#doctor!jungkook

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 : Unsaid Rules

There's forbidden words in the hospital that you're simply not allowed to say. But some people just can't keep their mouths shut, it seems like.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, Doctor!Yoongi, Nurse!Jimin, Doctor!Namjoon, mentions of Doctor!Hoseok, Paramedic!Jin, blood, medical terms, hospital stuff come on this is a medical au, somewhat of an intro to everything really

Length: 3k words

A/N: Please do not come for my throat if some stuff doesn't make sense. I've tried hard, but I'm not a doctor, and so none of this should be taken too seriously. Treat it like a medical drama. Those ain't real either haha

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"Alright!" Jungkook greets everyone in his department, walking around to find all computer screens dark. "What's going on here?" He asks, tapping at the keyboard- but nothing springs to life.

"Jimin jinxed the shift about half an hour ago." Namjoon, an emergency physician and also best friend of Jungkook's, sighs. "Said the 'Q-word', now all the computers down here and in pediatrics' crashed. They've sent someone out already though." He explains.

"Oh come on now-" Jungkook whines. "-three weeks leave and you come back and drop something like this? Go back to where you came from!" He jokingly curses at his friend, who just rolls his eyes.

"Don't you have to be in your own department, Doctor Jeon?" He asks playfully sarcastic, making his friend laugh, as he grabs his water bottle and some files, before he does just that.

Jungkook has been working in the hybrid care department for almost five whole years at this point. He's one of only a few specialists in the country- making his department pretty busy most of the time. But he doesn't mind it- he's studied his ass off for a reason, pursued this career because he truly wanted it. So in a way, he's proud to be the one many people trust in.

He greets fellow members of staff- some he knows, other's he's not too familiar with, before he finally enters the familiar hallways, starting his day.

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When Jungkook was still in school, he didn't have any ambitions at all.

He's not the kind of doctor who always wanted to be one ever since he was a kid- in fact, quite the opposite. He remembers his mother always telling him how terrified he was as a child to have to go to a doctor, even if it was just for a regular check up, or flu shot. It scared him, the needles and strange people and noises- but by now, they've become normal, routing, comforting even in certain cases.

At the beginning, he wanted to be a pediatrician. Work with kids, cause that seemed to be the easiest for him back then. But then, things changed.

He changed.

Watching someone die in front of you can be life changing- sometimes just a moment, but other times for your entire future as well. He remembers the young cat hybrid playing with him, without a care in the world. They were both not even fifteen when the young boy suddenly fell, for no apparent reason, and never woke up. He'd seen him be worked on, watched from the sidelines, frozen in place. Could he have done something?

In hindsight, he knows there was really nothing he could've done to prevent things from happening. It wasn't his fault- but simply a problem in the system, back then.

Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome had been, and is still, not something entirely uncommon in human children, hybrids, and even more common in infant hybrids than anyone else. Untreated heart arrhythmia, combined with a change in blood pressure, rush of adrenaline, or even just sleep- things he now knows, but back then, had been absolute horror to him.

To imagine that the young boy simply died because people didn't check properly still hangs heavy on his mind.

It's why he chose to study them, instead of work at his father's restaurant. Chose to be different, make a change, even if it's just a drop in a bucket not even halfway filled. He's not going to simply shrug his shoulders when he can't find a reason for someone being sick. He's not going to be told that he simply didn't do his work properly.

He's one of the most active doctors around. Has inspired some others to be more on-patient as well. And it fills him with pride, knowing that he can influence the hospital staff in that way.

"Ah, there you are." A doctor with a grim expression calls out, grabbing his coat. "Was just looking for you. I've got the CT back for the otter hybrid in 210." He says, holding some papers out for him to check out. "It's not conclusive, but considering that she's never had it happen before, I'd agree with you on encephalitis, honestly. Temperature's been climbing steadily, and nurses said she's complaining of stomach pain too." He nods. "Though I want to see her personally together with you, if you've got time." The man asks, and Jungkook nods.

"Of course. You know I trust you most with things like this." He nods, walking to the room in question with his friend next to him.

Min Yoongi is his name, and most of the staff around here don't like him all that much.

Mostly because the neurologist barks demands and commands around like a testosterone filled wolf hybrid, and walks around as if someone had pissed bladder stones in his iced americano he drinks every hour of the day. Only the people who witness him talk to the hybrids and younger patients around know, that there's a lot more to the medical professional than he lets on.

And he's also great with the angry drunk people- because what he lacks in height, he makes up for in scary when he wants to.

"Hello there!" Jungkook chimes up at the young otter hybrid in question sitting on her bed, monitors beeping in rhythm as they approach her- her owner sitting close by. "Do you remember me?" Jungkook asks, while the nurse adjusts the drip of medication on the side. The hybrid shakes her head, before she looks around again- sometimes staring in interest at the other, shorter doctor next to Jungkook. "No? That's okay." He chuckles, walking closer with his friend and colleague in tow, who takes out a pen with a light on the other end. "My friend here is a bit quiet just like you are, but I heard you can call him Yoongi if you want." He chuckles, making the doctor roll his eyes at the common joke Jungkook tends to make.

"Just look at me for a moment, alright?" Yoongi questions, trying to grab the hybrid's attention. "I know he's handsome but I'm not too bad either, am I?" He jokes, making the other hybrid smile a bit shyly as she nods. It makes him smile as well, as he checks the pupil's reaction, satisfied with his results before he turns the light off, tucks the pen away in his front pocket. "Can you tell me what day we have?" He asks.

"…monday." The meek hybrid answers, looking at Jungkook with her big brown eyes. They remind him of his own, back when he was a kid.

"Monday, alright." Yoongi nods to himself. "Do you know where you are?" He questions further, owner scooting a bit closer as he watches everything with a nurturing gaze.

"Home?" The otter answers a little unsure, before something near the window grabs her attention. "Birds." She chimes up, and Yoongi chuckles a little.

"I know, there's a lot outside there, hm?" He nods, before he tabs her leg to gain her gaze back. "Can you tell me your name? You've not introduced yourself yet." He asks, hunching a bit over to make himself less of a threat. Though, it's clear that the hybrid patient has got no fear really.

"…Min?" she asks, pointing at his name embroidered into his coat. Yoongi nods.

"Hm, disoriented in time, place and person." He tells the nurse he's noticed come in behind him, voice a lot more authorative and deep as he talks to the staff. He knows the young student doesn't mind. He shouldn't, really. 'you're still too soft for the real deal', he'd told him only yesterday after the poor guy had been found crying outside the hospital after witnessing his first cardiac arrest. 'Don't take it home.' he'd patted his shoulder- a rare gesture of compassion, before he'd left the young student by himself.

They both excuse themselves for a moment, Yoongi scratching the back of his head before he puts his head in his pockets. "Blood test?" He asks, and Jungkook shrugs.

"Didn't get it back yet- the lab computers crashed, because Jimin said the Q-word this morning." He chuckles, crossing his arms. "But they should come in any minute, same as urine."

"I'd still like to take her for an EEG, just to make sure." Yoongi nods to himself, grabbing his little pager that starts to chime obnoxiously. "I'm wanted in majors right now, but I'll tell them to schedule it." The neurologist tells his coworker, already walking off- and Jungkook nods, shouts a thank-you after him, before he enters the room again to give the owner the proper updates.

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A few days later, Jungkook is getting ready for his twelve-hour shift at the emergency department, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt when he hears the familiar shuffling of his best friend's slides on the smooth hospital floor coming closer.

"Alright park-" Yoongi walks in, making the nurse in question snap his head around at the sound of his voice. "-you're stuck with me for the next 12 hours, and if I hear you drop that Q-word one fucking time I swear to god I'll piss in your energy drink the moment you're not looking." He threatens, making Jungkook chuckle as he clips on his nametag, and checks for his ID card and other necessities he will need.

"It slipped out okay?!" Jimin whines, though everyone knows he did it on purpose.

Jimin is a senior nurse- and very good at his job. Even if everyone jokes around with him, he's still a person of authority, and even people like Min Yoongi respect him for his work a lot. He pulls a huge weight after all, working almost always in the emergency department by choice, a very compassionate person with deep care for every patient that comes in.

"Alright, I'll go try and get myself some coffee-" Jungkook starts, when suddenly, a voice rings out.

"Adult male hybrid trauma in 10, Adult male hybrid trauma in 10."- and everyone looks at the doctor with sympathy, Yoongi patting his back as he walks by.

"Seems like your caffeine has to wait, kid." He jokes, as Jungkook throws his head back. The moment of rare playfulness with the man lasts for a moment, before he turns around to write something down. "I don't know if you've all forgotten that ten stands for ten minutes and you've wasted two of them already, but if you don't want me to remove all chairs here again-" He threatens, finishing his writing, "-I better see you all on your feet before the time left hits 7." The doctor scolds, forcing everyone to scramble and get everything in order and ready for the arrival of the call.

Everyone's now getting ready when the door opens, paramedics entering with the patient, rolling the young man into the spot the medical staff want him- or rather, where Namjoon, the leading emergency doctor, had said he will want him. He'd just started his shift as well, having only really had time to wash his hands and get a bit of info on what's to come, as he now get's filled in by the paramedic.

"So his name is Hajoon, 22 year old canine hybrid, owner has called after he's been hit by a bus." The man offers, while everyone else starts assessing him. "No visible head injuries, no disorientation whatsoever, was conscious at scene but has drifted off a little from the medication we've given." Yoongi stands by closely, listening to everything with a serious face. "Definite pelvis fracture and broken humerus, full sensation and ability to move the lower arm, hand and fingers so no apparent nerve injury." The man with the name tag 'Kim Seokjin' reads all the medication given from his clipboard, filling everyone in on what's happened until now. "He's usually a very active and healthy guy, no underlining health issues whatsoever, vaccines are all up to date, and owner is on it's way as we speak." He finishes, and Namjoon nods, having soaked up all the information flowing around while everyone else does what they can.

"Alright let's send him out for CT right away to check for any internal injuries and to catch a good look at the fractures, and I want a Hybrid Special's to look at him right after. Until then we'll lower down the medications to get him conscious again, We can switch to something else regarding the pain later but I want him up and alert, the faster the better." Namjoon calls out, and everyone moves to do what's been told.

Jungkook is watching from the sidelines for now, waiting for the first scuffle to clear up as the young man is being cared for.

"Haven't seen each other in a while." Seokjin says from the side with a soft smile, washing his hands after he'd given his notes to the younger doctor. "Hope your break has been good."

"Yeah well, you know me." Jungkook offers kindly, looking through the patient's records. "Can't really keep still for long. Was he actually fully conscious when you guys got to him?" The young doctor wonders, and Seokjin nods.

"Was pretty surprised. He was folded like a pretzel, obviously complaining, but entirely alert." He shakes his head. "It's surprising what they can endure, really." He chats, before he gets ready to leave again, saying goodbyes.

Jungkook knows that he'll see him again sooner than he'd like to, probably.

"Doctor Jeon?" Jimin chimes playfully after a while of calm in the emergency room, and Jungkook looks up from the clipboard, already used to the older one's antics. "Namjoon wants you to check out the CT upstairs." He informs him, and Jungkook nods, making his way to the proper department, greeting some staff on his way before he enters the room.

"Ah, Jungkook. Here, you might wanna see this." He says, letting the young doctor walk closer to check out the scan images.

Jungkook can't help but shake his head. "Well that's gonna be fun to put back together." Jungkook snorts to himself. "Hoseok's gonna have the time of his life pulling that one off."

"Well he always brags how good he is-" Namjoon shrugs, crossing his arms. "So he'll have more to show off if he gets that boy up and running again." He jokes, before they pull him back out and into the hallway. It's on the way back when the young man starts to move, eyeing his surroundings as he becomes conscious again. "Oh- hello there, please stay like this okay? You're fine." Namjoon immediately reassures. "My name is Doctor Kim I'm a doctor at Seoul Central Hospital, do you know what happened to you? He asks, and the young man nods, groaning a bit in pain.

"Let's give him some pain relief but please don't knock him out again okay?" Namjoon suggests, while Jungkook looks over the young man, instantly in work-mode as he looks out for any potential signs that his situation could slip to the worse. "Jungkook can you ask someone to fetch Hoseok for me please? I want him to schedule surgery asap." He says, and Jungkook nods, already off to find a nurse.

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Jungkook can sometimes be seen as scarier looking than he is.

He's got a pretty muscular body, tattoos he knows the hospital only tolerates because he's the only specialist they got their hands on, and piercings as well. He also tends to not wear his doctor's coat all that much- rather dressed in casual-formal wear, sleeves rolled up and nametag stuck to his front shirt pocket. Not to be a rebel- but because it makes people feel a bit more at ease with him, especially the hybrids who tend to be easily frightened and withdrawn in hospitals.

"Hey, before I go-" Jungkook says, walking past Jimin who's also ready to end his shift. "-do you know what happened to the canine hybrid from this morning? Hajoon, wasn't it?" He asks, and Jimin lights up, nodding.

"Was confused for quite a while, but after Yoongi had worked his magic with him, he finally responded to everything." He chuckles. With 'working his magic', he's talking about Yoongi's rather.. commanding tone of voice, something he does often when he notices a patient being capable of responding, but simply too 'lazy' to do so. It can come off as a bit harsh sometimes, but he means well- and after his words had found listening ears, it had reassured everyone including the rather distressed elderly owner in her chair at the side. "Here, let me pull up…" Jimin says, typing some things on the computer, before he pulls up some x-ray images. "Look at that!" He laughs, and Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief.

"And he's gonna be all good?" He asks, Jimin nodding in response.

"Hoseok said he's probably going to walk again just fine in a few months. And he'll have a pretty interesting story to tell every time he gets screened at the airport from now on." The nurse jokes, making Jungkook laugh. "Oh, and I heard Yunhee was discharged today, wasn't she?" He asks about the otter hybrid who had, indeed, caught encephalitis- an infection affecting the brain.

"Yeah- pretty much demanded I'd get Yoongi though so she could give him a goodbye-hug." He chuckles, and Jimin puts his hand to his heart.

"I wish he would give me a hug too!" He complains, and both laugh, very much aware that that will probably never happen at all with the rather stoic and withdrawn neurologist. And with the reassurance that today, he's been able to help save a life yet again, Jungkook walks into the staff room; takes off his nametag, puts on his jacket, his shoes-

waving everyone goodbye, after an exhausting twelve hour shift.

Just to do it all over again the next week rolls around.

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[valorkook]

Milestones | j.jk

pairings: jeon jungkook x genderneutral!reader

type/warning: hospital!AU, doctor!jungkook, nurse!reader, romance, some fluff and angst on the side, tsundere!jungkook (cold, temperamental character), enemies-to-lovers trope, inaccurate depiction of hospital work environment, kind of inspired from Koi wa Tsuzuku yo Dokomademo and from my dreams lmao

word count: 6.5 k

summary:  After you were transferred into a different hospital department, you’re still getting used to the two things that bothered you in the first place upon arrival; the scream and the cries the children would make when a nurse, like you, is approaching them every time. . . as well as the annoying yet handsome doctor who never fails to test your limits since day one, but you are not the kind of person that easily backs down from these new challenges. You convinced yourself that you’re headstrong, but does your heart lie on the same page as your mind?

prologue | part one | part 2 

The jitters you began to develop while on your way to work today haven’t cease despite the amounts of deep breaths you took so early in the morning. The sun was only beginning to come up by the time you picked up your first cup of coffee in the nearby café, located less than a block away from the main building of the Severance Hospital, and yet it did nothing but increase the nervousness within you tenfold. The last time you remember feeling like this was when you were starting your first rotation as a licensed nurse, fresh from nursing school and was yet to hone the skills necessary in real-life work.

What one of your professors had told you was the truth; you ought to throw the things you learned in textbooks out of the window by the start of practicing your profession within the hospital setting.

And you were throwing every bit of studying you did last weekend, gone was your ability to recall the videos online that were supposedly helpful to refresh your memory regarding pediatric nursing as you embark on the same stairs you climb every morning. Except you’re about to take 30 steps more than usual, and you only got a second glimpse of the grand doors of the maternity unit then taking a turn left to do 15 steps more before landing on the third floor of the hospital. The whole floor housing the pediatric unit.

Gone are the usual beige walls that covered the majority of the hospital’s interior when you stepped into the main hallway of the your new ward. Instead of the aforementioned color, the walls on both of your sides were now covered with more than just one pigment. Animated fishes of different varieties were painted atop the waves that went on and on until the end of the corridor. It’s like visiting a marine park in Seoul where aquarium windows reach from floor to ceiling, though the fishes are unmoving.

You took a sip from your cup hastily when you arrived in the nurses’ locker room, where you’re about to change into scrubs but you left your tongue burning in the process. The usual pink and white patterned uniform was not present in your designated locker and was replaced with a colorful, confetti-like patterned top and plain navy pants to match the background of your scrub shirt.

It was awful, you internally groaned as you grabbed it out from its hanger.

The time was 6:20 AM when you stepped out of the changing room, and most of the crowd that filled the quarters reduced to merely two people which made you panic a little. Compared to the former ward you worked from, it wasn’t until quarter to seven that you’re about to start knowing the patients you will have for the day based on the hand-off report from the previous nurse in shift. But now, not only you were lost in place, but also lost in time and orientation.

This was not what you discussed yesterday over the phone with Ms. Jung, the head nurse of this pediatric unit.  In reality, the conversation you had with her did not even reach this topic; the unspoken rules that only exist exclusively in this ward.

You brushed off any stray hairs that lingered in front of your sight before you gulped down the rest of your coffee—which is still quite hot, by the way—and zoomed out of the room and towards the back doors of the nurses’ station.

“Oh, here’s our new addition to this ward!” a person who wears the same scrubs as yours, presumably a nurse like you, called the attention of those who are within the spacious station. The walls were painted a light blue tone, with no patterns that matched the design of the walls of the corridor. The main oval table in the middle of the station was filled with amounts of files and papers stacked and clipped into binders for each patient that is currently confined in the ward. Little to no pens did not litter the surface at all, as those can be found in the clutch of other healthcare staff or safe within the deep pockets stitched into their uniforms.

After scanning briefly the area for no more than seven seconds, you turned your body towards where the sound of the voice came from. At one of the corners of the station, where the computers are located at the table below the receiving counters, stood a man in front of it. No doubt another nurse as he adorns the same uniform, but your eyes were mesmerized at how he fits the scrubs.

Like he was built to become a pediatric nurse in the first place.

“Ms. Jung is currently busy at the back room.” he pointed behind him, not far off was a room separated by a blue curtain beside another entrance into the station. You noticed from his statement that he is not from the night shift but rather someone who will be joining you today. Hopefully, because you still feel like a lost kid at a grocery store.

He smiled, the whites of his eyes are nearly unrecognizable with the way it mimicked the curve of his lips, “I’m given the opportunity to guide you shortly before we start our rounds. Hello, I am Jimin, and welcome to the Pediatric ward!”

Jimin’s smile was infectious as your lips curved into a small smile, “Thank you for the greetings, I am _____.”

Your interaction with him somewhat gained a few audiences in the station, most of them started to assess your presence as the new nurse in the unit. Out of all the schedules of shifts you were allowed to choose, you rather chose the morning shift as your body clock was accustomed to waking up early.

But you don’t know that deep within the thoughts of others, especially those who are about to start the hand-off report to the next nurses in shift that will accompany you today, that you were brave to choose the hectic mornings that you will have from here on end.

Not far from the station, some footsteps began to trudge their way through the still empty hallways of the pediatric ward. While you were oriented by nurse Jimin with the location of different instruments used and restocked in the medical carts, the other nurses were starting to exchange information before the shift officially starts, before the doctors officially made their presence known in the station, waiting for nurses to instantly report the progress of each of their patient’s health and well-being.

The increased number of pediatric patients since last year was done with the strict routine that a doctor has applied on his team of healthcare professionals. With the emphasis on the word professionals, he meant that those who have gained their license to practice healthcare and can easily understand the instructions he would dictate without another repetition. He’s the kind of doctor who is passionate about treating each of his patients but refuses to show even a drop of empathy towards his team.

That is admirable, so to say. To see a doctor who’s not slacking off and is concerned with the individual needs of his patients, especially since his clients are children spanning from days old to weeks, up until to those teenagers who are a day away from turning 18. Yes, they’re still placed within the pediatric ward if they are even hours away from their 18th birthday. It’s hospital policy.

“Over there are computer carts, though there’s only four as we’re still in the phase of turning from paper documents to electronic medical records.” Jimin explained the situation on the large table in the center,

“Though there is one doctor who prefers the use of those computer carts, so you have to learn it within this day. I’ll—” he stopped to duck under the built-in table, beneath the computers installed on the station desks where you peek down to find pocketbooks lined up, “Here are the manuals, and I’d really love to show you how they work but I’ll have to receive my shift hand-offs right now before they come.” The orientation for you came to a halt when he mouthed you an apology, pointing at Ms. Jung who seemed to be unoccupied with any work at the moment.

The curtains have been drawn open by the time you meet head nurse Jung, who greeted you with a warm smile, “My apologies, I have been busy filing necessary papers but now I can continue where we—or you and Jimin left off.”

“Oh, he was about to show me how the computer attached to those carts works.” you keened, showing a manual on your grip as you begin to flip the pages.

“They nearly have the same user interface as what we use within the ward, but it gets kind of tricky to link the data input into the devices in this station. Come with me and I’ll show you how it works.” Ms. Jung was quick to approach the carts while you made a segue to throw your empty cup into the appropriate trash bin.

Though while booting up the computer, instead of focusing your mind towards the instructions shown on the pocketbook, you were rather distracted by the footsteps that approached you. Or the station, for that matter.

“Good morning Dr. Jeon!” Ms. Jung called for the tall man wearing a doctor’s typical white coat, his side profile was what attracted your sight to him instead of the bright light emitting from the screen of the computer beside you and your head nurse. Finally, he turned his head towards yours when you saw him completely.

God, he looks too young to be a doctor expert in his chosen specialty. There were nearly no blemishes that covered his face, no evidence of what struggles and stress he had faced during his internship. In fact, his youthful face, accentuated by the shape, seems like those who are about to start their residency. Fresh from med school, all-knowing kind of doctor.

Ms. Jung sensed that you two were focused on each other when she continues to speak, “This is our n--”

With one glance at your ID pinned at the side of your scrubs, he finally talked in a monotonous tone, “You, nurse _____. Let’s start the rounds.”

Both you and Ms. Jung were dumbfounded from his statement, though it didn’t last a minute and she started to convince him to give you time to adjust into this new atmosphere, “But doctor, I was about to orient them with how things run in the morning. Catered to what every other nurse this shift is accustomed to,” somehow, her words were lacking information. What routine do nurses have in this unit? Does it differ from what you’re used to?

He only cleared his throat, “I presumed they came from another unit, yes?” the head nurse confirmed immediately, “then they knew what they’re doing in this hospital. Choose a cart and let’s go.”

You stammered, “I-I, uh…” you hesitantly grabbed onto the bar of the cart, keeping the pocketbook inside one of its free compartments before catching up to the hasty doctor who’s leading the way down the corridor.

Back in the station, another nurse named Seulgi caught the sudden interaction between you and him near the entrance of the station, a wave of goosebumps appeared on her body as she gathering her mint green clipboard filled with the hand-off reports she was supposed to relay to you before Doctor Jeon arrived. She didn’t expect that he would be strutting earlier than his expected time.

She ran off of her seat in front of the computer, hoping to catch you and him still in the corridors before you enter a patient’s room.

 If you were to describe Dr. Jeon in one word, it would be cold. . . or cold-looking, if that’s even a word that any online dictionaries would confirm. One look at his face would tell you that he’s serious, like he hasn't had a cup of coffee nor a bun of bread to eat this morning. He doesn’t participate in any chit-chat much like the other doctors in this hospital. Most of the doctors you interact with are pleasant to participate in little talks, whether it concerns the patient’s health or simply about your personal life. Though with him, it was hard to initiate conversation at first glance.

You can see from the stitch embroidered above the chest pocket of his white coat, displaying his full name as Jeon Jungkook, MD. Weirdly for you, it sounds familiar.

Is he the most known doctor in this hospital? Is he the one responsible for the influx of--

“I suggest you stop daydreaming and start assessing the vitals of patient 325.” Jungkook, or Dr. Jeon rebuked. His left arm was still holding the door wide open for you and your cart to go inside. He’s only demanding for vitals yet he made you push the trolley from the station.

Thankfully, your routine of putting your handheld equipment in the pockets of your scrub and hanging the stethoscope over your neck made it easier for you this moment from embarrassing yourself. Placing the cart onto the side of the room, you approached the patient who seemed to be coiling himself in the arms of his mother. Seemingly scared to see a new face.

The tone of your voice shifts to a gentle one as you show the kid what you have in your pockets. Regretful to only pack 3 mint candies for you to consume later on, instead of buying any lollipops to give. While you were busy tending to the child, Dr. Jeon was already conversing with what you assumed to be the father of the child at the couch next to the bed. The mother joins soon after.

“Schedule another blood count for the patient later, I want the results by tomorrow so the family can prepare themselves for discharge. And--” he paused, seeing you only using a tickler and a pen, “why are you not inputting my orders into the computer?”

“I’ll attempt to encode it soon,” you tried to reason

“Don’t you know how computers work?” he disputed, right in front of the family of the patient. You feel embarrassed, like someone poured a bucket full of cold water over your body yet all you could feel was tears threatening to spill from your eyes at that moment.

It was an unnecessary outburst that he exhibited, much less in front of his patient as you blinked once, twice before you bowed yourself in front of the patient before leaving the room, dragging the cart from behind as you pulled the door open. A flustered Seulgi was waiting just outside the door when you stepped out.

“I should’ve approached you since you entered the station earlier, I didn’t know he would be choosing you to accompany him so quickly.” She managed to tell you, slightly out of breath from running after you, “I’m Seulgi by the way.”

You cleared your throat before replying, “I’m _____. Can you try to catch me up with the reports? As well as this one,” you gestured to the cart you’re still holding. Seulgi was quick to nod, immediately opening her mouth and pointing to and from the monitor prior to reporting the patients you will be handling today.

“You weren’t supposed to be accompanying Dr. Jeon during the rounds this morning, I thought they were still Dr. Park’s patient and yet she hadn't shown up in the station earlier.” she explained.

A tsked from behind startled you and her, “I am pretty sure I had informed our head nurse Ms. Jung about that,” Dr. Jeon said in a matter-of-fact tone, “I never knew the experienced nurse who entered our unit is apparently not equipped enough in what we’re dealing with here.”

You took a deep breath before responding calmly, “With all due respect, I believe that I am perfectly capable to handle the workflow in this ward Dr. Jeon. If only you allowed me a little time to be oriented with the equipment you used here.” you gestured to the cart, “I am fine with being scolded for my wrongdoings, but doing that in front of the patient looks unprofessional on our part. Especially yours, doctor.” you continued, seeing his facial expression falter for a second, then disappearing as if he’s not guilty of what has occurred. First day of your work in this ward and you’re already looking forward to going home, and perhaps going back to the maternity ward sooner than you planned.

No way you’re letting anyone, much less a doctor, undervalue your skills that you developed over time. “You should know the demands of every patient prior to arriving in this unit, nurse _____. We suffer from the shortages due to incompetence from our former staff and I don’t want you to become a deadweight for us, tarnishing the reputation we built as well as the lives we’ve saved.” he huffed, his eyes glaring at yours for a few seconds.

“I won’t be a deadweight, I can assure you that.” you vowed, tightening your grip over the trolley.

“Or you won’t last another day.” he added to your statement, then he turned around and proceeded to walk away from where you and Seulgi were still standing. She only cheered you in a whispered tone, as excessive noise is prohibited in the hallways, before she trudged back to the station.

You went off to follow the footsteps of the doctor in front of you, being aware of what you’re about to prepare for the next patient. You believed that he’s doing rounds according to the chronological order of his patients’ rooms, and so you flipped over the paper of the next patient.

During the course of the rounds, there was tension between you and him. Though you were able to answer the questions he threw at you, he was still hostile with you. Maybe he’s like that with everyone except his patients. Head nurse Jung managed to see you from afar, walking a few feet apart from Dr. Jeon as you recognized the guilt and the pending apology she would give you through her eyes.

Truth to be told, Ms. Jung knew how ruthless Dr. Jeon can be. It was a mistake on her part to not check her emails from time to time as she missed the email from Dr. Park sent yesterday about how she would be taking a day off, never knowing that he would be the one to treat her patients in her behalf today.

By the time head nurse Jung was finished explaining the reason you were too early to face the most demanding doctor in their unit, he was long gone from the station. Finding no purpose to stay as Dr. Jeon already managed to see you inputting the data, which means it would appear right on his laptop when he comes back to his office.

“You see how he’s like a phantom lurking around until he makes his presence known when you make a mistake.” Nurse Jimin teased while you and him were on a short lunch break, “though I applaud you for standing up to him, other nurses around here gossiped at how he was the reason for the staff shortages we’re experiencing in this ward.”

You tilt your head in question, “Why would he be?”

“Some of us here are kind of afraid of him, you see how he’s gentle with his patients and their relatives yet he treats others terribly, like how he was earlier with you.”

“How did you know---”

“Word travels fast, I guess.” he chuckled before taking a bite from his lunch. With a mouthful of food, he still replied, “Seulgi heard the commotion, the doors here can only muffle sounds but we can recognize his voice whenever Jungkook is aggravated.”

“Are you close to him?” you asked.

“Yeah, we attended the same nursing school.” Jimin casually replied.

You gasped, “wait, he’s also a nurse?”

“Yep, that is why he can criticize our work from time to time. Though he applied for medical school right after we got our license.” Jimin was quick on consuming his meal, now already packing his lunch boxes splayed onto the small coffee table in the lounge room tucked behind the station.

No more than a minute and he spoke, “It was nice talking with you, _____!” and waved his hand goodbye before he was off to continue his tasks before his shift ended. Which leaves you alone to yourself, perhaps with some other nurses whom you had yet to meet or introduce yourself personally.

The awkward atmosphere after Jimin left returns. And now you attempt to consume the rest of your packed lunch so you can start medical administrations towards your patient. You recalled earlier at how head nurse Jung would make the effort, insisting you to let her assign you to other patients that are not handled by Dr. Jeon, but you kindly declined since you are becoming accustomed to the needs of those patients. Not mentioning how you are determined to prove him wrong by successfully doing the tasks delegated to you, as well as adding your own insights that may be helpful in determining the prognosis of every patient assigned to you and him.

The empathetic side of you was quick to forgive his actions earlier, call it the attitude that you essentially developed back in nursing school. You never once doubted your ability when you started working in this hospital, and your evaluation forms from your former head nurse can prove that. As head nurse Jung has told you, you were still about to learn the difference of workflow that you established back in the maternity ward with what you’re currently grasping in their unit. You were never meant to work with him on your first day here, perhaps on day three with what she has scheduled for you and the other nurses in the morning shift.

You were glad to have Jimin and Seulgi, though she was long gone when you finished your rounds with Dr. Jeon. . . and the fact that she’s quite the blabbermouth with what has transpired between you and him travelled so quickly, from one mouth and ear to another.

The rest of your shift was peaceful, to say the least. You guessed that Dr. Jeon won’t drop by until later after your work so you were busy compiling documents needed to be printed and filed according to the patient’s medical information, as well as making discharge plans with other patients that are bound to be leaving the hospital the next day. Your hands were aching to a point where you keep shaking them from the pain that radiates through your fingertips, and time seemed to pass by when you saw that it was already 15 minutes since the end of your shift.

Most of the nurses you recognize earlier in the morning, including Jimin, are nowhere to be found at this time. They must’ve given their hand-off reports earlier before the time struck 14:00. While you were busy, you were beginning to proceed with your own reports towards the next nurse in shift.

“It’s your first day and you’re handling Dr. Jeon’s behavior,” nurse Nari, the one who’s about to take over your patients in the afternoon till evening, mused. “How was he?”

“Tolerable” you mumble, afraid that he might hear you even though he was still not in the nurses’ station.

She laughed only in return, “Oh he was intolerable for me on my first day here, but soon enough he softened up to me.”

You raised your brows, “Are you and him. . ?”

Nari shifted to full-on giggling, “No! But maybe someday when he’s ready to start his love life, I might do a little flirting here and there. For now, he’s focused on being a doctor full-time; he never bothered to go out on dates and he’s always found in his office at any time of the day.”

You hummed with the information she has revealed to you, though at first you couldn’t care less about the little deets about his personal life. Silence lingers for a bit before you continue to wrap up your work for today, “It was nice talking to you, Nari.”

“You too, _____.” She smiled before waving you goodbye as you were off to find head nurse Jung, itching to go back home in the apartment you are renting two blocks away from Severance hospital.

A week has passed since you started to continue your nursing practice in the pediatric ward. So far, you have set up a routine you follow religiously that enables you to finish all of your work on time. Though there are still a few things that you’re still getting used to,

The first is children who cry when you’re just about to give them syrup medications daily, and the second is the most demanding doctor that ever existed in this ward. . . or rather in this hospital. Although you cannot make a concise statement when you haven’t attempted to transfer to other facilities in this institution other than the maternity and pediatric unit.

There are moments where you see him in a good light; Dr. Jeon Jungkook’s attempt to give a small smile to other staff (or in this case it was just the head nurse and Jimin) and only hummed whenever you give your suggestions pertaining to the well-being of the patients you two were handling every day. Oftentimes you see him in a bad light; a short-tempered doctor who’s trying hard to tolerate other nurses’ attempts at providing a satisfactory result that reaches his criteria or whatever standard he has curated on his own and for the others to follow.

You haven’t had the time to figure out what kind of level he expects others to reach, considering that you were not always assigned to him. With the way the head nurse mixes up the assignments so you could take a breather from him, and for every nurse to ensure the quality of their work is up to what he wants in this unit. You see, you were late to find out that he’s newly appointed head of the pediatric department by the time you entered the ward last week, which only means that the internal pressure he has clearly elevated to satisfy not only the patients but also the administration of the hospital.

Gossips inside the ward would say that he’s working much harder than every other doctor in this institution to chase one thing, and that is to become the medical director of this whole institution. He has no time to create a network of influential people when his name alone can create a buzz in this place, no matter what department or ward you’re currently in. 

A loud clang of what you assumed are clipboards surrounded the ward so suddenly, snapping your focus from what you were currently typing on the computer when you hear the hushed scolding coming from the nook of the station. With the days you spent recognizing others’ faces and voices, you ought to know that Dr. Jeon was hot-headed today and he’s tormenting yet another staff member late in the morning. 

It was a miracle that he was not popping blood vessels when he has a hard time controlling his emotions from bursting like a balloon. Not long and head nurse Jung was quick to rescue another damsel from getting an earful from Dr. Jeon, like the way you experienced on your first day. You didn’t bother to look behind to see the commotion happening behind the curtains until someone tapped your shoulders. 

You looked around to see head nurse Jung, a kind smile adorning her features before gesturing towards Dr. Jeon, who was hasty in checking the charts from the clipboards containing his patients’ profiles. You knew the look she was giving you when you stood up from your seat and approached the grumpy doctor at his seat from the other side of the station. 

With the professional front you’ve practiced every night every time you’re about to face him, you asked “Are there other tasks you want me to take over for nurse Gaeul?” 

He only sighed before looking up at your face. A tired look replaced his usual features before he glanced back at the computer, “Just keep an eye on patient 302 every 15 minutes, report to me when her temperature increased above 38 degrees celsius. Also, check her heart rate.” 

You only offered a single reply of agreement before fetching the patient’s paper chart in one of the clipboards he’s currently looking at next to his laptop. While your hands are about to made contact with the rigid plastic covering, Dr. Jeon was quick to grab your wrist. “Record it on a new paper, nurse _____.” 

His tone of voice was distant to the usual sound emitting from his mouth on a daily basis. It was smoother, a tone of softness lingers when he talked to you today compared to other days. Or is it just his voice he’s using when he was sucked out of energy to do nearly anything productive for a while. 

You only commented, “Seems like you’re tired, when did you last step out of this hospital Dr. Jeon?” 

Although you attempted making small talk, he felt like doing otherwise. “None of your business.”

“Okay.” you awkwardly replied, fleeing from the station after you mumble your apologies towards him. You hoped that no one heard of it except you and him, while he remained unresponsive in his seat with his right hand massaging his temples after you trudge your way out of the station. 

It was after you submitted your charts when you thought you would see the last of him, now that you’re given a day off from working tomorrow. You only hoped that the apartment above yours would settle down from making too much noise during your free time, you were generous enough to give them a few days (3 days would suffice in your own opinion) to completely move their stuff into the building. You didn’t know your new neighbors yet, but you were confident to assume that the people above your floor are the new tenants as the apartment has been vacant for a while. 

You took a shower when you arrived back home. Your slumped posture welcoming the warm shower, sighing in relief with the perfect temperature as you felt yourself getting sleepy in the process. A nap after this would appease your free schedule, containing no plans to even step outside and socialize with your friends who are working in other parts of Seoul city. 

Though your plans didn’t go to plan when you realized you forgot to take out yesterday’s trash. Now clad within your pajamas at 18:00, you begrudgingly picked up the plastic bags lying at the little foyer of your apartment and wore your sandals lying on the steps. You approached the elevators at the end of the dimmed hall, pressing the button going down as you patiently waited for the doors to open.

You nearly dropped the trash bags in your clutch when you saw a familiar face greeting your sight when the doors swung open. Inside the elevator stood Jimin, whose hair was still wet and was also holding recyclable trash on his forearms. A smile grew on both of your faces when you recognized each other. 

“I didn’t know you lived here?!” you exclaimed during the elevator ride down the building.

He replied, “Well, we just moved in days ago. We’re residing on the 5th floor.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re the one who’s been moving stuff in the middle of the night.” you mused, to which he only shyly rubbed his neck probably in embarrassment. 

“We’re sorry about that,”

You shook your head, “No worries though, welcome to the building!”

The elevator doors opened by the time you finished your small talk, but deep inside you were hoping to chat more with him as he has become a close friend of yours since day one. Compared to what you are currently wearing, Jimin seems to be preparing to go somewhere with the way he’s wearing a nice outfit; donning a striped shirt with black jeans and boots to compliment his figure. It was a miracle to still be fit despite the stress you and him are facing nearly every morning. 

“By the way, we’re going out to celebrate our moving in. Perhaps you want to join?” he told you while taking both of your time walking towards the back of the building, where the trash segregation is done manually. You instantly nodded in agreement, granting your wish to hang out with him at least once outside of work.

“We,” you wondered, “who did you move in with? Is it your significant other?” 

A chuckle left his throat only, almost as if he’s too shy to reveal who it is. “Well, I think you know who it is. I have been living with him though it feels like I’m the one who always occupies the apartment because he’s not home most of the time.” 

“He. . . who is he? Jungkook?” you joked, while Jimin’s glance was focused behind your figure.

“What’s funny about my name, miss _____?” Jungkook, once again, made himself known in the worst way possible. You nearly choked in your own spit, eyes widening in astoundment with your reply answering Jimin’s words. 

“Nothing doc-- I mean sir,” you coughed, “Jungkook-ssi. Welcome to the building you two.” You quickly strode away from them towards the glass door entrance of the back of the building. 

While you wanted to cower away for the rest of the night, Jimin never failed to remind you when and where you two (and Jungkook, apparently) will meet for dinner. “Let’s meet down at the lobby in an hour, _____.” 

You only raised your right arm, with your hand gesture agreeing to the arrangement.  

As the time arrived, you were clad from your sleepwear to wearing a simple shirt and jeans to dinner. They were precisely on time when you found them in the lobby once the elevator you’re in arrived on the ground floor. Compared to the usual white coat and formal outfit that adorns Jungkook’s frame, his outfit for tonight consists of loose clothing that barely compliments his figure yet screams comfortability. 

“Tell us when you’re done ogling at me because I’m hungry.” he snapped you out of your thoughts while looking smug. If he weren’t that handsome you could’ve smacked him--

Rather, you quickly averted your gaze towards his companion by his side, “You look great, Jimin.” 

A huff was barely inaudible from the only doctor in the group before exiting the building first, leaving you and Jimin to initiate the conversation on your own. Though he didn’t fail to include Jungkook into the talk, his responses were clipped to a few words only before resorting to silence. He was consumed with the handheld device in his palm most of the time, while simultaneously walking along the pavement. 

“Is he always that cold and harsh when meeting strangers?” You can’t help but ask Jimin who’s walking by your side. 

He replied to your question after looking cautiously at the man walking a few feet away from the two of you, “Not always, though he has the ability to sense those who are trying to score a date with him after their initial conversation with him.”

“So he doesn’t do relationship?” 

Jimin shook his head, looking back at Jungkook who did not make any attempt to remark about his roommate’s statement. “As far as we have lived together, he has never brought a date back home in the last few years.” 

The amount of pork belly you and Jungkook had grilled over later was not quantifiable with your fingers, but you three were still not incoherent enough to count the number of soju bottles that you have drunk during the span of dinner. You were still safe from stumbling your way back home with them. As much as your mind could still absorb the events tonight, you were still capable of comparing the sudden shift in Jungkook’s behavior as it was influenced by the alcohol content of the beverage. 

Your vision could barely capture how he looked tonight after drinking; red-faced and the creases between his brows were nowhere to be found. His eyes were bigger, brighter than the usual sharp stare that your set of eyes meet nearly every morning. The conversation you barely made through with him was now flowing at ease, effectively getting to know each other even though there’s a big possibility that you might forget about it when you wake up the next day.

“Does baby fever exist among the staff in the maternity ward?” Jimin curiously asked out of the blue, which made you choke on the soju shot you’re currently taking. Meanwhile, Jungkook only laughed drunkenly in response. 

“I don’t know how to answer that, but in my experience, I hadn’t thought of it. I mean, babies are cute when they’re still babies, not when they enter the age of 18 months.” 

Jimin hummed, still looking sober among the three of you despite drinking the same amount of alcohol, “Well, what convinced you to join the pediatric unit. Knowing that you’re aware of the ages of the patients we’re treating?” 

Okay. That was a hard question. Rather than replying first, you pick up another slice of grilled pork to eat and ponder more about your answer. The truth can inevitably cause a feud with the involved departments, good thing you have an ounce of sobriety within you at that moment. 

“Is it because of me, huh? You haven’t been able to take your eyes off of me--” Jungkook smugly replied. 

You interrupted him with a scoff, “Get off your high horse, I didn’t know you even exist until I saw your stupid face that morning!” Jimin only laughed when his roommate’s face became stern, with a pout that only appears when he’s had enough alcohol in his system. 

“How is my face stupid!? Children adore me whenever they see me, but with you, they suddenly cry. This face is the reason many people want me. How about you, huh?” Jungkook retorted, his voice slurring more than ever. 

You were about to answer back when Jimin suddenly covered your mouth and Jungkook’s, “You two had enough for tonight, even when you’re drunk you’re still getting on each other’s nerves. And you can’t use your normal voices, we’re not in a bar with booming music to raise your voices!”

Jungkook still tried to respond, even if the sounds were muffled to the point that you can’t comprehend the words he was saying but you were sure that he’s insulting you behind Jimin’s hand. Though it seemed funny at first for Jimin to see how the two of you are acting, he was worried after the bad looks you two were gaining inside the restaurant. 

“I think it’s time we head back home, you guys.” You couldn’t agree more, wanting to make Jungkook disappear from your sight at that moment.

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Pairing: fwb!jkxreader(f)

Genre: fluf; smut; slight angst; college!AU: fwb2lovers!AU

Warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader (they try to switch it up but it’s just not in them), athlete!jk, medstudent!reader, rough sex, praise kink, spit kink, slight overstimulation, worried kook, anxiety :(

Jungkook knew, when you texted him a 'come over' at 11:56PM on a Sunday, that college was kicking your ass. It was finals period so the real question was who's ass wasn't being kicked, but he knew it took a lot for you to admit your ass was being kicked, yet you did text him a straight-up invite to fuck - instead of calling him and beating around the bush to see who'd cave first like you always did.

Obviously, being Jeon Jungkook, he didn't even think of complaining or refusing your invite but you both knew there would be a snarky little teasing remark about your urgency to be with him. He had thought of a million ways to tease you on the way to your dorm. Still, as soon as you opened the door to your room all of the witticisms that had come to his mind throughout the ride vanished, leaving him with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, while his eyes analyzed your freshly washed hair, your deep dark circles, and your chapped lips. You didn't greet him, opting to just turn around, walk to the kitchen to get a bottle of cold water, and leave him to close the door on his way in.

Jungkook found this - not being greeted with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, like always - weird, to say the least. Among every single soul he had gotten to know in his two years as a college student, you had to be the kindest, sweetest, and warmest person he had ever met, which contrasted a lot with the rest of the people he knew. Most people in college, at least in the environment he was in being an athlete and belonging to a frat, got a little consumed by the freedom of being in college and away from parents and further responsibilities, and most often than not got a little presumptuous and a tiny bit too extroverted, surrendering to bad habits.

You weren't like that tho. You were still in your first year of college and hadn't experienced the tumultuous life of college parties and alcohol because (1) you didn't exactly get along with the popular people that got invited to parties and (2) even if you did get invited to parties, you didn't really like them - too many people and way too loud music. Jungkook had met you in the coffee shop you worked in. It was near college and had the best iced coffee ever. You were a pretty girl and had a cute smile so you immediately caught his attention but he didn't even try to get your number because you just emanated that quirky nerdy energy to you and that was exactly what he wasn't looking for in a girl. Basically you were far from anything close to his type. Actually, he wasn't even looking for a girl - his life was busy already and the last thing he needed was another distraction.

Still, there was no denying you when a month of stolen glances and shy smiles passed and you handed Jungkook his cup of iced coffee with your number written under his name on the name tag. He remembers panicking and not taking any advances toward you the week after you gave him your number. He didn't even go to get coffee through that week. You genuinely thought you had scarred the man away. But after he saw you in a denim skirt and a black crop top walking through uni, he couldn't help but send you a little text.

Since then you two had been casually hanging out - which was a way of saying you had been having casual sex, with absolutely no strings attached and no expectations from either side. Jungkook did consider you a friend and he thought your playful banter and fun conversations meant you also saw him as a close friend. And you two had gotten closer than a lot of Jungkook's other friends because, in his eyes, you were without a doubt the most genuine person he had ever met and you always brought a feeling of freshness with you whenever you two got together. He liked you.

He came inside your room to see what seemed like anatomy sketches and notes sprawled everywhere on your bedroom floor. "Is everything ok?" he asked once you came into your room with your water bottle. "Yeah, I've just been having a hard time focusing and decided to take a break and go take a cold shower," you said, your voice sweet as ever. You set the water bottle on top of your wooded desk and walked towards him in your tank top and tight pajama shorts. "Thought you could help me focus a little better too," you whispered, enveloping his neck with both your arms. His hands were automatically placed on your hips while his head reached down to gently kiss you on the lips.

You guided him to seat on the edge of your bed while still kissing him and straddled his lap with your legs on each side of his hips, feeling his big hands groping the flesh of your thighs. You griped the thin dark hairs on the bottom of his head and pulled them a little, smiling against Jungkook's lips when he gasped against you at the little pull.

Jungkook wasn't exactly convinced that everything was okay and that you were just having trouble focusing. He knew you struggled with anxiety and could get a little too lost in your studies, even forgetting to take care of yourself.

You felt Jungkook's hand land on your right arm to pull you back a little "W-wait y/n, is everything okay? Have you eaten today?" he asked, watching your brows furrow and your legs starting to get off of his lap. You stood up, the annoyance was obvious on your expression and Jungkook had never even seen an ounce of that on you.

"Why do you care?" you asked, angry but still wearing the same quiet and sweet as honey tone of voice. "Listen, I really have to study. I called you here for a reason but if you're not in the mood, you should go. I have things to do and I don't want to waste my tim-"

"Ok, ok," Jungkook muttered seeing as your face started getting red and your behavior became more and more erratic and restless. "Come back here," he reached for your hand, pulling you into him once again and forcing you to sit back on his lap. And you did, looking down at your hands while Jungkook placed his hands on your hips and stayed quiet, just looking at you with a soft look in his eyes.

"I'm fine, I just need to relieve some tension," you quietly explained, fidgeting with your fingers like a little kid on Jungkook's lap.

"I get it," he whispered as his lips started puckering little kisses all the way from your cheek to the skin of your neck. You rested your arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer and letting him suckle on your neck. "I'll make you feel good."

In a second his hands were under your tank top, fondling your braless chest while you rolled your hips down into his, moaning into his hair as you felt his hardening length poking your leg. You reached down his back grabbed his sweatshirt and tugged it up to try and get it on your floor. Sensing your struggle with his clothes, Jungkook maneuvered to free himself of his sweatshirt and rid you of your tank top too. Almost automatically Jungkook's mouth was on your right nipple, his tongue massaging it and teasing you with little bites, while his hand fondled your other breast. You tilted your head back in pleasure, letting out breathy moans of Jungkook's name to which he buckled his hips up.

Soon both your sleeping shorts and his jeans were next to the rest of your clothing and Jungkook's fingers were cupping your heat. "God, you're so wet," Jungkook whimpered feeling the wetness already sipping through your panties, immediately pulling them to the side and running two of his fingers through your slit. “Bet you spent the whole day thinking of my cock, haven’t you?”

You nodded and hissed at the feeling of Jungkook inserting two of his fingers inside you abruptly, and pumping them in and out in a fast motion, not even giving you the time to adjust. Everything about Jungkook was big - his height, his cock, his fingers. Two of his fingers were thicker that three of yours, which was all you could handle when you played with yourself, but whenever you and Jungkook got together you knew you needed the preparation.

"I need you," you whined and he chuckled, husky and teasing, with his plump lips just beside your ear. You reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to reveal his hard shaft, that hit his abdomen. So close to you you could feel its heat. You humped your hips against his thighs, trying to get some friction after he removed his fingers from your pussy, and heard Jungkook groan, feeling the urgency in your hasty movements, watching the desire in your eyes, and earing the neediness in your high-pitched moans.

“You think you can take me already?” he asked, half serious, half teasing, and you nodded quickly, watching the smug grin on Jungkook’s face grow.

You always got so lost whenever Jungkook was near. His presence alone was intoxicating. He was able to overpower the habitual struggle of always reaching for something, always aiming to be someone. He allowed you to be whoever you were. He allowed you to be no one if that's what you wanted - he always managed to make you feel hyperaware of every single sensation that sparked through your body and that was enough. With Jungkook, you could fall apart. He'd be the death of you and you'd let him.

He reached down, grabbing your hips and lifting you a little so his dick would align with your entrance. He let you fall suddenly so his entire length would penetrate you and you hissed, shutting your eyes closed at the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times you two did this, you'd never get used to Jungkook's size. He reached his hand in between your sweaty bodies and quickly found your clit, rubbing quick circles against the hard nub.

"C'mon baby, move," he groaned before thrusting his hips up harshly. You cried out and he moved forward to envelop your waist in his arms, pressing light feathery kisses against your temple. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my dick."

You settled your knees on the space next to his hips, on each side, finding support to move on top of him, and placed your tiny hands on Jungkook's strong shoulders. You moved your body all the way up slowly until only his tip was inside of you. And then started moving back down at the same slow pace, defeatedly crying out at the size of him. "That's it, slow and steady baby," his voice guttural as his lips ghosted on yours, barely touching.

You repeated the motion, starting to fasten your pace when the burn of his size subsided and all that was left was the pleasure of feeling completely full of his cock. "You fill me up so good, Kook,” you whimpered and heard the deep groan Jungkook left out. He was losing patience. Jungkook wasn't a patient man and you knew that the pace at which you could comfortably ride him wasn't the pace he could reach when he was in control. Jungkook was an animalistic lover, going fucking feral whenever he got to be inside your pussy. You could see the self-control in his expression, the clenched jaw, shut eyes, and furrowed brows said it all for you.

It didn't take long until his self-control went out the window. All it took was a loud cry of his name out your mouth when you rolled your hips in a certain way so that your clit would rub against his pelvis. He thrust his hips up roughly, his abs clenching and let out a high-pitched whimper at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He then planted his feet firmly against the floor of your bedroom and leaned back, laying himself down on the matters and bringing your forwards with him. He placed both his hands on your ass cheeks, grabbing them hard and spreading them to start to fuck up into you, setting the pace that he wanted, rough and fast. You leaned forward, clinging to every single portion of skin you could touch, screaming out moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, love this pussy so much, always so warm and tight," he groaned into your hair and grabbed your waist so he could lay you down on the mattress, now on your back. He settled between your legs, grabbing your thighs and opening them as wide as they could possibly go, aligning himself with your hole, and going back to fucking you mercilessly. His eyes fluttered and the drag of your velvety walls against the sensitive skin of his dick, and his lips brushing against yours.

Jungkook groaned at the sound of your wet pussy sucking his cock in, reaching his hand up to roughly grab your face, forcefully pressing his fingers against your jaw. Your teary eyes locked with his lustful ones just for him to messily press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You couldn't keep up with his pace. You never could and you loved it that way. You loved just how messy he always made you. You loved how he used your body like you were a lifeless fuck doll, with little to no care about how you felt. You loved it just the way he did it. You loved to be fucked hard and fast.

Jungkook got on his knees, grabbing both your legs to support them on his shoulders, chasing his own pleasure. He reached so deep inside of you in the new position you felt your eyes roll back. His eyes opened and he took your fucked out figure in - teary eyes, heavy breaths, plump red lips wet with drool, wild messy hair, sweaty shiny skin, his dick poking your tummy every time he went in deep. You're so tiny compared to him, sometimes he wonders how you could take his huge cock like you always do.

"You're perfect, so fucking beautiful," he whispered reaching forward to bring his lips to yours. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips, his hips still pistoning against yours. "Such a pretty, pretty girl," he whined against your lips before pressing another kiss to them, this one softer and lighter. You brought your hands up his back, scratching him in the process and he let out a breathy moan, whiny and needy.

"Fuck Kook, I'm almost there," you cried out and Jungkook reached between your bodies to rub your clit. Gasps and moans flew out your mouth as he fastened his pace.

"Come for me, princess," and you do, going over the edge quickly after you feel his fingers pinching your clit, your pussy squelching every time he bottoms out while his fingers continued circling your sensitive nub. You feel his pace slowing down and his cock throbs from the feeling of your pussy tightening around his dick. He pulled back to watch the point where your bodies connected, the way his shiny cock went all the way in and out until only his tip was left, and then back to the warmth of your pussy, and the way your juices coated the whole length of his dick and pooled on your ass too to the point where your sheets were soaked.

Jungkook grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly and going back to the furious pace he'd set earlier, chasing an orgasm of his own, not caring at all about how overstimulated you were. You gasped and clenched the sheets under you in your fists, biting your bottom lip.

"Open your mouth," Jungkook groaned, leaning forward closer to your face. You did as told and soon after he spit in your mouth,, a bit of drool hitting your cheek instead of your mouth and he instantly feels your walls tightening once again around his cock. You instantly swallow it and he's caught off guard when you gather the spit on your cheek onto your finger and suck it clean. "Such a fucking slut," he moaned and felt his cock throb inside you. His brain was heady with lust and he could think of nothing except for your pussy. He couldn't control the volume of his moans when you reached down to rub your clit, warning him of a second orgasm. He loses it, rutting into you like a desperate beast until ribbons of white cum are spewing out of his dick and stuffing you full. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge once again and you're gasping and crying out along with him, as the tightening of your walls prolongs his high.

Jungkook fell heavy on top of you and your hands were quickly directed to his dark locks of hair, now partially drenched in sweat. You felt his heavy breaths against the skin of your neck and his panting chest against yours.

"Was I too rough?" he asked after a few minutes of just laying there and recomposing his breathing paces.

"No, it was just what I needed," you answered and he chuckled, pressing a quick peck against your neck, tickling you.

"Can I stay the night? Don't feel like driving back home," he asked, finally getting off you to lay on his back, next to you instead.

"I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight," you answered nuzzling your face against Jungkook's chest. "You can sleep here though, no problem."

"What do you mean you're not gonna sleep tonight?" he asked, his voice sounding a lot more worried already. "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I have an exam on friday and I couldn't study properly the whole day, so I'll study now."

"Y/n, you need to rest. You spent the whole weekend studying. You're coming to sleep with me now," he argued, standing up from your bed and trying to grab your hand to take you to take a bath.

"Kook, I already said I have to study. You're not entitled to just tell me what to do. I already decided I will spend the night studying and you can't tell me not to!" you snapped and Jungkook raised his hands in defeat. He moved and started to grab his clothes and get dressed, while you sat up on your bed. "What are you doing?"

"Going home. If you already decided you're gonna spend the night studying like a fucking maniac I might as well go sleep in my own bed," he grumbled and you just watched him getting dressed, trying to figure out if this was your fault or if he was being an actual asshole for not respecting your schedules.

"Are you seriously getting mad at me because I need to study?"

"I'm not mad y/n," he sighed. "I just think that you can't take care of yourself for shit. I'm sure all you've eaten since Friday was a fucking apple and two protein bars and you're probably running on two hours of sleep. And now I try to help and you lash out at me?" he expresses his anger in the calmest way possible and his eyes don't express anything other than worrisome. "I'm going home, now. Do whatever you want," he said, coming closer to you, that were still seating down on your bed, and leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. He was angry but he wouldn’t just leave without a kiss because that would just give you something else to overthink about. He always kissed your forehead on his way out.

He was driving towards his house but you still persisted in his mind. Had you slept at all throughout the whole weekend? And what exactly had you eaten in the last two days? Also, tomorrow was Monday and your first class was at 9AM from what he remembered from the timetable you had stuck on your bedroom door. So how were you planning on not sleeping?

He doesn't remember making any rational decision to stop in front of a convenience store to buy two boxes of instant chicken noodles and a pack of tea bags. He didn't exactly think it through. It was just a random thought that popped out and he just did it, like it was second nature to take care of you.

Suddenly, he was back at your door, knocking on the door, to find you already washed up, and brushing your teeth. "Wha- are yo-doin- here?" you asked, words muffled from the toothbrush in your mouth.

"I brought noodles because you actually have to eat something and you're having a cup of tea after to calm your nerves, so you can come to bed with me. Does that sound good?"

"Kook-"

"I don't even care, you have no choice. You are going to sleep tonight. I'm not letting you fuck up your body and your health over an exam," he interrupted you, already angry and the furrowed brows were back to tell you that he wasn't taking no for an answer anytime soon. And then he turned his back to you, walking towards your tiny kitchen to start cooking the noodles, apparently still angry.

You finished brushing your teeth and then walked up to Jungkook, a huge smile on your face that he didn't see because his broad back was turned to you. You enveloped his waist with your arms.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you whispered and he turned back to you, picking you up to take you in his arms as if you were a total baby as your legs circled his torso.

"Well, someone has to," he answered with a teasing smile on his lips, and you quickly leaned forward to kiss it away. "Now, you're staying up here. I don't know to which extent you won't just faint from how long you haven't eaten if I put you down."

Eventually, he did let you down and you two finished cooking together. After you ate together in comfortable silence he made you tea, which you drank in the warmth of your bed and then you laid down as he wrapped your body in his arms.

"Oh I forgot to tell you," you exclaimed from the space between Jungkook's shoulder and neck, where your face was nuzzled. "You're a great stress relief, I'll start calling you every time I'm having a nervous breakdown," you laughed and Jungkook's arms got tighter around you.

"You know you can, right? Call me if you are having a nervous breakdown, I mean," he whispered against your hair.

When you and Jungkook started hanging out, it wasn’t suposed to unvolve any kind of commitment. You were studying medicine and he was an athlete. You both had busy lives and a relationship was the last thing you needed. Everyone needed good sex from time to time tho, so that’s what you agreed on.

But you meant a lot more that just sex to Jungkook. And Jungkook’s meant a lot more than sex to you.

“I will, from now on.” you whispered, looking him in the eye and sending him a gentle smile.

It was in the way Jungkook’s arms were the most comfortable place you could think of even if you thought of your own home. There was no other place you’d rather be, when you’re in his arms. Nothing felt more like home than his arms. And it’s in the way the smell of your hair and the tone of your voice lifted the weight Jungkook was used to carry on his shoulders throughout the whole week. He could relax completely around you. He knew that when he was with you there was no pressure. You accepted him just the way he was. It’s in the way you loved when Jungkook’s eyes shone brighter when he talked about his passions or in the way he loved to take you to new restaurants because he couldn’t get enough of you childishly humming and dancing to random songs when you tasted food you liked.

It was in the way you just laid down that night and stared at each other for minutes on end, not saying a word. And in the way he moved his hand to run his fingers through your hair. And in the way you roamed your eyes throught his face, just to end up kissing his lips gently. And in the way you just closed your eyes, going to sleep with your arms around each other.

It all meant a lot more, and you both knew it.

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[cerisekoo]

med school!jungkook or doctor jeon fresh out of med school (i want him young 😖). he follows the code, but once he has you as his patient, he abuses of his power on you🤍 don't worry, he's just doing his job!

ahhh yes the fresh out of med school dr jeon. just around 26 years old but all those years of school he just wants to be able to make sure it was worth it.

and then he met you. one of his first patients that isn’t old enough to be his mother. he swears he’s never seen someone so….innocently sexy.

you came in for a check up as he was filling in for your regular doctor. you couldn’t help but feel nervous because you could tell he was def the same age as you maybe a little older than you.

that’s when you realized he was getting a bit too comfortable during his examination- constantly going back and forth between each one of your plump breasts, squeezing and groping then. your nipples hard under his big cold hands. you feel his breathing get heavier when he removes your bra without asking you

“don’t worry i have to do this with all female patients your age. it’s normal.”

you brushed it off until you felt him reach under your skirt prodding his fingers at your mound. you tried to push his hand away but he was too strong :( you had no other choice but to let what he was doing continue

#cerisekoo #cerisekoo: inbox #cerisekoo hard thoughts #i’d take him as my doctor any day #med school jeon 🤭 #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook hard thought

[sweetcarrotsandroses97]

~ The Meeting Of Minds | pilot | JJK

Pairing: doctor! Jungkook x doctor! fem! Reader

Summary: You start working at Hanyang University Teaching Hospital as the new member of the diagnostician team under the watchful eyes of the arrogant Doctor Jeon Jungkook. You'll have to stick around to find out Doctor Jungkook's true nature and perhaps figure him out. If you didn’t grow to hate him first, that is.

Warnings: doctor! AU, grumpy x sunshine! AU, SLOWBURN sarcasm, dark humor (it will get darker), mentions of sickness, mentions of treatments, Jungkook is an ass, cussing (like once), oc is described to be shorter than Koo, oc wears perfume, mentions of food, this is a light chapter tbh, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.1k words

A/N: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the pilot of my new series! I hope you are excited about this new project of mine. This will be a looong series to begin with, filled with long chapters and lots of dark humour. löl

This was inspired by the American series "Dr. House" as I recently started to watch it (again) and well, this came out. I really hope you will enjoy it and will look forward to more of our medical duo!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

The soft tick tack of the clock on the wall was the only thing that could be heard in the spacious office among the dry sound of someone playing with a yoyo. The lights were off, people walked outside of the hall, not paying attention to the eccentric doctor who waited to clock out of work as soon as it was five sharp.

The door to his office opened and a loud sigh was heard before the sweet voice of the man at the door spoke.

"Dr. Jeon, Seokjin wants to see you."

With an abrupt movement, Jungkook caught the yoyo before he stood up with lethargic movements, already dreading to meet his boss and Dean of Medicine of the hospital he worked at.

"What now? Is he going to pester me again about the clinic?"

Taehyung, the man at the door and a kind nurse at Hanyang University Teaching Hospital shrugged as he pressed his lips in a thin line. The doctor sighed, making his way out of the office without another word.

While walking through the corridors, he felt the eyes of the staff on him. How they somehow felt intimidated by his emotionless aura. Jungkook didn't care. He has never cared to begin with. But he wasn't going to deny it came to be uncomfortable from time to time. And all because of what? Because he didn't like visiting his patients? What a crappy excuse to hide their distaste.

"What do you want, Seokjin?"

Said Jungkook in an almost demanding voice as he entered the office of his superior. Seokjin sighed to himself, running a hand through his hair before he stood up.

"Have you ever heard about knocking?"

"Well, I have now. Thanks for the enlightening experience."

Seokjin rolled his eyes, already on edge at the attitude of the slightly younger doctor before him.

"You owe me your clinic hours."

Jungkook let out a deep breath, taking out his zippo lighter from his pant's pocket as he flipped the lid on and off, on and off and on and off again.

"Are you really going to lecture me right now? I have work to do, Seokjin."

The latter pursed his lips together, annoyance bubbled within him at the audacity Dr. Jeon had to speak that way to his very own superior and boss.

"Don't provoke me, Jeon. You'll do three hours a day and since you delayed it for two years, I'm adding an extra four years to compensate for the time lost."

Jungkook frowned, closing his lighter abruptly with a dry sound that resonated across the walls of the nearly empty office.

"I can always resign."

A smirk painted itself over Seokjin's plump lips as he gazed at the doctor in front of him with subtle arrogance over his dark eyes.

"I sign your paychecks and you signed a contract with this hospital. Besides, no-one would hire you. You are hideous to work with, Jeon."

Jungkook let out a groan, visibly irritated at how his day had turned into.

"If that was all you wanted to say, I'll be in my office questioning my entire existence."

Seokjin let out a soft chuckle, happy with himself at Jungkook's annoyance. Sometimes, the young doctor needed a taste of his own medicine.

"Dr. Jeon,"

He stopped at arms length from the glass door. Closing his eyes in utter exasperation before he turned around and glared at Seokjin.

"your immunologist has been selected. She'll be with you in an hour or two."

Jungkook frowned, putting his lighter back in his pocket as he took a step forward, never breaking eye contact.

"She?"

He lifted an eyebrow and Seokjin nodded, shoving his hands in his white coat as he elaborated further.

"Oh, yes. You'll love her. She's quite a darling, actually. Very professional too."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning around to exit the office for once as he mumbled under his breath a single sentence Seokjin was too far away to actually hear.

"We'll see."

And with that, his hand grabbed the metal handle and he opened the door, turning around abruptly to go back to his office and silently wait until it was five o'clock so that he could leave when he suddenly felt someone collide with him.

Jungkook let out a soft grunt at the impact before his hands automatically went to stabilise the person whose scent invaded his senses like a thick fog on a summer morning.

The smell of Miss Dior suffocated him as he looked down at the woman who blinked in confusion before she began apologising profusely.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

You looked up with wide eyes and slightly parted lips only to meet the intense gaze of a tall man with dark hair and doe eyes that were as cold as ice. His hands held your waist with a firm grip while your hands rested on his forearms.

"Obviously you weren't looking."

You gulped, taking a step back from him. Forcing his large hands to leave your form before you bent down and picked up the -luckily- still container of fresh salad as well as some papers you dropped when you collided with the handsome stranger.

"Again, I am deeply sorry for-"

But when you looked up, he was already gone. You caught a glimpse of him rounding a corner before he disappeared from your line of sight, leaving you to sigh to yourself as you stood up and entered Seokjin's office.

Wordlessly you walked over to the desk, head down as you placed the files and the food down.

"I see you have already met Dr. Jeon."

You looked up at the older male as your cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at his insinuation. He probably saw everything from the commodity of his office.

"That- that was Dr. Jeon?"

He chuckled at the surprise in your voice. Seokjin was well aware of the reputation Jungkook had in the hospital. It was actually one of the main reasons why he didn't fire him despite his bitter demeanour and ironic comments that balanced between sarcasm and rudeness. A line very thin he crossed more times than he could count.

"Don't worry about him! He'll love you."

You sent him a nervous smile, not actually knowing what to do with yourself as you were caught up in such an awkward situation.

"I bet he will."

Those words left your lips in a soft murmur, only meant for you to hear but, despite your efforts, they brought a smile to Seokjin's face.

"Where's Jeon?"

Doctor Min Yoongi asked with a tint of irritation in his normally calm voice while he spinned his pen between his fingers. Doctor Jimin cleared his throat, organising his papers before he commented in his soft voice to ease the tension that had suddenly risen in the office.

"Have you all heard of the new immunologist? Seokjin said she'll be joining us today. I heard she's beautiful."

At that last sentence, Yoongi sighed deeply while Hoseok, a doctor who worked in the ER, chuckled.

"You find every single woman beautiful, Jimin."

That latter rolled his eyes, a soft smile painting over his rosy and plump lips before the door opened and the attention fell over your figure. You held yourself with elegance yet sympathy in your movements.

"I'm sorry, is this the diagnostician team office? Dr. Seokjin left me in the middle of the corridor so that he could go and get one of those tuna sandwiches."

A tall man with hazelnut coloured hair and a charming heart-shaped smile approached you.

"Yes it is. Are you looking for someone?"

You nodded, mirroring his gentle smile as you spoke with confidence laced in your words.

"Yes. I'm Doctor Lee (y/n) and I am here to work on Doctor Jeon's team."

Hoseok turned around slowly and sent Jimin a surprised look before his attention was back on you.

"You are certainly in the right place, Doctor Lee. Let me introduce you to the team."

Jungkook walked toward the office where a meeting had started twenty minutes ago. His team was probably already there and waiting for him. With heavy yet quick steps, he travelled across the large hospital, navigating through its halls as if he lived there. In a way, he did. From nine to five that was his life.

When Jungkook entered the diagnostician team office, he smelled it again. That lovely perfume he had detected two hours ago when he was leaving Seokjin's office. Miss Dior. He recognised the perfume immediately and it only took him another second to look up to spot that woman from before now sitting next to Doctor Min.

"Where were you? The meeting started twenty minutes ago."

Asked Doctor Park as he fixed his glasses over the bridge of his nose. Jungkook sighed, walking over to the whiteboard they had in the room before he faced his team once more.

"Smoke break."

He simply stated. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. To him it was, at least. You looked at Jimin in front of you, asking him silently if it would be a good opportunity to introduce yourself now to which he replied with a subtle nod and an almost invisible smile. You took a deep, silent breath in before you stood up.

"Good evening, Doctor Jeon. I'm Doctor Lee (y/n), I'm sure Seokjin told you about me. I am to work under you."

Jungkook turned to look at you. The rumours he had heard about the new immunologist were true for you were indeed rather beautiful. Not that he was going to point that out now but still...

"I know who you are. We met earlier today, remember?"

"I... uh-"

He narrowed his eyes at you, as if he were scrutinising you. Analysing you even. And something in his intense gaze made you shiver.

"Don't worry, Seokjin told me everything I need to know about you, Doctor Lee. Just do me a favour and do not keep bumping into people in the hospital, it can cause quite the drama sometimes."

Your cheeks flushed at his comment. So he did see you. He did remember. You didn't say anything further before sitting down on your chair.

"Doctor Jung, what do we have?"

Completely disregarding the last subject, Jungkook spoke with a monotonous voice. Making all eyes go to Hoseok who cleared his throat before saying.

"The antibiotics on the 401 patient are working accordingly and we are seeing progress on the damaged tissue. We believe he'll be discharged in five to seven days at most."

Silence stretched into the room.

"If that was all, you could have sent me a text."

Doctor Jeon spoke with bitterness before he began walking towards the entrance way.

"Where are you going?"

Asked Yoongi, the cardiologist sitting next to you. With all eyes on him, Jungkook opened the door and simply said.

"It's five o'clock."

And with that, he was out of the door before he walked down the hallway. Doctor Min let out a dry chuckle, picking up his notebook as he stood up.

"He took that long-ass "smoke break" only to cut this meeting short. Typical."

You looked around confused. This was certainly not the way you were used to work. Let alone call it your first experience in a new hospital. Yoongi and Hoseok left the office room, leaving you and Jimin alone as the latter put his glasses on their respective case before he stood up as well.

"Wait, what just happened?"

Jimin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he gazed down at you with tender yet tired eyes.

"That's how he is. Trust me, you'll get used to his antics."

You blinked, still confused as to what just this so-called meeting was.

"I don't understand, Doctor Jeon seemed to know what he's doing."

Jimin let out a soft chuckle. Almost as if his laugh alone was a spoonful of honey.

"Oh, believe me, he does. How else do you think he had kept his job for so long?"

You nodded slowly at that before you, too began picking up your notebook and pocketed your phone. Jimin and you left the office in silence but you just couldn't stop thinking about the eccentric and almost rude doctor that was now your boss yet was as well incredibly handsome yet seemed to have swallowed the most bitter caramel there ever was.

You'll have to stick around to find out Doctor Jeon Jungkook's true nature and perhaps figure him out. If you didn’t grow to hate him first, that is.

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

February/25/2025

~Drabbles are open for this AU!

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Do Your Worst

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, love triangle, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

warnings: swearing, sexual teasing, dirty talk, jk & oc make a sex tape, oral (f receiving), bratty oc, dom!jk, spanking, rough sex, angst

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“Fuck,” Jungkook growls against your lips, his inked hands hungrily roaming your curves as he figures out how rid your body of the red bikini standing in his way. When he finds the string he’s looking for he tugs it hard and your tits bounce freely against his bare wet chest, a soft moan escapes you at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. He’s throwing your top behind him somewhere on the wooden floor when he pulls away from you, eyes fixed to yours with a devilish smile, “Remind me to take you away more often, you look so fucking good in a bikini.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pant, gripping the nape of his neck so you can pull him impossibly closer and smash his lips against yours in a series of desperate messy kisses. By this point his hands and mouth are all over your body, groping, kissing, caressing, licking, tickling, biting – he’s craving every form of contact with you as he walks you backwards towards the Queen sized bed in the centre of the room.

Bora Bora is a beautiful place, in fact it’s more than just a place it’s actual an paradise, a real heaven on earth. Tonight is your last night here after spending the week in a gorgeous hut built slightly above the water, only a two minute walk from the beach. Jungkook had finally sealed the deal of the millennium at work and so this was his way of celebrating – an all inclusive holiday with his sugar baby, which meant three things had pretty much ruled your entire time here: sun, sand, and lots of sex. Of course there was the occasional excursion like swimming with dolphins, snorkelling, late-night jet ski rides on the ocean, romantic afternoons on a private rented boat, Jungkook even went cage diving with sharks yesterday but you refused to get off the boat and join him. Much to his amusement.

“Jungkook...” You moan.

“So fucking needy, you want me to fuck you that bad?” He pushes you on the bed, eyes dark and blown out with desire as he watches you get comfortable, slowly spreading your legs in anticipation, giving him the perfect view of your barely clothed core. “We fucked in the shower this morning, and on that boat this afternoon.” He smirks at the memory, as do you.

“Please, I want you so bad.” You pout, feigning your best whiny little brat voice because you know exactly what it does to him.

He falls onto the bed in the space you’ve created for him between your legs, catching his weight above you on his strong tattooed arms, “Is that so?” He looks so fucking good, his hair is still damp from the late night swim you’d had and tiny water beads glisten all over his toned, muscular body.

Nodding in agreement you quietly say, “I want you to fuck me until I’m bruised, til I can’t walk, til I’m begging you to stop.” Though your tone oozes seduction, you’re looking up at him through long sultry eyelashes with an innocent expression. You’re almost certain you see the exact moment something inside him snaps, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he processes your words, mouth agape, completely focussed on you.

Finally he chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your jaw, “You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done Y/N.”

“Oh I do.” A light moan escapes you, the feeling of his mouth trailing lewd kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, and then to the valley between your breasts feels too fucking good. “That’s why I said it.” The smugness in your voice dies at the back of your throat as soon as his tongue finds your nipple, smoothing out his wet muscle over it painfully slow, repeatedly, until you’re throwing your head into the pillows while you repeatedly whisper his name.

“Always have a witty remark waiting for me,” He murmurs against your skin, lips tugged up to a playful smile, “Such a brat.”

“Touch me Jungkook… Please.” You whimper, buckling your hips up for any kind of contact, your damp bodies rapidly drying due to the new found heat that surges within you, fuelled by lust. A wicked idea springs to mind that has you suppress a small giggle, “Or should I say, touch me daddy.”

“No daddy tonight, just me and you baby.” He’s quick to dismiss you with a tone that’s serious yet light, his pet name for you makes you weak at the knees and only more desperate for more of him. Fuck, this was the best trip you’d ever had. “Just me and you Y/N.” He whispers.

The sound of your name being breathed against your skin sends a hot shiver down your spine, heat rushes through your body and you decide to take matter into your own hands, gripping the back of his hair to pull his head up to face you, “Jungkook…” You whine shamelessly, he’s grinning now, “Please fuck me now, I want you so bad.”

A possessive growl rumbles inside his chest, his eyes hooded and fixated on your face, “So impatient, I want to take my time with you tonight.”

“You say that every night.”

“And one of these days you’re actually gonna let me do exactly what I want to you, without being a brat about it.”  

That gets your attention, as much as you hate to admit it he does have a point – you did have a knack for speeding up the series of events in the bedroom, you’re impatient, you want him and you don’t see the point in waiting for it when you both know that’s how it’s going to end anyway. It’s been two months since you’d first fucked Jungkook and finally curiosity gets the better of you, perhaps it’s the romantic beach hut clouding your judgement but you’re nodding slowly with dark, sinful eyes.

“Fine, take your time.” You plant a soft open-mouthed kiss to his lips which he reciprocates, your forehead pressed against his, “Do your worst.”

“Oh Y/N…” Jungkook breathes out with a bright smile that lights up the room, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

And just like that you’re completely naked, wrists bound to the headboard, on complete display for him and him only. His hands ghost the bend of your waist, tracing down to your hips until for seemingly no reason at all he stands from the bed and saunters to his suitcase,

“You can always say no,” He begins nervously, “If you’re not comfortable with any of this you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay…” You’re confused, trying to figure out what he’s gathering from his bag but he’s too far away for you to work it out. “What’s that?”

He holds up a silver video camera with a nervous expression, “Remember you don’t have to say yes, only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Oh. Heat pools your core at the idea of being filmed like this, knowing that he’ll watch back the footage and touch himself while remembering what this night felt like. You swallow, maybe it’s not a good idea to do this because of how well-known he is, but as you watch his cock harden beneath his swim shorts at the mere sight of you, the irrational side of your brain takes over and does the talking for you. This is fucking hot.

“Do you want to film us so you can watch it back and touch yourself?” You tease, unable to hide the smug smirk tugging your lips. “Do you usually think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Behave.” He chuckles to himself, standing at the foot of the bed, “It’s just an idea, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You bite your lip.

“It’s for my personal…viewing, and yours too. This is for us and nobody else, okay?” He props the camera up on a nearby set of drawers that will capture the whole bed and surrounding area on film. “I promise.”

Your chest swells at the way he’s looking at you, silently asking permission once more until you nod. “I trust you.” You breathe, and he finally presses record before making his way back over to your naked frame, tied up and turned on, more than ready for him.

It’s just sex, you remind yourself as he slowly crawls over you and presses his lips to yours in the most mind-blowing feverish yet soft kiss you’ve ever experienced. His tongue moves against yours with such passion your head starts to spin, the noise of the ocean waves fades to nothing and you forget all about the video camera. A muffled moan betrays you when he rolls his hips against your throbbing core which earns him to smile against your lips, fuck, it’s just sex you tell yourself again and again and again in your own personal mantra until the words don’t sound real anymore.

Sitting back on his knees Jungkook carefully holds your foot, bringing it to his face as he gently kisses the inside of your ankle, leaving a trail of saliva behind when he slowly makes his way up to your knee with sweet small kisses. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice is so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

The tender kisses gradually get higher and higher until he’s reached your inner thigh, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he sinks down to where you craved him most. Usually sex with him is hot and heavy, or steamy and sensual but the dynamic between you both had never felt this emotional before – the atmosphere feels thick with untold truths as he takes his time, his breath is hot against your core but he still doesn’t dig right in like he usually does, he’s peppering your folds with dainty kisses and you’re dying from the anticipation.

“Jungkook…” You whisper, gaze stuck to the sight of his big brown doe-eyes peering up at you from between your legs, a sight that would be burned into your memory forever. The energy in the room is different this time, as is the look in his eyes.

“Do you want me?” He whispers back and you flinch from the heat of his breath.

“Always.” The fainted smile ghosts your lips.

“Always.” He repeats, everything about this moment feels intimate and you have to look away from him and remind yourself once more – it’s just sex, it’s not real, it’s a business arrangement, it’s just sex, none of these feelings you’re feeling are real.

All of a sudden his tongue is gingerly licking your aching clit, you gasp from your own sensitivity and look down at him once again, he’s still gazing at your face all while softly swirling his tongue against you. It’s slow, it’s sensual and it’s everything you didn’t realise you wanted until this very moment. He’s solely focussed on your pleasure, watching your body writhe because of him, the sound of your wetness against his mouth fills the air, along with your ragged breathing and soft moans.

“Perfect.” He mumbles against your skin, this feels so personal that you begin to feel overwhelmed, butterflies gnaw your stomach along with your upcoming orgasm. It’s one particularly harsh suck from his part that stops you from getting into your own head, your eyes roll back into your skull as a loud moan falls from your lips.

“Does that feel good Y/N?” He envelops the sensitive bundle of nerves in his hot mouth, continuing to suck and lap up your pussy, keeping the pace relaxed. It feels as though your body is on fire, you feel heavy and full of tension that threatens to be released already.

“So-, so good.” You throw your head back, your hands are bound by a black leather belt looped through the headboard, you struggle against it as you continue to writhe around on the bed in sync with the way he’s pressing his tongue against you, swirling it over nub over and over until you’re a moaning mess. His hands grip your hips, dragging you down to his face.

Thankfully Jungkook senses you’re close and deepens his ministrations into something fuelled entirely by desire and the need to get you off – he doesn’t speed up but he sucks harder, his tongue presses against you harder, his face is buried between your legs but he pushes himself even closer, his nose, his chin, his mouth everything bears down on you harder as a white hot release comes crashing down on you.

“Oh fuck!” You shriek, “I’m gonna-“ Your toes curl against the cool bed sheets as you come all over his face with a guttural moan, your clit is throbbing between his lips and you’re seeing stars in a complete state of euphoria. Your slick coats his chin and the tops of your thighs, it’s trickling down to the bedsheets as you ride out your high. “Jungkook, ah-“ You hiss, legs twitching from the overstimulation. He releases you from his mouth with a loud pop and gets to work removing his swim shorts.

“See?” He chuckles as his cock springs free, he’s so hard that you fear it’s painful to him, he strokes himself twice as he clambers on top of you and sinks his mouth to your breasts, “Sometimes taking your time isn’t such a bad thing, you sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes with a playful expression, the tension in the room is familiar now – you can tell by the way he’s desperately biting and licking and kissing your tits that he wants you bad. Only lust radiates from his muscular frame now, you’re both hopelessly addicted to each other and can’t wait any longer. “Fuck me, please fuck me now.”

“What did I say about you not being a brat tonight?” He reminds you with breathy laughter against your collarbone, you can feel that his smile is so wide that your heart hammers against your chest. Before you have the chance to respond his mouth smashes against yours in a lewd messy kiss, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. “Behave yourself for once, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Oh really?” You giggle against his lips.

“Y/N.” He warns, gripping your jaw with one hand as he holds his entire weight on the other.

“Yes Jungkookie?” You whisper mockingly and he pulls back to look at you with dark hooded eyes, blown out with something indescribable. He pops the inside of his cheek with his tongue, brows raised as though he’s irritated. You suppress another giggle, he’s far too easy to wind up and you love it.

“Fine.” He says between gritted teeth in a half-smile, “You told me to do my worst?” He laughs humourlessly, his expression is serious though there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes you feel safe, “I’ll show you my fucking worst.”

In one swift movement you’re released from the headboard though your hands are still bound by the belt, he’s flipped you over onto your stomach and dragged your ass high in the air until you’re forced to rest your weight on your knees and elbows. You can feel his presence behind you, his breath is heavy as you’ve finally managed to wear him down.

“If you don’t like it tell me to stop.”

You’re still so wet from your orgasm and this new assertiveness in your fake boyfriend only excites you more, you’re dripping with arousal desperate for him to touch you.

“I will.” You glance over your shoulder and smirk to suppress a moan at the mere sight of him. He looks dangerous, he’s looking at you so hungrily that for a moment you forget how to breathe. His damp hair is pressed to his forehead, veins threaten to burst all over his huge body and your arousal still glistens against his chin. A growl rattles in Jungkook’s chest as palms the flesh of your ass cheeks with both hands, hard enough to bruise as he takes his time kneading the muscles.

“You, drive me fucking insane.” He spits, bringing his hand down to your right ass cheek in an almighty slap that fills the otherwise quiet beach hut.

“Oh.” You hiss, the cocktail of pain and pleasure is exhilarating, there’s no denying it stings and that you’ll be sore tomorrow but you like it. “You call this a punishment? Doesn’t seem so bad to me…”

“There you go again with your witty remarks, when will you learn to behave hmm?” His hand strikes you in the same spot again, only this time it’s harder, so hard that tears begin to cloud your vision. But it feels so good, so sinfully good.

“I always behave.” You whimper, face sinking into the silk pillows.

“Is that so?” He scoffs from behind, “Because I happen to know first hand you don’t.” Another painful slap comes down on your ass, this time he moulds your cheek afterwards to dilute the sting.

“Jungkook…” You moan shamelessly, face contorted with pleasure.

“You’re gonna behave for me tonight, you’re gonna look so pretty with my cock stuffed inside you.” He cracks down on you again and this time your body jumps involuntarily, you know sitting down tomorrow is going to be impossible but you can’t find it in you to care about that right now, solely concentrated on how good this feels. “Is that what you want Y/N? My cock buried inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yes.” You push your ass back to his crotch, groaning when his hard shaft presses against your sopping folds. “Yes please.”

“So fucking needy. It’s about time you learned your lesson.” He growls as he grabs his manhood, shoving the entire thing deep into your walls without warning.

“Jungkook!” Your mouth falls open with your cries, he’s huge but you’re so wet that he slides into you effortlessly, until the crown of his cock smacks against your cervix.

“Fuck!” He grips your hips hard enough to bruise your skin, maybe even hard enough to break your bones, and pulls them back to meet his body, burying himself impossibly deeper into your heat. “You take my cock so well Y/N, like you were fucking made for it.”

Any witty retorts or brattish comments you had in mind die the second he starts moving, repeatedly slamming himself into you so deep that you can feel him in the depths of your stomach with each and every thrust.

“Do you like having my cock inside you?” His voice is hoarse between low grunts, “Is this what you had in mind baby?” There’s no need to ask him to fuck you harder, this is the hardest he’s ever fucked you and you’re completely obsessed with the way your body aches because of him.

“Yes.” Your eyes are squeezed shut against the bed, having no choice but to stay there and take your punishment. Fuck, he’s pounding you so hard that the sound of his skin slapping against your ass is so loud it’s deafening. He’s ramming you into the mattress, the grip on your hips never faltering not even for a moment.

“Do I feel good inside you? Hm?” The tone in his voice screams power, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you as you borderline sob beneath him. When you fail to answer him his right hand flies to your scalp, dragging your limp body all the way up until your back is moulded against his rock-hard abs.

“I said,” His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, he groans at the new angle, as do you, “Do I feel good inside you?”

Your head is spinning, everything about what he’s doing to you is so hot. His hand remains in your hair, holding your body in position as he’s hitting a certain sweet spot between your walls that has your stomach flipping and tightening as your body prepares for another orgasm, “Y-yes.” You offer a shaky breath.

“You’re so fucking tight, mmmph.” His left arm snakes round your waist and his hand desperately kneads your breast, holding onto it for dear life as he picks up the pace. “Feels amazing.” He pants, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“Jungkook-“ Your hands are bound in front of you, back flush against his body, head resting in his hand. The familiar heat washes over your body with each snap of his hips, growing more and more noticeable and soon it’s all you can think about. “You’re amazing.” You bite your lip, and he retaliates by sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck.

Completely under Jeon Jungkook’s spell your moans get louder, loud enough for the other people at the resort to hear, as were the smacks of his body hitting yours from behind, but you don’t fucking care, instead you’re concentrating on how extraordinary this night with him feels. It’s not long before your second high finally ignites your body and you come around his cock.

“Oh my god.” You cry, chest heaving up and down as your body convulses in his hold. Your second orgasm gives Jungkook a new sensation that has him losing his mind, you feel tighter, warmer, you’re so wet that he’s slipping in and out you as your juices spill from your body onto his.

“Holy shit.” He groans, biting down on your earlobe to suppress a string of profanities. “I’m not gonna last much longer baby.”

“Come inside me, please come inside me.” Are the words you manage to choke out between his forceful plunges deep in your pussy. You’re so sensitive and sore that you twitch with each of his movements, you feel small and weak against his frame when he reaches an all new speed. The sloppy sounds of you being railed by none other than your sugar daddy only spur him on even more, until finally after what feels like an eternity –

“Fuck, Y/N baby-, Y/N... Y/N…“ His movements slow to a gradual stop, his breath is hot against your skin as he tries to calm himself down, you can feel how hard his heart is beating when his body stills. He wraps his inked arms round your frame and releases you from the hold of his belt, your wrists ache as does your entire body but you’re too fucked out to really notice, you collapse on the bed as soon as he lets go of you.

“Are you okay?” There’s a hint of humour in his tone as he settles beside you, carefully tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“Yeah.” You pant with a content smile, turning your face to plant a soft kiss to the palm of his hand, “Feel like I should be the one paying you though, the sex is getting better and better each time. I need to start tipping you or something.” To this he gives a tired smile back, eyes scanning your face carefully before he clears his throat.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He whispers, shuffling closer, until you’re sharing the same pillow.

“Mm?” You’re in a daze, utterly lost in his almond eyes, he’s so handsome that it feels as though your heart could burst at any given moment.

“It’s about the contract.” His voice is husky, he’s gently stroking your cheek with his thumb and there’s no doubt that he notices you tense at his words.

“What about it?” You’re frowning, confused, nervous.

“The thing is,” Jungkook exhales as though he’s mentally preparing for something big to unfold. “I know that I said—”

The sound of the video camera running out of battery cuts him off, up until now you’d completely forgotten that it was recording. Heat rises to your cheeks as you glance in the direction the noise came from, the video that it just captured would’ve caught everything – how desperate you were for him to touch you, how he ate you out so sensually that you unravelled all over his face, the way he spanked and fucked you so hard that your body feels bruised. You’re embarrassed now, he’s the only man that’s ever made you feel like that, the only man you’ve ever completely lost yourself with. And now it’s on film.

“Look at that for timing.” You chuckle, fighting the urge to cringe thinking about how you must look on the footage. Jungkook stands and grabs the camera from the set of drawers, closing the view finder before carefully placing it back inside his suitcase ready for your long haul flight back home tomorrow.

“Anyway,” He starts again, but you decide you don’t want to have this conversation right now and pretend to be asleep when he gets back into bed. He knows you’ve caught feelings for him and wants to end the agreement, he knows the truth about how you feel. You can’t deal with that right now, you feel sick at the thought of losing him and so your eyes close on their own.

Selfishly you don’t want tonight to be ruined, it’s your last night in Bora Bora and up until this moment you were more than happy to be in his company, as you always are these days. Tonight isn’t the night to end things, and so you’ll fall asleep in his arms just like you’d planned to all day – you’ll deal with this when you get home.

“Y/N?” He whispers, covering your limp body with the sheets that somehow winded up on the floor. “Ah you’re asleep, nevermind,” He sighs and you hear him ruffle his hair before he gently places his arm round your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck, “Probably best I don’t tell you anyway.”

--

“How was your trip?!” Jimin’s voice is loud and somewhat overbearing, he’s stood outside your apartment building the second Yoongi dropped you and your bags off. As you’d expected. Thankfully Jungkook didn’t mention the contract again on your journey home and so you remained blissfully ignorant to the fact he probably wants to end things. The journey wasn’t awkward though, you fucked on his private jet and officially became a member of the mile high club.

Pulling your best friend in for a hug you grin brightly, “Amazing, so amazing.” You gush.

Jimin helps you with your bags and demands to know evert detail of your week away, to which you oblige and tell him everything you got up to – leaving some of the more personal parts out of course. You’re both sitting on your sofa talking about how you were too scared to cage dive with sharks when your phone buzzes in your hoodie, actually Jungkook’s hoodie pocket:

Jungkook: Thank you for an amazing week Y/N

You smile, though guilt gnaws your insides as you lock the device and choose not to respond, it’s selfish but you don’t want to start a conversation with him just in case he finds a way to mention whatever he wanted to say last night. You like having him in your life, and you plan to keep it that way for as long as you can – so you decide maybe a little bit of space is what’s needed, just enough for him to forget about the fact you have feelings for him.

“Saw Namjoon on Saturday.” Jimin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, you look to him with a surprised brow and ignore how the mention of his name brings you straight back to the despair you felt the day he ended your relationship.

“Oh, how was that?” You try to act indifferent. Annoyingly while you were dating Namjoon and Jimin were really good friends, they got along well and even your best friend was disappointed when Namjoon left the country. Of course, he took your side in absolutely everything even when you’re in the wrong, because that’s what a best friend does, so he too had spent a few months cursing his name every time you cried on his shoulder.

“Fine actually,” Jimin gives an apologetic smile, knowing that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, shoving his hands into his grey sweatpants, “He asked about you though. Like a lot.”

“Oh.” You sigh, not knowing whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. “What did he wanna know?”

“Well you didn’t hear it from me but he’s not keen on Jungkook.”

“What?” You’re frowning, they’d only crossed paths once and it was only very briefly at the hospital when your dad took ill. Thankfully he’s recovering well from his chest infection at home, under the watchful eye of your mother.

Jimin pauses, “Ah I said I wouldn’t say anything…”

“Jimin don’t do that, what the hell has he got against Jungkook?” The defensiveness in your voice surprises both you and Jimin, realistically things with Jungkook are going to end any day now and he was never really your boyfriend, yet you’re still offended that your ex doesn’t like him.

Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he nods, “Okay, here it is…” He watches your reaction carefully, “He said when he saw you again… That it was hard for him.”

“Hard for him?!” You scoff, your eyes animatedly wide, “Hard for him?! He broke my heart Jimin, you remember right? The months I spent crying over him, the nights you slept in my bed with me because I was terrified of being alone with my own thoughts… He fucking broke me.” There’s a quiver in your words that still hurts even now, “So what he doesn’t like Jungkook because I’m happier with him than I was before he left?” And there it is, the confession of a lifetime. You are happier with Jungkook, be it real or otherwise he makes you feel... complete.

“One sec.” You hold a single digit in the air, full of adrenaline and realisation as you reach for your phone. You read the message from Jungkook again and again, you toy with the idea of replying before deciding it’s a conversation you’d better have in person. “Go on.” You lock the device, throwing it haphazardly onto the sofa cushion.

“He told me that still loves you Y/N.” Jimin looks guilty as the words slip from his mouth, “He only broke up with you because he couldn’t expect you to go to Korea with him and put your own studies on hold.”

“I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat and he knew that.” At the time you were madly in love with him, you thought he was yours forever and he knew that, “So what’s his problem with Jungkook?” Even you can hear the venom oozing from your tone.

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “He… He doesn’t buy it. Apparently he knows someone that had some kind of agreement with Jungkook, and he thinks that’s what’s going on between you two.”

Oh. That’s not what you expected at all. Namjoon knows the truth about your arrangement with Jungkook. Guilt, shame and sadness washes over you, so much so that there’s a lump forming in your throat that’s difficult to keep down.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything,” Jimin throws a comforting arm round your shoulder, sensing your change in demeanour, “Me and Tae threw him off the scent pretty quick, but he thinks that he’s not right for you. He’s a billionaire playboy Y/N, Joon just… Doesn’t see it working out.”

And he’s right, there’s no way that things will work out with Jungkook the second he finds out you have feelings for him – he doesn’t date, you signed a contract making you explicitly aware of that. Namjoon has always been a smart guy, of course he figured it out.

“Are you happy? Doing what you’re doing with Jungkook?” Jimin’s question catches you off guard.

“Yeah,” You admit with a small nod, “But Jimin I… I have feelings for him. And I think he knows.”

Your best friend doesn’t seem surprised by your confession, though his profile does look vaguely disappointed. “Have you told him?”

You shake your head, unable to stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Life has a particularly funny way of fucking you over. One hand there’s Jungkook, the man you weren’t supposed to fall for – perfect in every way except for the fact he’s unwilling to commit to you. And on the other hand there’s Namjoon, the man who broke your heart, finally admitting to your best friend that he wants to commit to you. It’s all overwhelming to you.

“Y/N…” Jimin wraps his short arms round your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, “You need to tell him.”

“I know.”

“You should probably speak to Namjoon too.”

“I know.”

And so with his persuasion you muster up the courage to send one simple text message that has the power to change everything: 

Y/N: Are you free on Saturday? I think we need to talk

x

#oto #jungk0oksthighs #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook ff #jungkook series #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #boyfriend jungkook #ceo!jungkook #sugardaddy!jungkook #doctor!namjoon #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x reader angst #jungkook x y/n #bts imagine #bts fic #bts scenarios #bts x reader #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #taehyung #bts au #jungkook au

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

A small snippet from my new fic might turn it into a series …comment or send an ask to be tagged ❤️

#bts #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts fanfic bts smut #bts jungkook #jungkook jeon #doctor jungkook

[call-me-amanda]

BTS as Marvel Superheroes

💢𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗸𝗷𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗜𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗻

“SOMETIMES YOU’VE GOTTA RUN BEFORE YOU CAN WALK.”

💢𝗠𝗶𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶 𝗮𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THE ANGEL AND THE DEVIL INSIDE ME AREN’T THE SAME THING?”

💢𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗻

“YOU CAN’T DESTROY POWER. ALL YOU CAN DO IS MAKE SURE IT IS IN THE RIGHT HANDS.”

💢𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮

“WE’RE HERE TO FIGHT. AND IF YOU WANT TO STAND IN OUR WAY, WE’LL FIGHT YOU TOO.”

💢𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

"YOU ARE A GOOD MAN WITH A GOOD HEART, AND IT’S HARD FOR A GOOD MAN TO BE A KING."

💢𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲

“JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE STUMBLES AND LOSES THEIR WAY DOESN’T MEAN THEY ARE LOST FOREVER.”

💢𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗻

“WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY.”

#bts #bangtan boys #bts moodboard #bts icons #kpop moodboard #kpop #kpop aesthetic #bts aesthetic #kpop icons #marvel #iron man #ant man #spider man #black panther #captain america #doctor strange #the avengers #daredevil #superhero #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim taeyhung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #agustd #j hope #vante #rap monster

[eoieopda]

Not me stalking your whole blog because I just found you and am a little in love with you 😍 You mentioned Pokémon and I must know: which Pokémon is each member of Bangtan? (Can I be 🥭?)

oh fuck! watch me spend more time on this than i did writing foresight 😵‍💫 i’m sticking to first gen/evolutions, and going purely off vibes here. and i’m too tired to explain my thought process, so you’ll just have to trust me!!!

namjoon: mew

seokjin: pikachu

yoongi: cubone

hobi: mr. mime

jimin: it’s jigglypuff, okay??

taehyung: squirtle

jungkook: ditto

#jade speaks #anon #🥭 anon #bts #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hobi #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #it took me forever to choose and then even longer to find gifs that slightly explained the vibe #i have a doctorate and this is what my brain uses all its juice for lmao #bts as #pokemon #bts headcanons

[hjonko]

A collection of sketches / requests from friends :)

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#the8 #s.coups #svt #jungkook #bts #seventeen #david tennant #10th doctor #doctor who #charcoal brush #procreate #digital art #art #sketches

[sopebubbles]

Chapter Six

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, drug use (sleeping aid, morning after pill), mentions of previous sexual assault (nothing is discussed explicitly)

A/N: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 today's update is a bit shorter! i'm currently traveling and still wanted to make sure there was an update today! originally this chapter was 10K words, but with everything considered, it felt right to separate the scenes. as a result, i'll post an extra update this week (whenever i get home...probably in the next day or two??) i hope you enjoy! as always, i love answering comments and asks, so feel free to reach out if you have anything you want to share 🥰 thank you for being here!

Word count: 3K

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Yoongi haunted the Bangtan mansion most of the time. On nights when some of the men were out and about doing various things, he was expected to be prepared for anything. Catastrophic events were rare, since Namjoon insisted on good planning, cool heads and a reasonable amount of caution for their line of work. Nevertheless, Yoongi was typically up through the night, ready for someone to come through in need of care. 

Tonight was quiet though, and he was catching up on a bit of reading in his office with a scotch in hand when an unexpected knock came to the door. Before he could get up or even call out a response the handle turned and the door slowly opened. 

"Doc," your voice searched out for him, and he rose from his chair in surprise.

"Val, come on in." Yoongi glanced at the clock as he put down his book. A little after 2 am. You must have been having trouble sleeping. "Are you alright?"

You swallowed thickly as you glanced around the room. "You're up late."

"I'm usually up at this time. I stay up until everyone is home. Just in case," he explained, putting his hands in his pockets as he observed you shutting the door quietly behind you. 

"That's nice of you."

He shrugged. "Just doing my job."

"Do they get into trouble a lot?" 

Another shrug. "Not too much, but you never know." He chuckled. "Jungkook has more of a tendency toward bar fights than gang violence, to be frank." His eyes caught the slightest smile on your lips at that before moving on to observe other parts. "Is your arm bothering you?"

You looked down at the wound. You'd removed the bandage and the flash on your face suggested you'd all but forgotten about it. "Mm, no, it's alright."

"Are you having trouble sleeping?" He asked after a moment of silence from you. 

Your eyes widened a bit and then it was your turn to observe him. They were large and brown, and slightly red and puffy from crying you'd done hours ago. He waited patiently for your response.

"I know you're not a regular doctor but…" You began quietly and faded fast. He waited still, but you didn't go on. 

"But what?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Do you- do you honor doctor patient confidentiality?" 

The corner of Yoongi's mouth tugged up as he cocked his head a few degrees, eyes roaming over your nervous demeanor. You had something you wanted—or needed—to trust him with, and whether it was part of his code or not, he knew at that moment he would keep any secret for you. His head nodded subtly. 

"Of course. Is there something you're concerned about?" He took cautious steps toward you, but still kept several feet of distance between you.

"There's something I need. I know you don't have it on hand. But I can't leave, at least not without one of the guys and Taehyung would lose his mind and Jungkook is too damn observant and nosey, and I don't know about Hoseok but somehow he seems like the worst option…"

Yoongi couldn't help snickering as you rambled. "What is it that you need, Val?" It wasn't an impatient question. He merely wanted to stop your wheels from spinning, and he could see them grind to a halt. 

You coughed and swallowed, seemingly unable to clear the blockage in your throat. As he noticed the tick, his eyes landed on the faint bruises on your neck. He had noticed the hint of them earlier in the day, but they were more prominent now. A matching set had blossomed on your wrists too. Just as he was pondering them, you finally spoke. 

"I need a morning after pill," you forced out in a quiet rush of words. They confirmed that indeed you had suffered an act of violence earlier in the day, and Yoongi's heart shattered for you. 

He cleared his throat quietly and looked at your face, causing you to look away and he followed suit. "I don't have that here. And I can't leave at the moment. But as soon as I can get out, I'll head to a pharmacy and get what you need." There was no hesitation or judgement in his voice, only assurance. "In the meantime, I can give you something to help you sleep," he offered. 

You rubbed your right hand anxiously over your arm and nodded with a quiet, "thank you," but your eyes didn't leave the ground. 

Yoongi desperately wished he could say something to comfort you, but it seemed useless. He couldn't promise you that everything would be alright, or that you had nothing to fear. He didn't know you well enough to know if you would find solace in a friendly hug, but he figured you probably wouldn't like to be touched. He could only do what you asked, and it didn't feel like nearly enough. But he vowed silently to do anything in his power to help you through the next stages of whatever was to come. 

Calmly, he moved around his cabinets, finding the pills he was looking for. He doled out two tablets until your palm and gave you a glass of water. You tossed back the pills and gulped down every last drop before handing it back to him. Then the two of you stood awkwardly for a moment.

"Those are strong, so you should head up to bed. Sleep as much as you can, and I'll come see you in the morning." He gave you a small thin smile. 

"Thanks, Doc," you murmured as you turned toward the door. "Sorry for disturbing you."

"You didn't," he assured you. "You're welcome here anytime."

You gave him one last small, grateful smile and left. 

An hour later, Namjoon and Hoseok found Yoongi reading in the living room so that he wouldn't miss their arrival.

"Everything okay?" Yoongi asked as he slipped his bookmark between the pages. 

Namjoon nodded as he walked into the room, loosening his tie. "Everything quiet here?"

"Yeah." Yoongi cleared his throat. "I gotta go out for a little bit."

Namjoon raised his eyebrows suspiciously. It was pretty rare that Yoongi went out, and never in the middle of the night unless it was under Namjoon's orders. 

"It's nothing. I just gotta go to the pharmacy."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes incredulously. "At three in the morning?"

"It's rather time sensitive," Yoongi elaborated, only barely.

"Is there something you're out of?" Namjoon always made sure to keep things fully stocked.

Yoongi hesitated. Namjoon was an old friend, in addition to his boss, and he was never good at lying anyway, but he really wanted to keep your trust. "It's a…special circumstance."

Namjoon scoffed as he wrapped his tie around his hand. "Yoongi, what the hell is going on?" The man merely stared back at him, and now Hoseok had drawn close, intrigued, but both men gave him a look that had him backing off and heading back out the front door to drive home. "It's Val, right? What's wrong?"

"I really can't say." Yoongi scratched the back of his neck.

"Yoongi!" The boss leveled a withering stare at the smaller man.

"Namjoon, she came to me as a patient to a doctor. I can't-"

"You're not a real doctor!" Namjoon reminded him vehemently.

"You can't tell me you don't want to protect her as much as I do. That's why you kept what you learned about her to yourself the other night." Yoongi had noticed the way Namjoon wasn't shocked by parts of her story the way the others were.  

"Yoongi," Namjoon faltered. 

"It's fine. She's doing it to all of us. But right now she asked me for this and I have to protect her, alright?"

"Yeah, go," Namjoon sighed and let Yoongi walk away from him and out the front door.

Yoongi had never had to buy emergency contraception before. He couldn't even remember the last time he bought condoms. He'd determined a long time ago that it wasn't fair or safe to ask anyone to be a part of his life when he was a part of this life. Even if Yoongi didn't usually participate in anything dangerous or illegal, anyone close to him would always be vulnerable, so he stayed away. 

He was still a medical professional, though—kind of—so he quickly found what he was looking for in the feminine care aisle of the 24-hour pharmacy and chose the brand with the highest efficacy. While he was walking back toward the registers he realized that you'd probably be needing other feminine products soon. Of course he had no idea what you would prefer, so he just got an assortment of sizes of tampons and pads and felt pretty pleased with himself. Walking to the front once more he thought it might be nice if you had some snacks, since he knew you might be uncomfortable and probably in bed for the next day. Again, in complete ignorance of what you might like, he grabbed an assortment of salty and sweet snacks and some drinks. 

By the time he was finally ready to pay, he wished he'd picked up a basket. He dumped all of the items in his arms onto the counter and the cashier began to ring them up. She gave him a look with raised eyebrows, which he skillfully avoided seeing by looking at his wallet. He paid and exited quickly with his bags without saying a word to her.

Back in his clinic, Yoongi put away all the sanitary products he bought for a rainy day. Then he got a tray and removed the pill from its packaging, placing it in a tiny plastic cup along with a glass of water and some of the snacks he had bought you. When he was done he looked at the clock.

Just before 4 o'clock. 

He didn't want to wake you. He wasn't even sure you'd be lucid if he did with all the drugs he'd given you to help you sleep earlier. But he also knew the effectiveness of the pill lessened over time, and the sooner you took it the better, so he decided to head up to your room.

It was all quiet in the house, which wasn't unusual. Yoongi was used to the quiet, since he was usually the one here when everyone else was out. But he rarely came to the upper floors of the house unless someone was really sick, and it was strange to think of everyone tucked up nicely in their beds while he was the one on a delicate mission. 

He balanced the tray on one hand while the other knocked quietly on your door. There was no answer, but he hadn't expected one. Cautiously, he opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind him just as quietly. There was enough pale moonlight coming in through the balcony door to let him make it safely to your bed. You barely took up any room on the large king size bed that you had burrowed into the middle of.

Yoongi set down the tray on your bedside table and turned on the lamp. He whispered your name but when you didn't respond he said it a little louder. The last thing he wanted to do was have to shake you. Luckily, you awoke when he used a regular speaking voice. 

Your eyes popped open and you sat up. "Where am I?" You asked urgently. 

"It's okay. It's just Yoongi. Er…you're with Bangtan, remember?" 

"Right." You rubbed your eyes and squinted at him in the bright light. "What's up, Doc?"

Yoongi chuckled and decided to risk sitting on the edge of the bed. "Uh, I got what you asked me for. Do you remember?"

You nodded tiredly and whispered, "I remember."

"Do you still want to take the pill?" He asked, focusing on controlling the hand that ached to reach out and brush your wild hair away from your face. 

"Please." You nodded again. 

Quickly, Yoongi grabbed the two cups from the tray and handed them both to you. His nerves electrified where your skin touched his, even only for an instant. He already wanted more. 

He'd wanted more since the first time you went into his clinic and tried to act tough while he patched you up. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn't have it. After hearing your story, Yoongi quickly realized what it was that made you so attractive to everyone around you. It was actually quite simple. The same thing Joaquin and his father had noticed in you. A burning desire to live. Your aura burned with life, no matter how dark your circumstances were. And for Yoongi, it made music in the silence of his life, like a song from childhood that he had forgotten. Maybe it was a siren song, leading him to his doom, but he couldn't help following it.

He watched you take the pill just as casually as you had taken the sedatives earlier. Just like before, you handed the glass to him when you'd drained it.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, not quite ready to leave you, even though he knew he shouldn't stay long.

"Sleepy," you mumbled and he could see your eyes beginning to droop again as you laid back down.  

"Right. Well, I brought you some snacks, in case you wake up hungry. The medicine might make you nauseous, or make your stomach hurt. Come see me when you wake up or…I can leave you my number in case you don't feel well enough." He began to look around him for something to write on. 

"Don't have my phone. Got rid of it," you responded sleepily. "Don't worry, Doc. If I need you, I'll just yell your name until you come. You'll come, right?" 

He laughed fondly as the sleep talked for you. "Yeah, I'll come right away," he promised and pulled the covers up to your chin. 

"Thanks, Doc. But don't worry about me. I know the drill. No problem." By now your eyes were closed and your breathing was already heavy. 

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you," he replied to himself before gathering his things to leave. 

"What do you want?" Yoongi grumbled unpleasantly when he found Taehyung waiting in his clinic the next morning. The younger man knew better than to bother him before his third cup of coffee. 

"I'm worried about Val. She's still sleeping. She's not usually a late sleeper."

Yoongi tried to keep down the little bit of jealousy he felt at Taehyung knowing such a banal fact about you. It spoke of mornings Taehyung probably woke up with you already out of bed, going in search of you. 

"She might sleep a little longer. I gave her some strong medication to help her sleep last night," Yoongi admitted. "Best just to let her be." Secretly though he was already anxious to go check on you. 

Tae sighed dramatically and leaned over the exam table on his elbows, making the paper crinkle and Yoongi ground his teeth . "Hyung, she keeps rejecting me. She won't let me back in. She even kicked me out of her bed last night."

"You went to her bed last night?" Jungkook suddenly joined them after hearing their voices down the hall. He popped a piece of a half peeled tangerine into his mouth. 

"Yeah. I just wanted to sleep with her, but she said the thought of my hands on her made her skin crawl. I don't understand how she could go from loving me to hating me so quickly," he pouted.

"Maybe she never did love you," Jungkook mocked. 

"Fuck you," Taehyung spat bitterly. 

Yoongi reached out and smacked Taehyung on the back of the head. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Ow! What!" Taehyung cried and grabbed his head 

"She had a traumatic day yesterday and you went slithering into her bed like some creep! Of course she didn't want you to touch her!" 

"What do you mean? Did she say something to you?" Taehyung gaped. 

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Either you are the densest mother fucker on the planet, or you actually don't love her at all, and I don't know which is worse."

"Hyung!" Taehyung whined, but Yoongi ignored him, not able to control himself enough to explain. 

"Come on, Tae," Jungkook intervened. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out. She had to see her old boss, master, lover…whatever. Whatever he said or did to her was enough to make her come here and tell us her whole terrible story and ask for protection. Didn't you see how she was shaking? Pale? Fuck, even I could tell she was in shock. Are you really that self absorbed?" 

"Man, fuck you guys. I'm not," Tae muttered. 

"Look, Taehyung, if you care about her and want a future with her, then it's in your best interest to give her space right now. Smothering her is only going to make her push back harder."

"Oh, because you're suddenly an expert in women and my girlfriend. Fuck off, Yoongi," he sneered before he stormed out. 

Jungkook shook his head as he began peeling another tangerine. "Taehyung can be such a child sometimes."

Yoongi glared at the youngest for a moment before he snatched the piece of fruit from his hands. "Get the fuck out."

Jungkook merely smirked and turned toward the door. "There's a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen, hyung."

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[snowbarryiscoming]

30 Days of Blog-mas

So...

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It's been... a while. I spent basically the whole year not posting anything but this is my comeback

Anyway, I decided to do a whole month instead of like 25 days even though Christmas is on the 25th and most everything related to it is 25 days.

It'll be a mix of fluff and smut with various amount of people. I know I'm a few days behind but it's fine. We're fine.

The first one will probably be tomorrow 12/05 and most likely be smut. Let me know if you do want a specific person and one shot and I'll make it happen

Also, I didn't know what to call this so the title might change

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[bantansworld]

Why So Serious? || JHS

➜ Summary: " You think you're just so special, right? So different. A person who can withstand anything thrown your way." He said as an amused chuckle escaped from his lips. His eyes scanning me from head to toe, slowly before coming back up to meet my eyes again. " Oh this is so nice. So refreshing. It'll be my absolute pleasure to be the one to break that spirit of yours."

➜ Pairing: Psychiatric Patient Jung Hoseok X Female Reader ( Name will be Serenity but you can substitute for your own name if you want)

➜ Genre: Psychiatrist treating patients, Slowly breaking down barriers, betrayal beyond belief, joker and Harley Quinn.

➜ Warnings: Profanity, obsession/ obsessive tendencies, mental problems, anger problems, medicated patients, violence towards reader, possessive Hoseok, blood, gore, graphic depictions of violence, toxic Namgimin, Stockholm syndrome (if you wanna call it that), plot twist

➜ Word count: 4,168

I turned the key in the ignition, shutting my car off before I unbuckled my seatbelt. I opened the door of my car, grabbing nothing but my phone that I put in my back pocket when I stepped out. I pressed the lock button that was on the car remote then I begin to make my way towards the ominous building.

My steps were hesitant the closer I got. My mind couldn't help but drift to the conversation I had last night.

— " I can't believe you're really going to work at a place like that Serenity. Don't you have any sense of fear in that little body of yours?" My bestfriend Jimin asked me as we sat cuddled on the couch in the living room of our shared apartment, sipping on hot cocoa while watching another episode of  kamisama kiss.

" Of course I do, but it's a job that pays $25 an hour and I'm qualified. Rent, bills, groceries, hell everything is only getting more and more expensive as time goes on, so I have to do what I have to do for us." I responded to him with an absentminded shrug.

" Yeah and I get that. But why does it have to that specific place? There aren't anymore hospitals you can get transferred to that pays the same amount?" Jimin asked with a whine, taking my attention away from the tv and on to him, giggling when the whipped cream from the hot cocoa left him with a little white mustache.

I smiled, reaching over and wiping the whipped cream from his lips before I leaned against him and turning my attention back to the tv. " Jimin nothing is gonna happen. From what I've been informed of, everything regarding the patient's there have been good for a while now, no recent attacks or anything like that. And the security has been beefed up. I'll be fine. And I'll be extra careful." I said, trying to reassure him.

" Ren I know you really wanna do this and you know I support you 110% in everything that you do. I'm not trying to harp on you, I just really want you to be safe. This hospital is know for very particular patients and I just don't want you to get hurt." Jimin told me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he turned his eyes back to the tv as well.

" And I won't. I'll be extra careful. I promise."  —

I snapped myself out of my thoughts as I came upon the entrance of the building. Looking around for a way inside since I wasn't issued my badge yet. I went over to the door and tried to peek through the small bared window but it was too blurry that I couldn't make out anything.

Several minutes had passed by of trying to find my way inside of the building to no avail before something nearby crackled next to me, a voice speaking up, making me jump out of my skin. " Welcome to HopeWorld Psychiatric Hospital. State your business here." I looked around trying to see where the voice was coming from, until I looked around and saw that an intercom box was mounted on the wall by the door with a security camera not too far above it.

I walked over closer to it, an almost awkwardness to my steps. " Yes hello. I'm the new psychiatrist. My name is Serenity Evans. I was told by Seokjin Kim to come in today. It's my first day on the job." I explained to the unknown person on the intercom.

" Do you have an authorization badge to enter the premises?" The person asked me.

I wanted to roll my eyes but I held back. I just said that it was my first day didn't I?

" No I wasn't issued a badge yet. It's my first day, I think I was supposed to receive it today. I'm not really sure but if you could get Seokjin Kim to come down, I'm sure he could explain what's going on." I told the person.

There was a moment of shuffling on the other side of the intercom before a different and more familiar voice spoke up. " I'm sorry for the confusion Ms.Evans, I'm gonna buzz you in right away." The second voice spoke.

" Thank you." I replied.

I stepped away from the intercom when I heard a loud buzzing noise go off for a quick second and a loud clank was heard as the door popped open. I grabbed the handle, pulling the door all the way open and walked inside.

I looked around the painfully blinding white walls of the building, cringing a the overpowering sterile smell the permeated the air. I noticed quickly that no one was really around. No one was rushing through the halls, no one was manning the receptionist desk.

This place felt very empty, and that wasn't a comforting realization at all.

I stood in this area aimlessly for a good five minutes before I heard the click clack of someone's shoes walking down the hallway. I didn't know what direction to turn in but that didn't matter as I saw a tall man with broad shoulders and a welcoming smile walking my way.

" Ms. Evans I presume?" He questions as he stopped in front of me, holding his hand out in greeting.

" Yes sir I am." I responded to him with a smile of my own, reaching out to shake his hand.

He nodded his head as he gestured for me to follow after him. " Well Ms.Evans if you just follow me, I'm gonna be showing you the ropes of everything today." He said to me as we both begin our walk down a long hallway.

The echo of our shoes hitting the tile floor was defining in the quiet hallway. It was a somewhat suffocating feeling that I couldn't shake, and that foreboding presence I felt in my chest was justified as we continued to make our way down the halls, the bright almost blindingly white walls had started to shift, the once pristine walls being littered with splatters of red here, some chunks of green and brown there. I almost gagged, but I held my composure.

" Please excuse the mess. Someone would have cleaned the walls already but we've been so busy lately. Our last janitor up and quit on us suddenly and no one has applied to fill the position." Seokjin spoke up again, looking back at me apologetically.

" Oh no, I completely understand." I told him, trying to ease the forming tension.

" And just so you aren't shocked incase you are the selected person to do so for the day, our staff often rotates cleaning duties. Like I said before, no one has applied to fill the janitorial role in the hospital and we can't just leave our floors, walls and rooms all dirtied up, can we?" He questioned.

" I suppose not." I muttered out.

We continued walking down the hall until Seokjin motioned to make a right, and I of course followed after him.

We stopped in front of an elevator and waited a few seconds for the doors to open after Seokjin pressed the down button, and hopping on. Once we were inside of the elevator, Seokjin inserted his badge into the card reader and when the light above it flashed green, he took it out and pressed the letter H where the numbers in a regular elevator would be.

" You're gonna be working down in H ward with Jungkook and Taehyung. With the limited amount of staff we have at the moment, we're kind of spaced out." Seokjin explained to me as we stepped off of the elevator.

" Limited staff?" I asked with a questioning gaze. " On the phone, you said that-"

Seokjin begin nodding, a sheepish smile appearing on his face as his hand came up to itch the back of his head. " Yeah. And I do apologize for the sudden change. Some of our staff had suddenly stop showing up for their shifts, but please don't let that worry you, we're slowly but surely getting back to a good place. More applications are starting to come in so we'll have more people to replace those who left in no time." He informed me as he gestured for me to make a left turn this time.

I noticed the shift in the atmosphere almost immediately. Not only did I feel it, it was the visual difference with the hallway from before.

Instead of the blinding white walls from earlier, these wall looked like they had been stained a more beige color, the lights from above seemed very old, some were very dim and some flickered not leaving much light to be casted throughout the corridor.

The black steel doors lined up each side of the hallways, small slits in the door that could open so the patients could peek out.

" Your office is gonna be at the end of the hall. Accessed only by a company badge, which I have righttttt-" Seokjin trailed off as he patted on each of his pockets before he reached inside the pocket of his  long coat and pulled out a plastic card with my picture and information on it. " here." He finished as he handed my my badge.

We stood at the end of the hallway in front of another black steel door. This one had an actual window on it, and on the side of the door was another card reader to insert your badge.

" Go ahead and try it." Seokjin told me, nodding his head towards the card reader.

I raised my card and put it into the insert slot, a green light flashed above the reader and the sound of a lock turning could be heard as the door popped open.

Seokjin pulled the door open and gestured for me to go inside first, with him following behind me. " Alright. This is your office. Your place to yourself where you can get your paperwork done, you can take your break here, whatever you so choose. We got a computer here for you, we just had a new ac installed, and the only down side thing about H ward is that down here the wifi might be a little wonky but it works well enough." Seokjin explained to me.

I only nodded at his words, looking around the room. It had enough space that I didn't feel so cramped. It was a nice office for what I was. I didn't mind it. As long as the door locked, I was ok.

Seokjin looked down at the Apple Watch that rested on his wrist. He read over something for a quick second before he looked back at me. " Taehyung is with a patient at the moment, so Jungkook will be on his way over here to show you what you're supposed to be doing down here. I have to get back up to A ward. One of the patients seems to be causing a bit of trouble." He told me.

I nodded at his words and once again turned my attention back to the room that I would be spending a lot of time in, mapping out place in my head where I would be putting certain things to make it more comfortable for myself.

About seven minutes had passed by when the door let out a quick beeping noise and made an unlocking sound. Someone who had a badge was coming into the room.

" You finally decide to show your face?" Seokjin spoke up as a man around my age walked in. He was just a bit shorter than Seokjin, his baby face peeking through the long shoulder length hair that covered his face. " Jungkook Jeon, meet Serenity Evans. She's gonna be working in H ward with you and Taehyung. Make sure you show her the ropes, let her get comfortable with everything and welcome her with open arms." Seokjin told him.

" Of course. I'm always happy to have new comers down here in H ward. It's nice to meet you Ms. Evans." Jungkook smiled as he reached his hand out in greetings.

I put my hand in his, shaking it with a smile back to him. " It's nice to meet you as well. And Serenity will be just fine." I let him know.

" Well alright then Serenity. Shall we get started?" He asked me.

I nodded my head to him, putting the lanyard with my badge attached to it around my neck.

All three of us walked out of my office, letting the door close and lock behind us.

" Looks like this is where the tour stops for me. Jungkookie here will take over. I'm gonna head back up to A ward." Seokjin said nodding over to Jungkook who nodded as well. " I just wanted to thank you again Serenity for bearing with us here at this facility. Your help was very much needed and I appreciate you sticking around even though things aren't going exactly how I said they were a few weeks ago." Seokjin said to me, placing his hand on my shoulder in thanks.

" It's not a problem. Really. Thank you for the opportunity." I replied to him with a nod.

Seokjin smiled once more then he walked away, making his way down the dimly lit corridor, going back the way we came.

" Alright." Jungkook started, grabbing my attention as he spoke up. " So as you've probably heard multiple times already, this is H ward. On this floor, we have the least amount of patients, but don't let that be a comforting thought for you because this ward is where the more volatile patients tend to end up. So you must be on your guard at all times." Jungkook explained to me. We begin to walk back up the corridor, though this time it wasn't as quiet as it was before when coming down.

" These rooms that you see here are obviously where the patients on this floor are housed. With our H ward patients, they are prone to get triggered more easily than others in the facility, so they are more heavily medicated than other patients in other wards. Things that are so simple for you and me, can turn quickly into a trigger for them. So it's always smart to keep sedatives on or near you, just incase of an emergency." He explained as he continued on down the corridor with me following closely behind him. " We allow the patients to roam the hallways freely two times a day for an hour after they have been monitored while taking their medication. If a patient refuses to take their medication, they do not, under any circumstances, leave their room." Jungkook said to me pressingly, making direct eye contact so I got the message.

I nodded my head in agreement. " I could only imagine what would happen if a patient wasn't medicated and outside of their room." I said absentmindedly, wincing at the thought of it.

" It happened once before, a few years ago." Jungkook spoke up, his voice a bit distant as he recalled the memory. " It was my first week on the job and I'll be honest, it was a bit traumatizing to witness. That's why I don't mess around. People's lives are at stake in this facility and I don't take that lightly." He told me.

" Yeah..."

We walked passed one of the steel black doors, the small window of the door slid open, exposing the face of one of the patients as we walked by. She softly knocked on the door, stopping us in our tracks.

" Sally... be patient. You all are about to be let out in about thirty more minutes." Jungkook said to the older woman who's head twitched to the side, her mouth turning up and exposed many missing teeth in a smile at Jungkook's words.

Jungkook begin to walk away and the woman's eyes slid over to me. The smile on her face vanished instantly, making shift my gaze away from hers quickly as I followed after Jungkook.

We continued on down the hallway, making a right turn. " Up and down the previous hallway we were just on, are the patients that we are able to keep a hold on if medicated. The black doors are their signifiers. The hallway we are on now house only 3 patients, their doors are white for a reason. They are not allowed out of their rooms at all. They require a coordinated, scheduled, and highly medicated release time, especially now that our staff has decreased." Jungkook finished.

We walked by the first room with a white door. The name plate beside the door read " Yoongi Min." I peeked my head near the window trying to look inside the room, but I wasn't able to see anything but a table in the middle of the room.

Suddenly a face appeared in the window, staring right back at me with a snarl, bringing both hands up as he pounded on the door harshly. " What the fuck are you looking at bitch?!" He yelled angrily.

I jumped back, my heart pounding in my chest from the shock and quite frankly from the fear.

I looked at Jungkook incredulously when I heard him let out a chuckle. " Meet Yoongi Min. Our resident badass who loves to give us a hard time. He's not so friendly, so watch out for him. And never turn your back on him." Jungkook warned.

I was stunned into silence but I nodded nonetheless as we walked away from Yoongi's door and over to another white door a little more down the hall.

When we approached the door, I was mindful to not stick my face close to the window again. I read the name plate by the door and saw the name " Namjoon Kim" on it.

" Meet Namjoon Kim. Our resident smart ass. He like to play the cool calm and collected character but he's anything but. He takes any opportunity he has for you to let your guard down around him so that he can make his move on you. Don't give him that opportunity." Jungkook warned again.

I gulped a bit and peered into the room. I saw that there were two people inside of the room, sitting at the table. I could only see the back of one, his fluffy long black hair was the only characteristic that I could see. The other who was facing towards the door had shorter brown hair then the other, his face calm as he spoke confidently to the other man that sat in front of him, a smile appearing along with a deep set of dimples as he looked past the man, his eyes connecting with mine, making his smile widen and his dimples deepen.

" He looks so normal. I would have never thought- "

I heard Jungkook scoff next to me. " That's what every new worker say about Namjoon when they come down here to H ward. Until they learned the reason he's in here." Jungkook said with a shake of his head. " But I guess you'll learn about that when you have the chance to sit down and real his file."

We continued on our way to the last and final white door, and as I did the other two doors, I looked at the name plate and it read "Hoseok Jung". My gaze moved over to the window of the door and I was startled back once again, seeing the face of the last and final person of this ward already looking back at me through the window.

" Meet Hoseok Jung." Jungkook said as the man in the window reacted to his name, a heart smile forming on his face as he watched me closely. " I'd like to think of Jung Hoseok here as the mastermind of the operation. He's like a mixture of Yoongi and Namjoon but ten times as worse." Jungkook said in exasperation as he looked at the man who was still looking at me.

" Is this my new plaything Jungkook?" Hoseok asked through the glass, that heart smile on his face widening as he continued to stare me down.

Jungkook ignore his words and continued speaking to me. " Taehyung and I are already assigned to Namjoon and Yoongi, so Hoseok is gonna be your primary patient for now." He informed me.

I didn't get to react to his words when heard a moan coming from behind the door. I glanced over at the window, seeing Hoseok pressed tighter to the door, his mouth open as he gasped out. " It's been so long since I've had someone good to spend my time with. I really think I'm gonna like you Dr." He said to me, licking his tongue on the glass as he let a dark cackle leave his mouth.

I was trying to remain professional, so I kept the disgusted look from appearing on my face and remained neutral. " I see." I finally responded to Jungkook.

" Will that be alright with you?" He asked me.

I nodded my head. " Of course. It's my job." I told him.

Jungkook nodded back to me. " Alright then. Taehyung should be almost finished with his session with Namjoon. First things first, I'm going to show you how we medicate our black door patients and make sure that they actually take the medication. Then we're gonna let them out for their hour. All we have to do is monitor them, keep account of their moods, their actions and just make sure everything is running smooth and safely." He told me.

" Alright then. Sounds good. Shall we get started?" I asked, ready to leave the area of this Hoseok Jung person who continued to stare at me the whole time.

" Let's. While we're going there, I'm gonna show you the recreational area for the patients. If they begin to wonder down the hall, that's most likely where they are going to go." He said to me, gesturing for me to follow him.

" Hurry back to me, my lovely new doctor. I wanna see that pretty face up close and personal." I heard the voice of Hoseok say, but I ignored him and kept on with what I was doing, following after Jungkook.

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" Yes Mimi, he was so off. He licked the glass of the window as if he was licking me or something. My skin was crawling so bad, like it wanted to jump right off of my bones." I whined to my bestfriend, a loud yawn leaving me.

I had gotten home a couple of hours ago around three in the morning. Jimin had come home maybe an hour before me and now we were up with nothing to do but snack on gummy bears, continued watching kamisama kiss, and just waiting to fall asleep.

" Well what else do you expect Ren? You work at an insane asylum. Isn't stuff like that supposed to be expected?" Jimin asked me as he tiredly threw a gummy bear up in the air and tried to catch it in his mouth but failed when it bounced off of his nose and landed on the floor.

" It's called a psychiatric hospital, and still, it was so unnerving to experience. And he's gonna be my primary patient starting tomorrow. I really gotta prepare myself for this." I told him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before opening my mouth when he held out a gummy bear to me.

" Yeah. Cause at the end of the day, this is the job you choose. And the main goal is to get in the minds of these troubled people and evaluate them them. See why they did the things they did. I know you're gonna be great. Just don't stress too much on it though. You got this." Jimin said to me, his words giving me courage.

" Thank you Mimi. It makes me happy that you always believe in me." I said to him, another loud yawn ripping from my mouth.

Jimin got up from the couch, turning the tv off before holding his hand out to me. I felt the heaviness in my eyes, almost forcing me to close them. " Mimi I'm so sleepy..." I whined to him.

" I know. You're eyes are getting red." Let's get you to sleep. I'll make sure you're up in time for work. When do you have to be in?" He asked me, pulling me up to my feet.

" 3pm to 3am... " I mumbled out to him.

"Alright, I'm gonna be leaving for work at 2, so I'll wake you up before I go. Now, come on, and let's get you to bed Rennie."

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[riotinyellow]

I just logged into my 11-14 year-old self's wattpad account. I haven't opened that shit in years, which explains why I then proceeded to receive an uppercut by my own library

this is a very grim look into my preteen mental state

this was my heartstopper

there was more in there, 226 fics to be exact , but to be honest, I'm too embarrassed to show the rest

#bts #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jungkook #kim taehyung #taehyung #min yoongi #yoongi #marvel #tom holland #peter parker #mcu #fantastic beasts #newt scamander #criminal minds #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid #fan fiction #wattpad

[drawballa]

The Burning of the Spider's Web - End of Act III 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38478835/chapters/96169096

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Everyone can thank @softnspicytofu for this piece because I finished Act III and immediately had to draw this scene!

#jikook #jikook fanart #jikook fanfic #assassin jimin #doctor jungkook #GUYS THE FIC IS GETTING SO GOOD! WE'RE REALLY GETTING INTO IT NOW! #some of the details are probably off but I didn't want to ruin the surprise for my sweet Tofu <3 #blood #bruising