growing up, you didn't embrace religion as fervently as your grandmother did, but her deep faith often led her to take you to Sunday prayers. The Church is where you met a Priest named Jimin, you couldn't shake the strange attraction you felt towards him, a magnetic pull that seemed to defy reason.

Jimin takes you through each sin, corrupting your soul, in the end do you ultimately end up in hell?

Masterlist

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 [End]

At the tender age of four, you had an imaginary friend like many other children do. He was a comforting presence, older and wiser, and you cherished the time spent playing together in the backyard treehouse that had stood for years before your family moved in.

But as you grew older, the visits to the treehouse became less frequent, overshadowed by the weight of tragedy and loss. The untimely passing of your parents in a tragic car accident cast a pall over your once vibrant world, stealing away the joy and innocence you once knew.

In the wake of such devastating loss, even the simple pleasures of childhood seemed to lose their lustre, leaving you adrift in a sea of grief and sorrow. The treehouse, once a sanctuary of imagination and play, stood silent and forgotten, a poignant reminder of happier times now lost to the past.

You moved into a cottage where your grandmother lived after the incident, you were just 9 years old. The cottage was situated in a small village just a couple of minutes away from the church.

Growing up, you didn't embrace religion as fervently as your grandmother did, but her deep faith often led her to take you to Sunday prayers. Despite not having many friends your age in the countryside, where mostly retired individuals resided, you found solace in the companionship of your grandmother's friends.

Over the years, you formed close bonds with them, cherishing the warmth and love they showered upon you. Their affection filled a void in your life, offering a sense of belonging and acceptance that you had yearned for. Yet, amidst the love and care they provided, you couldn't shake the lingering feeling of longing, a desire for deeper connections and a sense of purpose that seemed to elude you, maybe because your parents left you so early?

As adulthood beckoned, you made the conscious choice to pursue your studies through online lectures, opting to remain close to your grandmother rather than venture onto a distant campus. Some might have labelled you as immature for your decision, but you knew that your grandmother was your only family, and her time with you was precious and limited.

The thought of leaving her side, even for the pursuit of higher education, filled you with a sense of dread and guilt. You couldn't bear the idea of being apart from her, especially knowing that her time on this earth was drawing to a close. In your heart, you knew that being by her side during her final days was the most important thing, and you were willing to sacrifice other opportunities to ensure that she was not alone.

As your grandmother's health declined, it became increasingly difficult for her to visit the church on her own. Recognizing the importance of her faith in her life, you took it upon yourself to accompany her to Sunday prayers each week.

With the arrival of a new young priest at the church, you couldn't help but notice a sudden surge in the number of elderly ladies attending the services. It amused you how the presence of a handsome man seemed to reignite their religious fervour.

Shaking your head in amusement, you guided your grandmother to her favourite spot in the front row, ensuring she was comfortable before taking a seat beside her. Despite the comical circumstances, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the community of faith that had become a source of comfort and solace for your grandmother.

“I am Jimin, and I will be reading the passage from the Bible today” the young priest introduced himself and a sense of familiarity washed over you. His smile, warm and genuine, seemed to pierce through the crowd, locking onto your gaze with an intensity that made you slightly uncomfortable.

Despite your unease, there was something about him that tugged at the edges of your memory, a nagging sense of recognition that you couldn't quite place. How could you feel like you knew him when you had never met him before?

As Jimin began to read from the Bible, his voice resonating through the hallowed space of the church, you couldn't shake the feeling of being drawn to him, as if there were some invisible thread connecting the two of you across time and space. It was a mystery that lingered in the recesses of your mind, waiting to be unravelled.

Lost in a trance-like state, you found yourself more captivated by Jimin's physical presence than the words he spoke. His flawless, almost golden complexion seemed to glow in the soft light of the church, accentuated by the pitch-black cascade of hair that framed his strikingly dark eyes.

Your gaze lingered on his plush, pink lips as they moved in rhythm with the words of the passage, each syllable rolling off his tongue with a mesmerizing cadence. The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing with each word only added to the allure, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame.

It was as if time had slowed to a crawl, the world around you fading into insignificance as you became lost in the ethereal beauty of this enigmatic man before you. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating pull of his presence, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume all reason and restraint.

Feeling the weight of Jimin's gaze upon you, you were jolted out of your reverie by the sound of his throat clearing. Heat flooded your cheeks as embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he had caught you staring.

Quickly averting your gaze, you focused intently on your hands, your fingers fidgeting nervously as you tried to regain your composure. Determined not to get caught in his gaze again, you kept your eyes firmly fixed on your lap, refusing to let yourself be distracted by the captivating presence of the young priest.

As Jimin continued to read from the Bible, the words washing over you in a blur, you silently resolved to maintain your focus and avoid any further embarrassment. After all, you couldn't afford to let yourself get caught in his spell again, no matter how tempting it may be.

As Jimin made his rounds, handing out toffees to each granny with a considerate and sweet demeanour, you couldn't help but admire his thoughtfulness. It was clear that he knew how to brighten their day with such simple gestures of kindness.

When he finally reached you, his touch lingered a moment longer than necessary as he held onto your hand. Startled, you looked up to meet his gaze, only to find him squeezing your hand with a playful smirk playing on his lips. Confusion swept over you like a tidal wave, leaving you to wonder if perhaps there was more to his actions than met the eye. It certainly didn't feel like your imagination running wild.

Lying in bed that night, thoughts of Jimin lingered in your mind, his actions replaying over and over again like a broken record. Despite your best efforts to push them aside, you couldn't shake the strange attraction you felt towards him, a magnetic pull that seemed to defy reason.

You scolded yourself for harbouring such feelings towards a man of the cloth, reminding yourself of Jimin's role as a priest—a figure of reverence and devotion, not someone to be viewed through the lens of attraction.

Yet, try as you might to suppress those forbidden thoughts, they continued to bubble up to the surface, refusing to be ignored. In the quiet solitude of your room, you found yourself grappling with conflicting emotions, torn between the dictates of reason and the undeniable allure of desire. It was a battle you knew you couldn't afford to lose, but one that seemed to grow more challenging with each passing moment.

The following morning you woke up just past the afternoon, you felt a little lazy today oddly, normally you were always energetic and an early bird.

You heard your grandmother talking to someone, a male to be specific. Confused by the unfamiliar voice, you decided to investigate, not particularly concerned about your appearance. After all, your pyjamas were decent enough, and you quickly tied your hair into a messy bun before heading out of your room to see who it was.

Jimin was sat there having tea with your grandmother, you never regretted a decision so much before, you wished you had put a bit more effort into your appearance.

“Good afternoon _____” Jimin smiled and showed his pearly whites.

Did he really have to acknowledge your presence you thought.

Feeling too embarrassed to say anything, you meekly smiled back.

Jimin nodded “Your grandmother makes lovely tea, come join us.”

He patted the seat next to him, as soon as you were about to make an excuse…

“Yes, dear sit down, I brought your cup already” you grandmother said.

Jimin patted the seat next to him again, you awkwardly sat down, you felt a bit too warm being so close to him.

As the conversation ebbed and flowed around you, you found yourself lost in thought, quietly sipping on your tea as your mind wandered once more to Jimin. Despite the reverent atmosphere of the room and the presence of the holy man beside you, your thoughts strayed to decidedly less holy territory.

In your peripheral vision, you caught glimpses of Jimin, sitting beside the esteemed figure with an air of casual confidence that only seemed to enhance his allure. Despite your best efforts to remain focused on the conversation at hand, your mind couldn't help but drift to the image of him, a tantalizing presence that stirred something primal within you.

As you sipped on your tea, the warmth of the liquid failing to dispel the heat that suffused your cheeks, you couldn't help but entertain the not-so-holy thoughts that danced through your mind, fuelled by the magnetic pull of Jimin's presence

You finished your cup of tea, setting it down with a delicate clink. Summoning up the courage, you stole a quick glance at Jimin, only to find him already looking at you, that infuriating smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

For a moment, you entertained the idea of smacking that smirk right off his face. But then you realized, with a sinking feeling, that he seemed to have a knack for reading your thoughts. Or at least, you hoped not.

Finally you excused yourself, and went back to your room. At last you felt a bit cooler and those unholy thoughts calmed down a little.

Later that evening your grandmother said that she promised Father Park that you would help him with church duties. Who even was he? You thought to yourself.

“Who is Father Park?” you asked.

“Jimin, his full name is Park Jimin” your grandmother replied with a smile.

“Park Jimin” you whispered; even his name was as beautiful as him.

Then it suddenly hit you that your grandmother volunteered you to help him out, you felt so uneasy around him because of your own mind.

“Do I really have to help him?” you pouted.

“______, sweetie, it’s good to help others and you needed some sort of volunteering for your scholarship application, this is a great opportunity for that too” she replied.

She did have a point, so you just thought to give it a go for now, you could always quit later, right?

As Friday dawned, anticipation hummed in the air, a tangible excitement flowing through your veins as you made your way towards the church. With each step, you rehearsed the words in your mind, preparing to greet Jimin—Father Park—with the proper respect and deference befitting his position.

"Hi, Father Park," you whispered to yourself, the words rolling off your tongue in practiced cadence, each syllable infused with a sense of reverence and warmth.

As you neared the church, your heart quickened with anticipation, the echo of your rehearsed greeting ringing in your ears like a silent mantra. And as you stepped through the threshold, ready to embark on another day of volunteering alongside Jimin, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you, eager to see what the evening would bring in the presence of the enigmatic Father Park.

He was expecting you and was waiting just by the door.

As you approached the church, you couldn't contain your excitement and blurted out, "Hi Jimin!" Instantly, you mentally scolded yourself for not sticking to your rehearsed greeting.

Jimin's smirk only deepened, teasing you with his playful demeanour. "Hi _____," he replied, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Someone seems excited. Come to the back; we have a lot of scrolls to arrange by dates." His smile was infectious, melting away your annoyance and replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest. With a flutter of anticipation, you followed him eagerly, eager to spend the day by his side once more.

As Jimin guided you through the corridors of the church, a familiar warmth enveloped you once more, causing a light sheen of perspiration to form along your hairline. Despite the coolness of the surroundings, the intensity of his presence seemed to ignite a fire within you, sending waves of heat rippling through your body.

When you reached the small room, well it wasn’t exactly small, but the large boxes placed around left little room to manoeuvre. As you surveyed the cluttered space, Jimin's sudden touch on your arms sent a jolt of surprise coursing through you, causing you to freeze in place.

“Umm… what are you-” you said.

“You look like you’re feeling really warm so I thought you might want to take off your jacket” he cut you off, was his voice always this attractive?

You took a step away from him, and took off your jacket, he held his hand out indicating you to give it to him, he hung it neatly on the hook behind the door.

As Jimin explained the task at hand, gesturing towards the box of scrolls with an air of casual confidence, your attention wavered, drawn inexorably to the sight of his hands—those elegant, mesmerising hands that seemed to possess a grace all their own. Despite your best efforts to focus on his words, your gaze remained fixated on the subtle movements of his fingers as they gestured and emphasized various points.

Nodding absentmindedly in response to his instructions, you found yourself lost in a haze of fascination, utterly captivated by the sight before you. Surely, arranging scrolls by date order couldn't be so difficult, not when Jimin's hands were there to guide you, effortlessly navigating through the task with a skill that bordered on the sublime.

You were now arranging the scrolls. The cool, aged parchment felt delicate beneath your fingertips as you carefully laid them out on the expansive wooden table before you.

The musty scent of history lingered in the air, mingling with the faint fragrance of incense, creating an atmosphere of reverence and tranquillity as you worked, you arranged them in a meticulous order.

“_____” Jimin spoke.

“Mhm?” you replied, trying to concentrate on the scrolls and not him.

“How was your childhood?” he asked.

What a random thing to ask you thought.

“It was okay, my parents passed away when I was nine years old” you replied.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but before that when you were younger, did you have many friends? Imaginary friends like some people say, even though they might be real.” He said mindlessly.

You stopped arranging the scrolls and looked at him, that is such an oddly specific question.

He chuckled, “Sorry you don’t have to answer it.”

“I did have 2 friends, and I think I had an imaginary friend too, I don’t really remember much, my memories are all mixed up from the trauma of losing my parents.” You replied a little emotionally. Jimin looked into your eyes, his gaze softened a bit, he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and patted your head… what was that for, it’s not like you’re five, you’re a grown woman, you thought.

As you returned home after your volunteering session, a sense of contentment washed over you. Surprisingly, the experience hadn't been as bad as you had initially feared; in fact, you found yourself considering the possibility of returning again. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you reflected on the past two hours, realising that you had actually enjoyed spending time at the church, particularly in Jimin's company.

Throughout the week, you found yourself eagerly anticipating your next encounter with him. There was something about him that made you feel at ease, something that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. You found solace in sharing your stories with him, comforted by his attentive ear and understanding demeanour.

Unbeknownst to you, however, your growing affection for Jimin was leading you deeper into his web of deceit. Little did you realize the true nature of his intentions, or the dangerous game he was playing. As the days passed and your feelings for him intensified, you remained oblivious to the lurking shadows that threatened to consume you whole.

Chapter 2

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A/N: how was it? :) the next chapter will contain smut, only read if you're 18+

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 7 months

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"devil town" masterlist

🍂 pairing: platonic ot7 x reader 🍂 rating: pg 🍂 genre: autumn?? a lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff 🍂 au: "over the garden wall"-esque 🍂 summary: you take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything. 🍂 series tw: everyone is dead or nearly dead, major character death (not onscreen), near-death experiences, talking about death (a la "this is the story of how I died"), ambivalent/bittersweet ending, unreliable characters, will be updated as this goes on 🍂 track: Devil Town ~ Cavetown (full playlist) 🍂 main masterlist

🍂 Somewhere Lost ~ the guide

You wake up on a bench in a forest, with no memory before then or recollection of how you got there. The person greeting you gives you three options: going into the Great Unknown (to never be seen again), wandering the woods (until you become an Edelwood tree), or spending a month in Devil Town.

🍂 The Clouded Annals of History ~ the fool

You learn a bit more about Devil Town and what you're doing here... and maybe bargain part of your soul away in the process? It's hard to tell.

🍂 A Place That Few Have Seen ~ the daredevil

coming soon...

🍂 A Mysterious Place ~ the wanderer

coming soon...

🍂 The Unknown ~ the protector

coming soon...

🍂 Long-Forgotten Stories ~ the coward

coming soon...

🍂 Those Who Travel Through the Wood ~ the loner

coming soon...

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jin x reader #hobi x reader #jimin x reader #bts au #bts over the garden wall #bts autumn #masterlist #devil town

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 8 months

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The Demon's Love | JJK | Snippet

"Today, the Celestial Council requested the meeting to treat the matter of the rebellious spirits. Angels, show your respect to the Demon King who will, since 30, 000 years, step once more in the Seventh Realm!"

All the angels bowed their heads for the entrance of the king of evil himself. Even you. A relatively young angel who stood at the very front of the line. You heard the sound of magic being performed, a dark mist appearing at your right peripheral but you obeyed your General and kept your gaze down.

A sudden coldness invaded the Celestial Council and a shiver ran up your spine. You could feel the tension in the large room. How the angels beside you stiffened at the presence of the Demon King, even your General, Jung Hoseok stood rigid with his large wings opened next to him, keeping him in the air.

You kept your gaze lowered, obeying orders. But curiosity was taking the best of you, you felt a sudden need to look up and put a face to the image of the Demon King himself.

Feared by the Seven Realms. A monster within humans. The enemy of fairies. The counterpart of angels. Death's close friend.

And then you looked up. Listening to that small voice. Falling into the string temptation of just looking.

Your eyes met the ones of the Demon King. His eyes, though big and perfectly shaped, had a darkness in them you let yourself get lost.

He was darkness.

He was perfection.

He was mysterious

The Demon King held himself with power. His large, black wings were moving behind him, keeping him suspended in the air.

You couldn't look away.

You found him intriguing.

Mesmerising.

Never in your life as an angel had you seen a creature like him. Never have you felt such a tug to fall into the dark rabbit hole.

He was the definition of dark perfection. His black robes hugged his lean figure, his hair was equally dark as the night sky and his eyes were something you had never seen before.

Starless galaxies.

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kisslatr · 1 year

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csm things + jk and the fish

#csm #bts #jungkook #makima #power #kobeni #yoshida hirofumi #chainsaw man #csm fanart #chainsaw man fanart #bts fanart #my art #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanart #angel devil #csm manga #csm spoilers

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imadisastermylove · 10 days

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🫶🏻hello there lovely people!

I’m coming on here because I am looking for new rp partners, who are preferably 19+! MDNI.

this role play will take place on discord!

what I can offer;

* I offer a variety of fandom that we could have an rp about such as animes, Koop, shows, movies, etc.

* details, I am a semi literate to literate writer but my replies heavily base on the information given in your replies.

* nsfw and dark topics are absolutely on the table! even things like gore/violence!

* semi fast replies! I do work but I get my replies in when I can!

* I do oc x oc and oc x cc !

* I only do mxf, where I can play the female role. (I double sometimes)

* A variety of ocs that you can choose who you’d like to play against!!

looking for:

* Someone to play the male role in a MxF rp.

* Little to no triggers.

* 18+

* Semi literate to literate replies with a decent amount of details.

* Someone who is excited about writing and plotting!

more in-depth fandom list:

* demon slayer

* Naruto

* Tokyo ghoul

* Devils line

* The last of us

* The hunger games(will not do cc for this, only oc x oc)

* Jurassic world (will not do cc for this, only oc x oc)

* kpop (bts, stray kids, seventeen, txt, ateez, etc.)

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jinkbox · 1 year

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Calvin klein who

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ulolkay-jk · 6 months

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The Devil

it felt like heaven, to flirt with hell.

- Daniel Walsh

#jungkook #jk #love #devil #hell #dark #bts

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ggukkiereads · 2 years

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Hey I’m looking for a jungkook x reader fic. Bangtan and reader are all I think in the mafia or are like spies. Jungkook and reader used to hookup and she’s in love with him, however in the present jungkook has a girlfriend and she gets kidnapped by their enemy. Jungkook negotiates with the enemy and the reader hears him exchange her for his girlfriend (although he didn’t mean it, it was just part of the plan). They were all raiding the enemies house when this was going on and reader and another member were hidden in the vents, whilst jungkook was in the room face to face with the enemy.

🌷 You're talking about this fic ⬇️ but author deactivated 🥺.

#fichunting #i have so many fics of theirs I was so into including the Devil Wears Prada inspired fic #i don't know why they deactivated #deactivated authors i feel sad about #jinconda #hustlers #jungkook x reader #jungkook mafia au #🌷 chats #kiara11

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bighitfics · 9 months

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Bride Of Devil (BY JASMINE FICS)

playlist and mood board <3

#Spotify #SoundCloud #bts jungkook #bride of devil #jasmine fanfics on youtube #jeon jungkook #lee #nina #jake #martha #anthony #y/n

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mashmouths · 10 months

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i need this restaurant to stop playing the dregs of bts's discography. either commit and play "danger" or get out of my face.

#i am the most nauseous girl in the wntire worlddd and my phone has 3 percent and the casino smells like shit :( 살려주세요 besties in my phone :(#do not chase tequila eith rockstar at 1 am. that's the devil talking do Not pick up the fucjung phone. heart emoji. learn from my mistakes #but we had 'dynamite' last night and 'left and right' this morning and i know they'll only play the english songs but those aren't good :(#(in my opinion no hate to mr. jungkook or the pussy he tried to put in that song)#like they xannot hold a Candle to anything from before 2019. yes even '2nd grade'. it's a bop don't look at me like that #happy saturday everybody i hope the world is treating you kindly <3 peace and love and no vomit on planet earth <3 #a post

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honeywithcake · 11 months

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MY THOUGHTS ON EPISODE 07 OF BRIDE OF DEVIL.

This episode finally gave us an insight to jungkook's changing feelings for her and my lord I'm so obsessed with every minor act of his, the way he is so unrivalled and mighty, the way he's so keen on his 'duties' as a husband.

He reacts too aggressively in some situations but that's just who he is and I've come to admire his character instead of hating it, but what amused me in today's episode was his acceptance about his growing feelings for y/n instead of not acknowledging them and entitling them as 'lust'. Their chemistry is top notch.

And how can I forgot Y/N? I love the dramatic contrast between her and Jungkook, she brings peace in this chaotic bloodshed, she's all about tenderness, forgiveness, and serenity, her scenes with kiwi after the gore scenes are much needed to refresh my mind.

Their dynamic is unusual because when you put these two beside each other it is just unimaginable for them to be in any sort of connection, like their world is totally different but their dynamic is also undeniably the most intense.

Amazing writing and bgm choice 👏🏻 would like to see some pictures too.

#bride of devil #jungkook bod #jasmine fics on youtube

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v3nti · 2 years

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Fitting

#v3nti #selfie #girl #love #know thy selfie #jeon jungkook if you see this hmu #same with kim taehyung #snapchat selfie #angel devil #bored af #i want a boyfriend #i want attention #ugh whatever #selfy #know thy selfy

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jelly1799 · 2 years

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Lived

By making a deal with the devil, for a certain amount of time you can gain immense power. In exchange when the time is up, the devil claims your life.

A good person would never make a deal with the devil. That's why he goes after people who have hit rock bottom...

"Get out of here, Low!" Kookie whispers handing me my stuff and pushing me into the right direction. "I'll meet you in our usual spot."

I'm scared as hell, I can hear the looming steps approaching, the smell of grape black and mild filling my nose, as my heart starts to race and my hands shake as I grip the stair railing making my way down carefully.

The top stairwell door opens with a loud bang just as I slip out the bottom one. There's a soft mist being blown by the wind, but not enough to drench my clothes. I'm making record time down the road, my feet automatically knowing the route I've taken so many times.

It's when my feet step on the cracked raised sidewalk that I know I need to turn left, my heart starts to relax when I hear the hum of the giant electro box, I pull the bag off my back and sit down on the cool slightly damp grass as I wait.

Only the sound of the bugs and trees rustling can be heard as I wait for my only friend. I've counted to 60 at least 120 times trying to keep track of how long I've been waiting. Kookie never takes this long he's always been able to escape our foster parents with ease.

I had been with them for years alone before they took him in for another check. He was a small scared boy and never spoke to me despite my best efforts, but it all changed when he got caught sneaking food in the kitchen and I took the blame. They beat me hard that night to teach me a lesson and scare him, but that night he finally spoke to me and crawled into my bed saying that's the first time someone ever looked out for him.

As we grew older we both received our fair share of beatings, but we grew closer. Two peas in a pod, there was never a time we weren't together looking out for each other. He got bigger and stronger and stopped allowing them to hit me, he would often step in taking the brunt of everything so I could escape.

Kookie had been working a part-time job, and I'd been begging on the street for a year saving up everything we could get. Today was the day, we would take all we had earned, hope on the first bus out of here, and never look back.

If only I didn't get lost on the way home, Kookie wouldn't have had to come looking for me. Our foster father wouldn't have caught us in the middle of packing and we would have made it out before they were the wiser.

I hear rustling and the snapping of twigs. "Kookie?"

The loud stomping is a dead giveaway that is not Kookie and the smell of whiskey and grape is enough to make my stomach turn. I scramble trying to tug on my backpack and get to my feet but my hair is yanked harshly and I can feel his hot breath on my face.

"You fucking useless piece of shit! Low you thought you could just leave with him?!" he shouts and I recoil as his hand grips onto my arm his nails digging into my tender flesh.

"Where is he?" I ask scared when he starts laughing.

"Gone," just one word is uttered and I feel my soul break.

I go numb, his beating, I don't feel it; his ugly words, I don't hear them. I wish they would just kill me too as I lay on the floor of the cold room. I don't even know how many days have passed, there's no one left to tell me, no one left to protect me.

We were supposed to get out of here, we were going to travel the world, he was going to be my eyes for the outside world, but now he's gone and it's my fault. I brought him down, if he didn't have to look out for me, he would have made it out.

I can give you eyes.

His honeyed voice sounds from inside my skull. Surprisingly, I'm not scared, what could be worse than the hell I'm already living?

"You'll make it so my eyes can see?" I speak out loud, but the voice I hear sounds nothing like my own. It's hoarse, barely a sound at all, devoid of all emotion.

Yeah. If you make a deal with me, I'll become your eyes.

"Nothing in life is for free. What's the catch?"

Is it not obvious? Your life in exchange for ten years of me being your eyes.

What's my life worth, honestly? I'd rather have ten years of being free than the rest of my life stuck in this hell.

"I'll do it, I'll take the deal!" I say quickly, afraid to lose this opportunity.

There's a loud pop in my ears and my eyes sting, I clench them closed.

Open your eyes, Harlow.

I'm greeted by the darkness, nothing has changed, it didn't work.

Get up and open the curtain.

I slowly stand and all the joints in my legs pop and snap as I try to pull my measly weight up. It takes me a few moments, my body aches with each step, but I get up and walk slowly to the window. I push the curtain aside and I inhale a breath, it's beautiful, a perfect midnight velvet under stars the twinkle so brightly before my new eyes.

I'm pulled back from my trance when I hear them fighting in the living room, things are being thrown around, and then the loud bang of their bedroom door. I know what's going to follow, they won't be leaving the room for some hours. Now is my chance.

I quietly make it to the corner of the room where the bag Kookie had packed for me lay. My eyes well up as I finally glimpse it, he had told me it was purple, as I listened to the etching sounds the markers made against the fabric of the backpack.

We would lay for hours when they would lock us in the room, Kookie had bought two fabric pens and would describe each and every planet and constellation he drew. He was used to spending time in the school library, reading and memorizing the history and order of the stars.

I blink away my tears and sling the backpack to my front. Creaking open the door, I tiptoe into the kitchen. I try to keep my rustling to a minimum as I fill the bag with whatever snacks would fit along with the few clothes I had.

What are you doing in the middle of the night?

"I'm getting out of here. I'm going to go somewhere far, far away," I whisper.

I sneak out of the house and follow my usual route.

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"Let's make camp here today!" I say out loud and place my hands on my waist impressed with the distance I've covered.

It's been a few weeks and I've somehow found myself on the Pacific Crest Trail. I've acquired more items to be able to survive out on this trail and have been trying to make it to the end for weeks now. My mind buddy is awfully silent during the day, but late at night, he tends to chat a little more.

"What should I call you?" I asked pulling out the small sketchbook and pencils I bought at the last outpost.

I have been called several names, but the most common would be Devil.

"I don't think that suits you. You're my angel, you gave me a chance at life," I ponder names for him as I start to haphazardly draw the mountains I can make out in front of me.

I was an angel long ago.

"You're still my angel, Lived."

Lived?

"It's your new name! Since devil backwards is Lived!" I say cheerily as I try and capture the shading the setting sun is casting on the mountains.

Such foolishness...

"You allow me to live, I think it suits you a lot," I say placing my book down and starting a campfire.

Hmm.

He goes silent while I cook and eat my food. The stars are outshining their best once the night falls. I recognize a few that are drawn on my tattered backpack. I pull my book onto my lap, letting the orange hue of the firelight up my blank page as I start trying to capture the night sky.

What a terrible drawing.

"Drawing is so fun though..." I say holding the pencil in my fist trying to keep steady.

"I'm so happy now that I can see."

Being able to see does nothing for your drawing skills, Harlow.

I chuckle at his insult but don't take it to heart. He's absolutely right, I'm a terrible drawer, but I want to capture everything I can finally see.

"I've decided on something, Lived."

What's that?

"I'm going to see all sorts of places around the world with these eyes! Then I'm going to draw it all!"

Even if your drawings are never appreciated by anyone?

"Even then, I'm not drawing for anyone else but myself," I say as I smile down at my haphazard drawing.

I like your terrible drawings, Harlow.

"Would you describe yourself to me some time? So I can draw you?"

Maybe if your skills improve drastically.

"It's a deal then!" I say as I snuggle into my bedroll.

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You sure had a lot of fun, these past ten years. I say as I finally leave Harlow's body taking our sight with me.

"That wasn't ten years, you liar..." she laughs trying to keep her breathing steady.

She's absolutely right, it has been 72 years since we have made our deal. I traveled all over the world with her, we saw the pyramids in Egypt, the waterfalls in Rio, the Han River in Seoul. We saw everything and everywhere she could think of and it was wonderful.

We saw her finally lay her long-lost friend to rest, we saw her heal and become stronger. We saw her drawing skills improve steadily and become loved around the world. We saw her fall in love with a young man named Taehyung. Then we saw how her world changed, from the places around her to the people around her...

The world I saw as your eyes, Harlow...was truly beautiful. I'll keep on watching till the end so you just take a nice long break.

"Thank you for letting me see the world till the end, Lived," she gasps out as her frail body starts to shut down.

You may call me Jimin.

I lean down and press a kiss to her wrinkled lips taking the life I was promised.

I pull away and see the drawing framed beside her hospital bed. It's a picture of us she drew after I described my features to her, she was most into my wings, which were the same as a crow's.

"Come on, Jimin!" her voice sounds from behind me.

"Now you can show me your world," I take her hand and lead her out of the room completing our deal.

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