#jungkook os

[taevbears]

Movie Night

When horror movies don't scare you anymore, your boyfriend wants to figure out what you are afraid of.

⤑ pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader (feat. the Daegu boys) ⤑ genre: horror, mystery, suspense, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.1k ⤑ warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, depictions of kidnapping, torture, and multiple murders, hidden camera, non-explicit sex, a bit of angst, open ending. this fic gets pretty dark, so please be cautious of the warnings! ⤑ note: happy halloween! this started as a little spooky shower thought i had a little over a month ago and became this lol. i love reading scary stories, but lmao, i feel like i'm not very good at writing them. thank you @angelicyoongie for assuring me that this isn't as terrible as i think it is. also please note that this is a work of fiction and i don't think IRL jungkook is like the character in this fic at all

“No, please! Don’t hurt me!”

The shadow of a muscular, male figure looms over the female protagonist. His breaths are heavy from chasing her around, barely visible against the chilly, October air. Finally, he has her cornered. He holds up a sharp knife in the air.

The woman trembles on the ground, sobbing and pleading for her life to be spared. Mascara runs down her cheeks, and a look of hopelessness and despair fills her eyes. She holds her hands in front of her in a feeble attempt to defend herself.

The camera pans away as the killer violently stabs the woman. Her terrifying screams of pain and anguish echoes from the TV screen as fake blood splatters on the wall.

Blue and white light bathes over you and your date in the dim living room. You try to suppress a long yawn with the back of your hand.

You’re so bored, you’re practically in tears.

“You didn’t like it?” Jungkook asks you, chuckling at your reaction.

“It didn’t scare me,” you admit sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

You love horror movies. It’s what inspired you to become a film student. You love being on the edge of your seat from the thrill and suspense that the main character acts out. You love being genuinely shocked from unexpected twists and jump-scares. You love a good ghost story that haunts you long after the credits roll, or the paranoia of a similar terrifying incident happening to you.

But perhaps, over time, they’ve lost a bit of their magic.

Although the production of movies has become phenomenal in recent years, movies these days seem to rely too heavily on shock value and nostalgia. Once popular franchises are milking out their legacies to a newer audience. There are so many retellings of the same, old stories that you can already accurately predict what will happen before you reach the ending. Even some of the most climactic scenes of the movie are so over-the-top, they’re almost comical.

Honestly, it has nothing to do with your date or even the so-called horror movie itself. You just don’t scare as easily anymore.

Jungkook peers are you curiously, a boyish grin on his face. “Then, what are you scared of?”

“I don’t know. Probably nothing.”

“Yeah? That’s a bold statement.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

Jungkook laughs. “You have to be scared of something.”

You throw the question back at him. “Then, what are you afraid of?”

He thinks about it, rubbing his chin in thought and pushing his tongue against the lip rings on his mouth. Then, he meets your gaze. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at you. “Hmm, I think I’d be scared to lose you.”

You find yourself smiling back at him.

“You’re so sweet, Kook,” you tell him, leaning over to kiss him.

Only recently, you and Jungkook started dating officially, and you really like him a lot. He’s very cute, funny, handsome, and perfect in many ways. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you’re around him, and there’s still that exciting giddiness and eagerness of new love whenever he messages you or visits you in the evening.

In some ways, Jungkook is almost too good to be true.

Part of you wonders if there’s a catch.

But with his lips on yours, it’s easy to push that thought aside.

Credits roll on the screen as the movie comes to an end. His fingers glide up your thigh as yours tangle into his hair. The cool piercing on his lips presses against your bottom lip as he slips his tongue in your mouth, and a soft moan escapes you.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away and faces the TV. He uses the remote to tap out of the movie credits and browse through the list of recommended shows on your streaming service. Casually, trying to hide a teasing smirk, he asks, “How about we watch a different movie, then?”

You stare back at him, a bit stunned and flustered. But your own smile touches your lips.

“Or,” you suggest, grabbing his wrist to lower the remote. He turns away from the screen to look at you, eyes lingering on the sultry smile on your lips. “I know something else we can do instead.”

When you first saw Jungkook, you thought you were being catfished.

His selfie on the dating app included a slight head tilt, a pucker of his pierced lips, and a peace sign. Big, doe-shaped eyes stared back at you from your phone screen, and you noticed the tiny moles below his lip, on the tip of his nose, and on his cheek.

The second picture was of him and his brown doberman, affectionately named Bam. The picture was taken of them outside. One of his hands was holding a tennis ball and the other was gently touching the dog’s long ears. A small, fond smile tugged on your lips when you looked between them and realized that they kind of looked alike.

The third picture was him at the gym. It was a back-shot where he was using the equipment. Broad shoulders, buff arms and back, a tiny waist. You stared way too long at his strong muscles and the ink on his arm before you finally swiped right.

Turned out, much to your surprise, he liked your pictures too. The two of you were a match.

And it wasn’t long until he sent his first message to you. In your inbox, a simple: “hey :)”

On your first date, the two of you agreed to meet at a very public, very crowded bistro. You stood nervously by the building, dressed nice for the occasion. And in case anything went wrong or if this Jungkook guy wasn’t who you expected him to be, you shared your location and had a “send help lol” message on standby for your bestie, Min Yoongi.

As you waited, scrolling through and jumping around different apps on your phone, you found yourself to be surprised yet again.

Someone who looked like the guy you’ve been chatting with called out your name. And soon, he was standing in front of you: big eyes, bigger muscles, tiny beauty marks on his face, colorful ink on his arm, a charming smile, and a simple, “Hey, I’m Jungkook.”

One date turned to a second date. Then, a third. And by the fourth date, as he laid in your bed that night and snuggled close to you, it finally started to sink in that Jungkook wasn’t some figment of your imagination.

He was real, and sweet, and seemed to really like you as well.

Jungkook, like you, had an interest in filming. He especially liked editing videos for his dance challenges, short clips, and a series he called “Golden Closet Film” on his channel. While you imagined yourself to be a big director, working in movie sets, and making scripts come to life with your vision, Jungkook told you he’d like to film a project where you’re the star.

“I don’t think I’m on-screen material,” you replied, amused by the idea. You’re not an actress. You don’t think you have the kind of beauty filmmakers seek out for their lead roles. Hell, if anything, Jungkook would be a better fit for an acting gig.

“You are,” he insisted, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. “To me, you’re perfect.”

You smiled at him then, your heart fluttering by his words. “You are to me, too.”

It was shortly after that conversation when you both decided to date each other exclusively. And it felt like the kind of romance you’d see in the movies. Picture perfect, a little corny at times, and a thrilling whirlwind of laughter, teasing remarks, and intimate touches.

“Am I who you thought I’d be?” Jungkook asks you the next morning after the movie-night bust, propping himself up on the side and peering down on you. His arm flexes, colorful ink decorating it, as the thick comforter wraps around his bare body.

“No,” you confessed, still a bit tired from last night. You keep your eyes closed as you quietly murmur, “You’re even better.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t need to open your eyes to see the pleased look on his face. As you feel him press his lips against your cheek, you ask, “What about me? Am I who you thought I’d be?”

Had you opened your eyes then, perhaps you would’ve seen it. The blank look on his face as he pulls away from you, how the light in his eyes suddenly seems to vanish, as if he isn’t really looking at you anymore.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you right away. When you open your eyes, you see him shaking his head. The same, sweet boyish smile appears on his lips.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

The topic about exes inevitably came up early on in your relationship with Jungkook. You’ve dated casually before. Even thought you’d be getting somewhere with some of the guys you were talking to.

But none of them quite compared to Kim Taehyung.

You were a film student. He was a photography major. The two of you were bound to end up in some of the same classes together in the art division.

To you, it was love at first sight. You fell for him so hard and so fast.

What started as bumping into each other at the library and helping each other with assignments led to making out at each other’s dorms with the text books left unopened. Coffee dates between classes became anniversary dinners at nice restaurants. He introduced you to his parents, and you proposed going on a romantic getaway together.

The day you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone else was when he snapped a photo of you looking out at the scenery during that weekend trip. It was just you and him, and a natural setting that looked straight out of a movie.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the picture through his camera. That day, he called you his muse.

And in return, you told him that you loved him.

When you fell for Taehyung, you fell hard and fast. Eventually, it occurred to you that Taehyung didn’t do the same.

Sure, he cared about you. Sure, he loved you. But while you heard wedding bells and dreamed about your future with him, Taehyung was just starting to put himself out there in the world. His art was being recognized, and he was getting booked to shoot at weddings, parties, and other big events every week.

Soon, the dates happened less frequently. The romantic gestures of bringing you flowers, surprising you on nice dates or small gifts, or even renting your favorite movies to watch together happened even less. He would promise that he’d make it to a party or an important event to you, just to let you down. And it felt like him giving you a bit of affection or attention was a chore.

Taehyung was the world to you, but the petty arguments and the distance that started growing between you two made it clear to you where his priorities were. And it wasn’t with you.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you had to do. Both of you knew it was coming. It was just a matter of who broke up with who first.

Just as Taehyung came into your life, quickly and effortlessly, he was gone. Nothing but bittersweet memories of what once was and what could have been weighed heavily on you for months.

What made it worse was that Taehyung, a man you loved with all your heart, had moved on from you so fast and so easily.

You saw him and his new girlfriend at a mutual friend’s party. You were warned that he’d be there, that he was already seeing someone. But it still hurt like hell to see him happy and in love with another person.

But if Taehyung could move on, so could you.

It felt weird at first, but you started to put yourself out there again. You joined dating apps. You went out with the people that fancied your interest. You met Jungkook.

And from there, everything was history.

With Jungkook, you started to think about Taehyung a lot less. The plaguing “what ifs” have quieted down, and the hurt from heartbreak began to heal. With Jungkook, you started to feel like yourself again: you started to smile more, laugh more loudly, enjoy watching movies again, became passionate about cinematic ideas you’d like to create one day.

With Jungkook, you’re also cautiously optimistic.

Because like Taehyung, you feel yourself falling hard and fast for Jungkook. It’s almost scary how truly perfect he is.

“I think you’re just psyching yourself out,” Yoongi tells you, sliding into the chair opposite of you with two cups of coffee in his hands. He smells like freshly-baked cookies. A spot of flour stains his apron as he uses his fifteen-minute break to hang out with you.

“Maybe,” you sigh, gratefully taking the drink he hands you. “What do you think about him?”

“Does my opinion even matter at this point? You’re in love with him,” he drawls before taking a sip of his Iced Americano.

“Of course it does, best friend. Why else would I keep you around?” you remark, taking a sip of your own drink. “Besides the free coffee and cookies. Thank you, by the way.”

He rolls his eyes. The perks of being friends with the cookie boy at your local bakery is a free cup of coffee and getting dibs on leftover treats that didn’t sell the day.

“He’s fine. Kind of annoying. A little too energetic,” he answers as his eyes flit toward the TV screen that his boss keeps on. A woman dressed in bright, business clothing holds a microphone as she reports on the recent news. There’s a grim look on her face.

You have your back turned to it, but you can hear Yoongi’s boss turning up the volume.

Breaking news. Missing woman found dead near home. The victim has succumbed to multiple stab wounds. It is believed that she has been kidnapped and tortured prior to her violent death. The attacker is currently unknown and still at large. Local authorities advise staying indoors and to please report any suspicious activity.

Your heart sinks as you look over your shoulder, seeing police taping off the crime scene and answering what they can to the news outlets. The location is so close to where you are.

“This is the second victim,” a customer mutters with a frown.

The person they’re with nods their head and asks, “Do you think they’re connected?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. We’ll have a serial killer in our hands.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls your attention. When you look at him, there’s concern on his face. “If you need a ride anywhere, make sure you call me. Doesn’t matter what time.”

“I’ll be okay, Yoongi. Jungkook usually comes to my place anyway.”

“Still. Just let me know that you’re still alive when I check in, all right?” he says as he stares at the screen. You don’t blame him for being worried. As you follow his gaze, you see a picture of the latest victim of the ongoing case that has the whole town on edge.

This woman, like the others, kind of looks like you.

“If you’re with me, you have nothing to worry about,” Jungkook assures you, throwing a tennis ball as Bam hurriedly chases after it. 

The two of you are at a park with his dobermann. Despite how scary it’s been lately with the news, it’s a nice day. Children are screaming and playing together on the playground as their parents watch them nearby. A group of teenage boys are playing basketball on the outdoor court. Middle-aged and elderly couples are paired up and are getting their daily steps in.

“My hero,” you joke half-heartedly, but you’re still a bit concerned. Yoongi being worried about you makes you feel paranoid.

Jungkook turns to you. He holds out his hand as Bam retrieves the ball and drops it for another throw. “I thought you weren't afraid of anything.”

“Movie-wise, I’m not. But this is different.”

Jungkook throws the slobbery ball again. Further this time as Bam barks happily and takes off. He takes a seat next to you on the park bench. “I can leave Bam with you when I have my evening shifts. He makes a good guard dog.”

He works as an editor and cameraman for a big content creator, which gives him lots of flexible hours to work on his projects when he isn’t busy filming. Since the beginning of autumn, his boss has been giving him evening work to film ghost-hunting videos and other spooky content for Halloween.

“That’ll be nice,” you reply with a small smile. The two of them have been coming to your place so often, it might as well be their second home.

From a short distance, Bam lies on the grass with the tennis ball by his paws. His tongue is out, needing a short break from running around, as he faces you and Jungkook. Even with other dogs and kids around, he’s very well-behaved.

Just as Jungkook tells you that he’ll get Bam, the sound of small, excited barks grab your attention. A familiar black and brown pomeranian approaches you like an old friend, wagging its tail and perking its ears up when it sees you.

Your heart nearly jumps when you recognize the dog.

“Tan!”

You know that voice. How could you not?

That deep, smooth baritone has haunted you for months.

Taehyung, your ex-boyfriend, stops in his tracks when he realizes why his pomeranian took off. The two of you were still together when he adopted Yeontan, and you were there to help raise him when he was still a puppy.

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, drawing your attention back to him. He reaches out to pet Yeontan, but the pomeranian growls at him. Almost like he wants to protect you from him.

“Sorry, he’s mine,” Taehyung apologizes, stepping closer to you two and picking his dog up. He looks at you as he tries to soothe the agitated Yeontan in his arms. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” you reply politely. Old feelings start to pull on your heart strings that you fervently try to ignore. “I’m good.”

“You look good,” Taehyung starts, but then he purses his lips in regret. It’s obvious that he’s nervous to talk to you. Maybe he feels the same as you.

Softly, you reply, “You do, too.”

“Who’s this?” Jungkook repeats. This time, there’s an annoyed look on his face as he stares at Taehyung. 

It puts you off a bit. Jungkook is usually a friendly guy.

“Oh, this is Taehyung. We used to date,” you tell him honestly. Though, the information seems to just annoy him more. “Taehyung, this is—”

“I’m Jungkook. She’s my girlfriend now.”

His arm snakes around you possessively. He holds a steady gaze, but it’s a look you’ve never seen on him before. Dark, threatening, and angry. It’s almost unnerving.

“I see…” Taehyung trails off as his gaze shifts toward him. Yeontan is still in his arms, growling and barking at Jungkook. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the pup so aggressive toward someone. Even Bam comes over, ditching his ball to guard over you and Jungkook.

“It was nice to see you, Taehyung,” you tell him, sensing the tension in the air and deciding to cut things off. He seems reluctant to leave.

“Yeah…” he continues to trail off, finally pulling his gaze away to look at you. It looks like there’s a million things he wants to say to you. In a lower tone, he tells you, “My number is still the same. If you ever want to talk.”

You frown. After the breakup, you’ve deleted his number and unfollowed him on social media. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Then I’ll call you,” he promises, firm with his decision.

You don’t get it. You and Taehyung have run into each other after the breakup before, and he’s never had an issue with you dating anyone after him. He clearly has moved on, and so have you. 

Why now?

What is it about Jungkook that has him worried for you?

“I don’t like that guy.”

Jungkook is still heated as he drives you home. His grip is tight around the steering wheel, and the tires screech when he makes a sharp turn. Bam stumbles a bit in the back before sticking his head out the window again.

“Slow down, Kook. You have nothing to be worried about.”

The radio blasts in the car, too much in a rush to connect his playlist to the stereo. It’s playing the week’s top music, and a catchy song from a popular artist fills the car.

Curious, you open your phone and check your followers. You’ve unfollowed Taehyung a long time ago on all your social platforms, finding it hard to look at any of his recent pictures – even just his scenic photography – without thinking about how he had once called you his muse.

But Taehyung never unfollowed you. He had always kept his inbox open for you.

“Did you see the way he was looking at me? It’s like he was looking down on me,” he continues to rant, speeding over a yellow light. He glances over at you and sees that you’re distracted with your phone. “I don’t like how you were looking at him either.”

“Are you serious?” you ask, turning your attention to him. “We barely talked. What the hell are you trying to insinuate?”

On the radio, the program is interrupted. One of the hosts makes a grim announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, we just received unfortunate news that a third body has been found pertaining to a series of brutal deaths. 

“You still love him! You’ll go back and leave me again!” he suddenly snaps, throwing you off guard.

Silence follows the tension.

Then, you inquire, “Again?”

The third victim is a young female. Hair color and eye color match the previous victims as well, indicating that this might be a targeted attack by the killer.

Not once have you been unfaithful to Jungkook. Even when you were starting to message each other, you weren’t talking to anyone else. The two of you haven’t even been dating that long.

“Forget I said anything,” he starts with a frustrated sigh. But he realizes he’s fucked up.

“No, I’m not just going to forget it. What do you mean by that, Jungkook?”

As of now, authorities have no leads on a suspect. All victims have been kidnapped, tied up, and tortured prior to their deaths. We are led to believe that this is the work of a potential serial killer. 

He nearly slams to a stop. The seatbelt around you yanks you back from hitting the dashboard. Bam falls to the floor and you gasp as the back of your head hits your seat.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you, but for the first time, it feels like the rose-tinted glasses you have on him have fallen off. He’s always been perfect to you: sweet, athletic, talented, and kind. But the Jungkook before you is someone completely different.

This Jungkook scares you.

Stay inside. Lock your doors. Call the police if you see anything suspicious. Be safe out there, folks.

“I told you to forget about it, didn’t I?” he asks through gritted teeth and a harsh look in his eye.

You nod your head, hands trembling a bit as you hold onto your vibrating phone. The screen shows an unknown number trying to contact you.

“Is there a reason why your boyfriend called me?” Yoongi asks you from the other line. He has you on face-time, awkwardly propping up the camera to show his elbow as he mixes a batch of cookies.

It’s been about a week since you saw Jungkook.

After he dropped you off at home, he wanted to put it all behind him. He kissed you sweetly and murmured apologies for overreacting as his hands slipped under your shirt. But you sent him home before he could convince you to sleep with him. You were still upset about how hostile he was toward Taehyung, his accusations about you, and what his outburst meant.

That hasn’t stopped him from trying to get back to your good graces, though.

The number of missed calls from him keeps increasing by the hour. Ones that you leave unanswered or send straight to your voicemail. 

You don’t want to talk to him.

At your door, you hear him rapping his knuckles against the wooden frame and insistently ringing at your doorbell. From the other side of the door, he begs for a chance to explain. 

You don’t want to see him.

Clearly, after reaching you directly hasn’t worked, he’s starting to contact your friends.

“He’s probably trying to find me,” you tell Yoongi, poking at a bowl of fresh strawberries. You’re still dressed in your pajamas, sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter.

The sound of a small dog can be heard in the background of your line. It dawns on him that you’re not at your place or Jungkook’s.

Yoongi is silent for a moment. Then, he grabs the phone and asks, “What do you mean? Where are you?”

You don’t feel safe in your own home. And that day, while you were in Jungkook’s car, Taehyung called to check up on you. He was always good at reading people, and he warned you that he had a bad vibe about Jungkook.

And you’re starting to see what he meant.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

When you turn your phone, you reveal Taehyung busy in the kitchen, cutting off the crusts from his sandwiches. He looks over his shoulder and gives a sheepish smile at the scandalized expression on your best friend’s face. “Hey Yoongi.”

“Can you please explain what’s going on? Why are you at your ex’s?”

So, you do. You tell him that Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone, that you needed some space to cool off but he wouldn’t let you breathe. It was becoming overbearing and overwhelming.

Against your better judgment, you call Taehyung. He invites you to stay over at his place until you’re ready to talk things out with Jungkook. Because even if you’re not together, he still cares about you. Because a part of him will always love you. And at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

“I didn’t want to be alone, especially with a killer targeting women like me out there,” you explain quietly. It feels like the murders have increased in a shorter period of time. If the town wasn’t on edge before, they certainly are now. “But I was still mad at Jungkook, and he was starting to scare me.”

“So the first person you go to is your ex-boyfriend?”

“There’s nothing going on between us.”

That ship has sailed. You know it has when you walked in and saw his engagement pictures hanging on the wall.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I’m sure he would’ve figured out that I’d be with you,” you tell him with a frown.

“I just wanted to help her, hyung,” Taehyung adds as he stands behind you. “I worry about her too. That guy gives me and Tan a bad feeling.”

Yoongi sighs. “Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea either. You shouldn’t stay with Taehyung. It’ll just make things look a lot worse.”

“I guess you’re right,” you reluctantly agree. Taehyung grimaces, but he can see Yoongi’s point too.

“I’ll pick you up after my shift. You can stay with me until you’re ready to talk to Jungkook,” Yoongi tells you, looking rather serious. “Don’t do anything stupid in the meantime, okay?”

Hey. It’s Jungkook.

You stare at the message on your phone. Three dots that indicate that he’s typing something, but he keeps erasing and re-typing them again. As if he’s trying to properly convey his words.

Are we breaking up?

You stare at that message even longer. It feels childish to break up with him without trying to talk to him. For the first time in a week, you pick up your phone and type back.

You scared me, Kook.

His response is immediate.

I thought you weren’t scared of anything.

You huff when you realize he’s teasing you, even now.

Movie-wise, I’m not. But this. This is different, Kook. You were really scaring me.

Again, you see the dots appear and disappear before a handful of responses appear.

I know, babe. I’m sorry. Can you please come over? I want to show you something I’ve been working on.

You think about it.

I miss you. Bam misses you too.

Yoongi said not to do anything stupid.

Please, baby. We can just watch a movie, if you want.

But, like in every horror movie, the protagonist finds themselves making a plethora of stupid decisions.

Okay, Kook. I’ll come tonight.

Movie nights with Jungkook was one of the things you always looked forward to throughout the week. Nothing appealed to you more than a night-in with your boyfriend, food delivered at your door, and checking out new shows and movies.

You have your list of favorites, but nothing quite holds a place in your heart than a good ol’ horror movie. Tellings of urban legends, supernatural forces, paranormal activities, true crime, and slasher films. 

As you step into Jungkook’s house, it almost feels like you’re in one of those movies.

His place is dark, almost pitched black. You could barely see what’s in front of you.

“Come inside,” Jungkook says, grabbing your hand. He pulls you in and deadbolts the door behind you.

“It’s so dark,” you remark, gingerly stepping forward. You have a bad feeling about this. You almost pull back toward the door, thinking of waiting for Yoongi or going back to Taehyung instead.

But Jungkook has a firm grip on you. “I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”

“This is different, Kook,” you try to reason. “You’re really freaking me out.”

He pulls you further inside. In the living room, nothing but the TV is on. The screen is paused on a homemade film.

This must be the project that Jungkook is talking about.

Everything is set. The living room is clean, a bowl of popcorn and a couple bottles of alcohol sits on the coffee table, the lights are off, and the show is ready to play. He sits you down in the middle and keeps an arm around you.

“You know, when we met, you were exactly what I was looking for,” he starts as he presses play.

The tape shows you. Bam lying on your lap as you affectionately pet his face and kiss the top of his head. You, holding Jungkook’s hand and leading him down a busy sidewalk. You, in the kitchen, trying to swat his hand away as he steals your ingredients. You and Jungkook, peering into the camera lens, and your bashful face as he kisses your cheek. 

A smile tugs on your lips as you watch yourself on the screen. Jungkook leans over, copying his onscreen self and kisses your face.

One thing you liked about filming is seeing things from a different perspective. In this case, seeing yourself through Jungkook’s eyes. You look so happy, so incredibly in love with him.

Like with Taehyung, you fell for Jungkook hard and fast.

But Jungkook fell for you harder and faster.

Your smile fades as the next scene shows.

The camera points to the bed, and a couple walks in. It’s you and Jungkook, stumbling in together after drinks at a bar. You’re laughing and trying to wrap your arms around him as he leads you onto the bed. The kiss you share is messy, heated. You tug off his clothes to feel more of him.

You remember that night, but…

“Jungkook. When did you record this?”

You had no idea he was filming you then.

You don’t realize it then, but he makes eye contact with the camera, as if to check that it’s on. He maneuvers you to get a good angle of your body as you busy yourself with your own clothes, wanting him to touch you more as well.

“Jungkook, stop. I didn’t—” 

You feel so sick to your stomach.

“Don’t cry, baby. Here, I’ll fast-forward.”

But you don’t want to watch anymore. You want to leave. You shouldn’t have come here.

The screen shows you and Yoongi. The two of you are at the bakery he works at, and you’re wearing an old cardigan that you got rid of . You smile and eagerly reach for one of the coffees in his hands and take the bag of cookies he’s holding between his lips. He rolls his eyes at something you say before he takes his first sip of his Iced Americano. It’s a typical hangout between you and him.

It looks like it was taken across the street. Your heart plummets even further when you realize that the old cardigan you’re wearing was a piece of clothing you got rid of before you met Jungkook.

The scene changes. You’re sitting at the fountain at your university, looking over a script you wrote for an assignment. Taehyung comes to take a seat next to you. He greets you with a boxy smile and a kiss. The two of you were still dating at the time.

How long has Jungkook known about you?

How long has he been targeting you?

It’s you and Taehyung again. This time, it was filmed from the other night. When Taehyung came to pick you up from your house. He helps you carry some of your things into his car and hugs you when he sees the distressed look on your face. 

“Jungkook, what the fuck?”

It dawns on you that you don’t really know your boyfriend at all.

You try to stand up, but Jungkook has a firm hold on you. His grip tightens when you try to resist him, and his hand seizes your neck as he pushes you down. Your heart hammers against your ribs when you quickly realize you can’t escape him. Jungkook is much stronger and faster than you are.

More images flash through the screen. It’s Jungkook this time, taking a mirror-selfie of himself dressed in all black. He has his hood up and a Halloween mask covering his face. 

It cuts to his feet walking across the sidewalk. Carefully, the camera tilts up, showing that there’s a woman just ahead of him. She’s about your height, her hair the same as yours. She doesn’t notice him as she listens to music playing in her earbuds. 

The scene cuts again, and the same woman is bound and gagged on a chair. Fear shines through her eyes as a shadow of a knife reflects from her body. Behind the camera, Jungkook demands, “Say your line.”

He removes the gag from her mouth. Her voice pitches in a high shrill as she quickly says, “I-I love you. I won’t leave you.”

You recognize her as the latest victim of the latest killings.

And the realization hits you like a truck. Jungkook and his night shifts, the increasing deaths, his interest in filming, having you as the star.

“I practiced, you know. I’ll get it right this time,” he tells you, pulling out some rope he had hidden behind the cushion. You’re trembling as he wraps them tightly around your wrist. “I’ll make sure you don’t leave me again.”

“You’re so bad,” the Jungkook on the screen says, showing what looks like an abandoned warehouse. It’s dimly lit, but you can hear someone running from him. But he doesn’t seem worried, his heavy footsteps casually echo across the concrete. In his hand is a sharp and bloody knife. Mockingly, he asks, “Where did you think you’d go?”

The victim has been let go, but she isn’t free. Ahead, she finds herself cornered as Jungkook catches up to her. Terrified, she holds her hands out in front of her, as if that would stop him.

It’s like seeing your own fate on the screen.

The woman begs and screams before her blood splatters across the floor. You find yourself quoting her, staring up at his darkened eyes. “No, please. Don’t hurt me.”

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, staring right at you. His mouth twitches, fighting a smile. “I thought you liked horror movies.”

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[idollete]

meninas, eu preciso hablar.

já que me perguntaram de kpop eu preciso falar aqui de um vídeo que apareceu pra mim no tiktok

alguma SAFADA (porque isso é uma grande SAFADEZA) teve a PACHORRA de juntar o vídeo do matías baforando pra cima e do jungkook baforando pra cima em UM edit só

mas é SEM CABIMENTO porque EU QUERIA 1 BAFORADA DESSA TAMBÉM

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[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : III |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions

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« - Dr. Kim, thank you for coming. 

- Mr. Jeon, I understand there's a problem with your son? 

- Oh no, sorry about that little... That's a lie. But go ahead, take a seat. » 

Taehyung seemed not to understand, looking at the young man in front of him, searching for his words before settling down at the dining table. He should have understood the deception when he arrived in front of the luxurious restaurant, a Korean brand. But who had seen his first steps in America, an Iyuno or something like that. He plays with his lower lip, trying to understand what's going on in Jeon Jungkook's mind, who seems satisfied. He nods gently, before speaking again, sure of himself. 

« - Mr. Kim, I understand you're the best doctor in Seoul Hospital. 

- I'm treating your son for... Four years ? And you've only just realized it ? 

A light laugh passes Jungkook's lips, and he lets the waiter give them their menus before resuming the conversation.

- I like you Mr. Kim, I mean, not just as a doctor. 

- I don't think I know what you mean. What's your point? 

- I'd like to understand you better, but not as a doctor. As... a real person. »  

Taehyung turned pale, obviously searching for words as he looked at Jungkook, playing with the menu in his hands. He hadn't had a real relationship for almost six years now. When a guy two years younger than him had broken his heart. Not to say ripped it out without any subtlety. He looked at Jungkook, who seemed to be savoring his white wine, before coming back to reality: Jeon Jungkook wasn't just anyone. He was known in the business as a real shark, and when he wanted something, he got it. In love, it was the same. He'd never give up after a simple no, even if in reality he'd never had to take no for an answer. 

« - You flatter me, Mr Jeon, but you know that my life is... Complicated. And I can't always leave work when you call me for dinner, you know? 

- I'm aware of that, yes. You're a busy man, but that's okay with me. Let's at least try, shall we say, a short month? Or even two? Let's see where it goes. If we can't do anything about it, then too bad, let's throw in the towel and just be cordial. Otherwise, let's live this idyll. »  

Taehyung seemed to be thinking, to tell the truth Jungkook didn't leave him indifferent, he really was a very handsome man, completely Taehyung's type, to say no would be to lie to oneself, but to say yes would mean taking the risk that Jungkook would fall into his bad habits, if he didn't know it, Taehyung did a lot of research on the internet on a bit of everyone, especially the big names, like Jeon here. He knew he collected trophies, stacking them in a corner before simply dropping them. When the dishes finally arrived, Taehyung resumed the conversation with a slight smile. 

« - I'm a loyal man, Jungkook. I don't like people playing with my feelings, or even with me. I expect the same from my life partner. 

- Oh, the rumors are flying, but I didn't expect you to read them. Or even believe them. If you say yes, I could show you how wrong the vipers of the journalistic world are to judge me as they do. 

- I never said I wouldn't say no. I'm just laying down some simple rules, to make sure we're clear. 

- You'll know in time that I'm a possessive person. So I hope for your sake you're telling the truth, Taehyung. I won't let you slip through my fingers so easily. 

- Perfect. »  

Hearing Jungkook pronounce his first name had turned him around, and throughout the meal, he'd had several thoughts that had caught him unawares. A shiver ran down his spine in front of his front door, as he could feel Jungkook also have a moment's hesitation, before simply kissing him, softly, tenderly. Like a couple of children. Before he took several large steps back, as if he was holding back from going much further, certainly wanting to leave time to time, and not rush into anything. 

« - I'll pick you up this weekend, after work.

- Oh, I hope you don't want to take me too far. Because I'm on call. 

- No, just an outing between us, not too far, I promise. 

- Perfect. See you Friday then, Jungkook. 

- See you on Friday. »  

His heart beats a thousand beats a second as he closes the door of his big apartment, staring into space, as he presses his fingers to his lips, surprised to have enjoyed a simple little kiss like this so much, smiling like a schoolgirl as he joins his huge living room, dropping into his sofa, as he seems to be on cloud nine. 

                                                           -x-

« I too would have loved to have my lips on your taut penis, and hear your melodious voice. I'm just jealous. Maybe I should go after your little Yoongi ? No ? » 

Again that damn unfamiliar number, his gaze can't help but drop the phone between his fingers, his fingers hesitating to tell her to go to hell. But Jimin could do nothing but worry. Who was this bloody psychopath, who obviously didn't leave him alone. But he was in a quandary, to be quite honest, when Jimin had felt Yoongi's lips on his taut penis, he'd completely panicked. And since then, he'd made absolutely no attempt to contact him, or even agreed to answer his calls. It was getting a little awkward, because of the end-of-year project. If Yoongi didn't validate, then he wouldn't have his golden pass for his final year, and the absolute chance of being scouted for a prestigious dance school. A sigh passes his lips. It was almost midnight, and he hadn't seen the time go by, too busy practicing, until he heard the door open, revealing Min Yoongi's face, obviously ready to kill someone. If he hadn't already done so when he arrived. 

« - Park Jimin. 

- Min Yoongi. I'm sorry, I got caught up in... Work. 

- Let's talk about work. I've been trying to get your latest model for two days. Why haven't I received it yet ? Are you avoiding me ? 

- No, I'm not avoiding you. I'm not avoiding you at all. I mean, why would I, we've had... Consensual relationship. That's all. 

- Do you have a problem with me having... when I sucked your member? »  

Jimin hesitated at Yoongi's raw phrase, surprised, looking at the older man as if from another world, another planet, understanding the whole situation. As if so far, he'd been lying to himself. No, of course not, that hadn't happened. Worse still, he didn't want it to happen again. A new lie. He understands when he looks at the now redhead, everything about him drives him crazy, makes him vibrate and he's terrified. Because after all, he doesn't really know this guy. So this kind of feeling, this kind of attraction seems unreal to him. 

« - Listen, Jimin, if you want, can we act like nothing's happened? 

- No, we can't. Absolutely not. Because it did happen, and I want to assume it, let's assume it. I'm sorry. I act too much like a kid. 

- No, you're not. I want to take responsibility for what happened. And why not, start again? 

- Everyone's gonna think I got all this because I'm sleeping with the great Min Yoongi. 

- And they'll be wrong. You got it because you're talented. Nothing else. And I'd like to see your talent, to validate or change certain things. » 

Jimin smiles, before trying not to laugh at Yoongi's reaction, sighing before standing up, he wasn't very tired anyway, so he starts the music, moving to the rhythm, forgetting Yoongi sitting on the chair, who doesn't miss a single movement of Jimin's body, smiling like a predator, snide, before nodding, finally satisfied. 

« - Let's just change one little thing, and you'll have my approval for the presentation in six months. I'll play you the music in three months, so you can fine-tune it then. 

- Perfect. »  

Jimin finally seems relaxed, sighing happily as he drops to the floor, catching his breath with difficulty, before closing his eyes under Yoongi's crystalline laughter, he rolls around on the hot parquet floor, wrinkling his little nose before stretching noisily. 

« - My mum's got my car, can you give me a lift home? 

- Of course I can. And if you need, I can be your driver for as long as you need. 

- Thank you, Mr. Min. 

- You're welcome, Mister Park. »  

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[lnrdxz]

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[mncrr]

#encontrei o Jungkook no aeroporto de Guarulhos #JK #Jungkook #BTS #ele escolhe violência todos os dias

[mercurygguk]

head over skates · jjk ; part ii.

··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply can’t stand it.

so what happens when you’re suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?

SERIES MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS · PLAYLIST

PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au

WORDCOUNT; 1,074

RATING; 18+

WARNINGS; swearing

a/n; part 2 os hockey jk!!! i hope you're enjoying this little series so far <3 please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments or in an ask! ty for reading muah

The Nook – the campus café – is bustling with students and professors when you step inside later in the afternoon. You just finished your psychology class and texted Jihyo, asking where she was. She told you to meet her at the café for late lunch at which your stomach grumbled as soon as you read her text. That granola bar you ate earlier will only get you so far before hunger returns. Your stomach grumbles again as you step closer to the counter, quickly glancing over the menu before ordering a chicken salad and an iced coffee. 

Once ready, you grab it and try to spot Jihyo inside the busy café. When you finally spot her, you frown softly – she’s sitting in the far corner with Namjoon. They really didn’t waste any time getting to work on the project. You try your best to ignore the jealousy bubbling inside of you as you make your way to their table. 

When class had ended almost immediately after the pairs were revealed, you had packed up your stuff and left the room before Jungkook could start a conversation. When Jihyo texted you about your sudden disappearance, you were already sitting in your seat in your next class. You told her you only had a 5 minute gap between classes and had to hurry there to make it – she seemed to believe your excuse and didn’t ask any further questions.

Phew.

“Hey,” she greets you with a warm smile when you sit down next to her. “How was class?”

“Boring but at least I had Minhyuk to keep me entertained,” you grumble, voice dripping with sarcasm as you unbox your salad to pour dressing over it. Before you can take your first bite, you look up at Namjoon with your best attempt of pleading puppy eyes, “Namjoon, please switch partners with me. Please!”

Both he and Jihyo look rather surprised at your sudden outburst as you stuff your face with a big bite of salad and chicken, looking more upset than ever as you wait for a response to your pleading request.

“I- um, who was your partner again?” He asks instead of just agreeing like you had hoped he would.

You sigh deeply, “... Jungkook.”

The mention of your childhood friend turned ex-friend has Namjoon shaking his head and laughing dryly as if you just told a really bad joke. You stare at him with a glare, waiting impatiently, internally praying and hoping he’ll say yes if you look miserable enough.

“I’m sorry, ____, but no, I don’t think so.”

You groan, the hints of a whine under it, “why not? You know Jihyo and I always do projects together-”

He shrugs, “as much as I feel bad for you, it’s still a no. Jungkook isn’t exactly the type of guy you wanna pair up with for projects.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “yeah, no shit. Why do you think I’m asking?”

Jihyo places a hand on your shoulder as if to calm you down. Looking at it from an outside point of view, you probably need it. 

“Come on, ____,” she chuckles, “I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think.”

She’s probably right – Jungkook isn’t a bad guy or anything, that much you know. He’s just that guy who cut you out of his life as soon as popularity grabbed a hold of him and made him prioritize everyone else over you. You’ve never been about that popular lifestyle so when he first gained attention from the pretty girls and the cool boys in high school, you knew the expiration date for your friendship was nearing. And as someone who hates holding grudges, you’ve been holding this exact grudge for half a decade with no plans of ending it any time soon.

“But it’s Jungkook,” you groan in frustration, “you know our history.”

She nods, “yes, I do. But maybe it’s time for both of you to move past that? It’s been 5 years already, ____.”

Despite knowing she’s right, you let out a fake laugh and return your focus to your salad. As much as you’d like to move past it, you just can’t. Jungkook really hurt you and it seems he doesn’t care so why would you spend your time and energy on him? Why should you forgive him for leaving you behind without so much as an explanation for his asshole behavior?

“Yeah, over my dead body.”

Jihyo sighs deeply in defeat while Namjoon stifles a laugh. You shoot them both an annoyed look before taking another big bite of your salad. You should’ve known Namjoon wouldn’t switch partners with you – he’s crushing on your best friend, for Christ’s sake. But still, it was worth a shot.

The three of you finish lunch in the matter of 30 minutes before you have to be at yet another class. They share their next class and you’re on your own once again, dragging yourself to class.

Luckily, this class is the last one for today.

Once you locate the classroom and find a seat, you get settled and ready for the class to start. You’re browsing around on your laptop when a text suddenly appears in the right upper corner of the screen. The fact that you receive a text isn’t that exciting or out of place but the person sending it certainly is. 

And as if one text wasn’t enough, a row of them ticks in after the first one.

[2:24 PM] Jeon🤬👊🏼: hey, idk if this is still your number

[2:24 PM] Jeon🤬👊🏼: if it is, hey ;)

[2:24 PM] Jeon🤬👊🏼: wanna meet up sometime this week to work on the project? 

You stare at the texts for a minute, racking your brain for all the reasons why Jeon Jungkook still has your number after all these years and then you wonder why you still have his. Also, since when does Jeon Jungkook care about doing a project? You didn’t exactly peg him to be the one encouraging school work. Although, it seems you’re taking too long to reply because he sends you another text before you have the chance to think of a reply.

This guy certainly doesn’t fear the concept of double texting. Or triple texting. No, he shamelessly texted you four times – probably without second guessing it too.

[2:25 PM] Jeon🤬👊🏼: I’ll bring iced Americano :)) if you still drink it, that is

You’re simply speechless.

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⸺ você é como um trevo de quatro folhas ⭑ haseul e heejin ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [angelcosmic]

⸺ 40° de amor ⭑ wheein e hwasa ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑

⸺ clube dos sonhos frustrados ⭑ jimin e jungkook ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [serpentae]

⸺ como uma marionete ⭑ shuhua e yuqi ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [angellen]

⸺ depois que você me deixou ⭑ shuhua e yuqi ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [elizabeth_Carter7]

⸺ desabrochando ao teu lado ⭑ sana e jihyo ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [kanfleurs]

⸺ escolha a melhor esposa! ⭑ gidle ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [wynnue]

⸺ fim do mundo ⭑ soyeon e minnie ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [maluyoongi]

⸺ me escreva, maria ⭑ hwasa e moonbyul ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [kanfleurs]

⸺ mensagens não respondidas ⭑ lia e ryujin ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [kanfleurs]

⸺ orgulho e preconceito ⭑ jimin e jungkook ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [jimindoin]

⸺ pedalando imediatamente para vê-lo ⭑ namjoon e taehyung ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [koolate]

⸺ por todo os lugares do mundo ⭑ moonbyul e taehyung ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [kanfleurs]

⸺ se eu não me amar, quem vai? ⭑ wheein ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [moonstar_841]

⸺ super lady ⭑ yuqi ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [gguukmong]

⸺ october wild ⭑ wheein e solar [feat com @maluyoongi] ⭑ disponível | indisponível ⭑ [trancyz, eu]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍰

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFicha (comente exatamente assim)

User no spirit: @.fulano (use uma conta que não mude tanto o user) Nome da capa: título

#trancyz #doação de capas #16/03/2024 #trancyz doações #capa para social spirit #capa para fanfic #capa de fanfic #capa para spirit #capa romantica #capa colagem #capa fluffy #capa divertida #capa simples #capa para fic #capa de fic #design simples #design clean #design colagem

[deliriostarr]

oii, benzinho, pd fazer um moodboard do jungkook em uma vibe carioca de ipanema, tatuador e guitarrista que tem 25 anos e ouve baco?!

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐂𝐀 ͏⠀͏𝖽𝖾͏⠀͏ 𝖨𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖠, 𝗥𝗝 ͏⠀͏: ͏⠀͏🦜 ⠴

[ 🔆🌴 ]ㅤ͏⠀͏𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖽𖦹͏⠀͏ 𝗇𝖺 ͏⠀͏𝗆⍺𝗋𝖾́ㅤ ' 25 ㅤ͏⠀͏해 ✶

𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺 ͏& ͏𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋͏⠀͏— ͏⠀͏𝖡 𝖠 𝖢 𝖮 𝐦𝐩𝟑 ⠖📼🍺

Caso for utilizar, dê os devidos créditos para deliriostar on ig. 🧸ྀི

#bios rpg #messy bios #rp help #simbols bios #bios ideas #aesthetic bios #bios #kpop bios #rpg #rpg help #jk #bts jk #jeon jungkook #jungkook bios #jungkook bts #moodboard #jungkook moodboard

[pipposcanon]

Você é mecânico, JungKook?

em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos.

2024©

#capa para fanfic #capa simples #fanart #fanfiction #bts #capa de fanfic #capa para social spirit #jungkook #Spotify

[xxpujinxx]

data de postagem: 01/02/2024. nome da história: Coquette [park jimin e jeon jungkook] inspiração: @chanyouchan capa teste e para uso pessoal, não baixe! em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos.

#DS #Design simples #Capa para fanfic #Capa para spirit #Spirit #Fanfic

[zelosnation]

DOAÇÃO DE CAPAS SPIRIT

bem eu decidi fazer isto aqui pois são muitas que eu tenho para doação, com isto vou colocar tudo num post e qualquer coisa eu também apago e fiz demência.

bem, eu desisti do spirit, no entanto, ainda sou capista para lá, pois sinceramente, é terapia para mim editar no estilo do spirit, e é uma das coisas que mais me orgulho de fazer.

eu faço mais capa de wattpad, mas isso pq eu n tenho pedidos de spirit e eu me admiro de mta gente aqui, que é onde vejo as pessoas do spirit ou não postando suas capinhas, sempre cadelo e admiro mt vcs, tanto que um dia espero ser como vcs!

com isso, vamos às regras!

( o meu estilo de regras não é diferente das regras de capa de wattpad, então, não estranhe caso ver outras pessoas fazendo diferente, pois eu apenas adotei este estilo devido ao wattpad e pessoas que admiro lá e é muito melhor assim )

você pode pegar quantas capinhas quiser, no entanto, tem que dar plot para cada uma. o que é um plot? ideia, sinopse, etc. no entanto, eu estou aceitando mais a sinopse, para eu saber que realmente tem algo mentalizado para tal capa.

você não precisa ter ela postada, mas tem que postar dentro de três dias. porquê somente esses dias? pois eu antes dava uma semana, no entanto teve gente que não cumpriu ou sequer postou a fanfic. saiba que se pegar a fanfic, terá que postá-la nesse tempo se não a tiver finalizada.

me seguir aqui, ( pc: who is gonna play? ) obrigatoriamente, e se tiver conta no wattpad e/ou twitter(x), seguir lá tbm ( wattpad , twitter )

eu não faço alterações nas capas. o que está no título, é o que está. apenas coloco frase ( opcional ) e user.

use a capa por um mês, depois pode trocar à vontade

dê os creditos, basta um ( capa por zelosnation ), não vai cair o dedo assim como não vai usar algo meu sem créditos, que será considerado plágio

não darei capa para uma pessoa com plot que descumpra as regras, assim como não permitirei o uso de uma capa minha ao descobrir que a obra não está seguindo as regras. sei ainda das regras do spirit até à última atualização do ano passado, e acredito que certas regras não mudaram, então atenção.

se no caso do 7 não retirar a capa em caso de fanfic problemática, eu não irei tomar medidas leves, pois eu pedirei com educação, pois não quero estar envolvida nessas coisas. pense bem antes de adotar algo meu

você mandará o plot no meu pv, junto de uma senha ( palavra chave ) que você encontrará no meio das regras. é a única palavra em negrito, itálico e mais pequena no meio destas regras.

Após mandar sua capa, eu tenho até 72h para te responder se ficará ou não com a capa. caso não responda até esse tempo acabar, a capa não será sua. caso for sua, eu tenho até 48h para te entregar a capa, e você terá os três dias para postar a fanfic, ou caso tiver postada, 12h para a colocação da capa.

bem, está seguindo as regras? vamos às capinhas, então!

GOOD BOY GOD BAD (indisponível — doada a __Lanna_)

< soobin ( txt ) >

DARKNESS TWINS

< heesung ( enhypen ) + karina ( aespa ) >

VAI ENCONTRAR ALGUÉM COMO TU ( banner incluído )

< heesung ( enhypen ) + karina ( aespa ) >

CASO 97

< jungkook ( bts ) + sana ( twice ) >

THE BLACK MAMBA (indisponível — doada a __Lanna_)

< karina ( aespa ) >

WHO IS GONNA PLAY?

< yeosang ( ateez ) >

SUSPECTS (indisponível — doada a __Lanna_)

< yuqi ( gidle ) + minnie ( gidle ) + wooyoung ( ateez ) + san ( ateez ) >

THE WENDING (indisponível — doada a __Lanna_)

< yeri ( red velvet ) >

LIMITLESS (indisponível — doada a __Lanna_)

< san ( ateez ) >

[butvega]

vega pode escrever como vc acha que é o jk namoradinho… ele tem cara de ser taoo dengoso 😫

💓 anon, obrigada por isso! era só um empurrãozinho pra eu fazer o jk como namorado, afinal, ele já é meu namorado. (desculpa, markie)

jeon jungkook maps.

sim, ele é o namorado mais manhoso que existe. gosta de abraços, cafuné, beijinhos, contato físico o tempo INTEIRO.

ama que você mexa no cabelo dele, quase ronrona que nem um gatinho com o carinho.

gosta de elogios, tanto fora, quanto dentro do quarto.

ama tomar banho junto com você, quase sempre rola sexo, mas ele gosta mais por conta da intimidade mesmo.

cozinha pra você quase sempre, e se for por ele, dá até comida na sua boca.

é meio viciado em trabalho, mas quando o assunto é você, ele deixa o trabalho de lado.

fica todo bobo e envergonhado quando você o chama de "ggukie", "ggu", ou "jungkookie".

seria do tipo que te chama de jagiya.

divide as tarefas de casa com você, uma vez que adora limpeza.

tá sempre bastante cheiroso: corpo, cabelo, rostinho, roupas.

quase não tem pêlos no corpo.

do tipo que se você estiver tomando banho, entra no banheiro, e faz xixi sem nem ligar pra você ali.

tem meio que uma tara pela sua bunda, adora apertar e bater.

quando ele acorda, fica meio devagar, demora até raciocinar, e só quer saber de ficar agarradinho com você, até acordar de verdade.

volta e meia tem ataque de rinite, e fica enjoadinho.

você acha lindo quando ele usa óculos pela casa.

MUITO adepto ao sexo.

fica todo vermelho quando você o chama de coelhinho, mas gosta.

tem o hábito de fumar pós sexo; fica vermelhinho, a testa suada com os fios da franja molhados, fumando um pra descansar.

malha bastante.

vive andando sem camisa pela casa, só de samba canção.

não curte dormir de conchinha, gosta mais que você durma com a cabeça no peito dele, que ele pode te abraçar.

come DEMAIS.

já chorou várias vezes quando vocês brigaram, mas não gosta de falar sobre.

enfim, jeon jungkook é minha meta de homem infelizmente

#bts #bts pt br #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook pt br #jungkook pt br #jungkook

[jenniejjun]

oii, meu amor, minha vida 🩷💭 você faria algo com o haechan pra mim? O que você quiser

I MIGHT CHANGE YOUR CONTACT TO 'DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE'.

PAR: lee donghyuck x leitora!fem

GÊNERO: established relationship, smut, college!au

avisos: 2000s au porque eu só consigo aceitar essa estética meio maneater das ideias se não for nessa época, ambos são maiores de idade e estão na faculdade, leitora é popularzinha das ideias mas é um amorzinho (sem cair no estereótipo hein) e o hyuck tb, consumo de álcool e cannabis, essa fic contém o lucas galera então se vocês não gostarem dele recomendo passar reto nessa, menção à outros idols (jungkook do bts, jennie do bp, nayeon do twice), leve nipple play (bem leve mesmo), umas mãozinhas bobas aqui e ali, leitora e haechan são bem melosinhos, oral (haechan recebe).

nós mulheres meio barbie da margot robbie das ideias! omg, uma fic com um título que não seja uma música da taylor swift? olá querides, voltei! então galera, estava matutando como fazer essa ask da @tyongbrat quando me deparei com uma playlist com todos os ícones dos anos 2000 e me ocorreu de fazer uma temática dos neos na faculdade! não pude perder a oportunidade, espero que tenha ficado do agrado amgggg! e eu amei escrever nesse universo, se quiserem pedir mais coisinha dele hihi

A casa de fraternidade estava tão lotada que você mal sabia como couberam lá dentro, mas jamais perderia a primeira festa após as provas. Era onde todo mundo ia curtir, extravasar, depois de quebrar a cabeça com um amontoado de papéis que definia se você ia passar o restante do semestre chorando ou comemorando. E é claro que os Neos nunca deixariam essa oportunidade passar batido.

Eles eram a fraternidade mais conhecida do campus, 23 garotos extremamente atraentes e bem dotados— pelo que se diziam nos corredores—, juntos eles formavam a Neo Culture Technology. Era o tipo de fraternidade que só legados conseguiam entrar, filhos de gente rica que há muito também já fizeram parte, ou pessoas extremamente sortudas.

Você se sentia imensamente orgulhosa de se gabar por ter Lee Donghyuck como seu namorado, um desses 23 garotos. O motivo de muitas calcinhas por aí caírem com apenas um olhar dele, mas você evitava pensar muito sobre isso. Sabe que seu namorado apenas tem olhos para você.

Olhando em volta, você ignora as pessoas ao seu redor te encarando e continua empurrando seu espaço pela multidão, agarrada a mão de Jennie Kim que trazia Im Nayeon atrás de si.

"Calma aí gente, esses saltos 'tão me matando!", Nayeon reclamou ajustando a bolsa de marca nos ombros. Você revirou os olhos projetando os lábios em um biquinho fofo e brilhoso com seu gloss. "Por que a pressa, gatinha? Você vai ver ele a noite toda."

Jennie te encarou maliciosa seguindo os passos, segurando a cara de nojo quando um rapaz vomitou perto de seus pés. "É, mas ela não vê a hora de engolir a carinha dele, né?"

Mostrou sua língua para ela, rindo.

"A gente prometeu dar um tempo essa semana pra focar nas provas, só tô com saudade!", você explicou carente e se aproveitou da proximidade para tombar seu ombro com o da amiga. "E não é como se você também não 'tivesse louca pra ver o Tae."

Quando encontrou o silêncio como sua resposta e a risada estrondosa de Nayeon, tomou o argumento como vencido. Passaram por uma cortina de fumaça para, então, se depararem com Mark Lee e Wong Yukhei com cigarros na mão. O cheiro forte de maconha fez sua cabeça doer de levinho, mas você sorriu feliz ao ver os amigos.

"Ih, alá! Se liga em quem apareceu", Yukhei sorriu já abrindo os braços. Você não demorou muito para cumprimentá-lo, logo após Mark.

"Até parece que a gente ia perder", você respondeu rolando as órbitas afetuosamente. Observou Jennie murmurar um 'chega pra lá' para Wong e pegar o cigarro de sua mão, Nayeon já pegava o copo de Mark enquanto ele enchia um novo para si.

"Papo reto, essa festa 'tava um porre antes de vocês chegarem", Lee exclamou descendo o álcool no copinho vermelho que segurava. Você segurou a risada quando Jennie se pronunciou divertida:

"Tá todo galante por quê, hein, Marquinhos? A Nayeon não vai dormir contigo não, desencana!"

"Ah, Jennie, vai pra porra!", eles responderam juntos rindo.

Você se dispersou um pouco, procurando seu namorado. Qualquer vestígio dos cabelos desarrumados ou dos olhinhos pretinhos que você tanto ama, encontrou quase todos ali, menos ele. Jaehyun pegando alguma menina do segundo semestre, Yuta e Shotaro jogavam alguma variação de strip poker com alguns garotos e garotas, Jeno e Jaemin conversando mais calmamente e até acenaram quando te viram. O fez de volta.

"Tá procurando o Hycuk?", Yukhei indagou com um sorrisinho sacana. Te conhecia bem, na verdade, você não fazia muita questão de esconder. Jennie e Nayeon riam do seu jeitinho 'despretensioso' ao procurá-lo por aquelas cabeças adultas.

"Tô, sabe onde ele tá?"

"Por favor, diz logo pra ela antes que essa coitada exploda", Nayeon zombou. Você mostrou o dedo do meio pra ela em retorno. "Te amo amiga!"

"Ama nada, sua traíra", você murmurou brincalhona quando Mark chamou sua atenção apontando pro lado de fora. O copo na boca, no entanto, te fez grunhir. Não estava sendo muito claro.

"Tá jogando beer pong com uns caras do Bangtan, vai lá que 'cê encontra ele", o seu amigo continuou generoso. Você, animadinha, arrumou sua saia e jogou sua bolsa pra Jennie.

"Vai lá, gatinha, mas fica com o celular e manda mensagem se for ficar", ela avisou te devolvendo o aparelho e você praticamente correu pra fora.

O motivo de não tê-lo visto foi porque a mesa ficava basicamente afastada, bem pertinho da piscina, mas lá estava ele. Em toda sua glória. O Lee portava uma roupa bem mais simples do que estava acostumada, o que te indicava que os meninos, provavelmente, tiveram de arrastá-lo da cama para tal festa. A camiseta preta combinava perfeitamente com a correntinha de prata que ele usava, um presente seu.

Mal pôde conter o sorriso ao se aproximar do homem, mirando distraidamente uma bolinha de ping pong em um dos copos antes que seus amigos abrissem caminho para que você o surpreendesse. Cutucando brevemente seu ombro, esperou que o menino se virasse para que pudesse se perder na imensidade escura que eram suas irises. Você nem se preocupou em segurar o risinho divertido que escapou de seus lábios ao ver o sorrisinho sacana e preguiçoso no rosto de seu namorado se formando.

"Princesa", ele chamou abrindo os bracinhos. O jogo já havia sido esquecido quando você pulou nos braços dele para que trocassem um beijo demorado.

Mataram toda a saudade naquilo. Suas línguas dançavam indolentes, esquecendo-se rapidamente do público ao redor. Seu gloss labial se misturando com a boca dele, sentindo o gostinho de cereja que os brilhos traziam. Um ardor se instalou no seu ventre e você apertou as pernas ainda no abraço dele. Haechan tinha te levantado minimante do chão, seus braços se cruzando abaixo de sua bunda, por baixo da saia que usava.

"Arrumem um quarto, pô, ninguém é obrigado a ver isso não!", Jeon Jungkook brincou de algum canto, você honestamente não conseguia distinguir tão imersa naqueles lábios chupando os seus e deixando os arredores de sua boca vermelhos.

"A gente vai", Hyuck murmurou contra você sorrindo devagarinho. Te olhando tão lascivo enquanto te descia para o chão, você podia jurar que ele era o próprio anjo caído da perdição. Seu diabo pessoal.

Manhosa, você gemeu baixinho o beliscando.

"Ei, ei, calma!", o moreno riu enlaçando seus dedos.

"Passamos muito tempo separados, cara! Não posso sentir falta do meu namorado?", você resmungou agarrando o braço dele enquanto se afastavam dali. Conhecia excepcionalmente bem aquele caminho, a casa da piscina já entrava em seu campo de visão. "Ih, não reclamo mais."

"Hm, bom mesmo", o rapaz respondeu de volta te juntando a ele. Sua mão lhe puxando para perto por suas nádegas te fez soltar um riso estrangulado enquanto batia nos braços dele. "Fica quietinha aí enquanto eu abro, vai."

Você ofegou abrindo a boca em um perfeito 'O', em falso choque com a audácia de seu namorado.

"Que audácia é essa, Donghyuck?", você indagou risonha. O namorado revirava o molinho de chaves na mão irritadiço com a demora, você não pôde evitar de ver graça no menino. Sem se aguentar, você grudou os lábios no pescoço do moreno deixando sua trilha de beijinhos e mordidas ali. "Você tá tão lindinho hoje."

Chupando o ponto entre a juntura de seu pomo de seu pomo de adão e sua traqueia, você escutou o ofegar do namorado que ainda tentava abrir a porta do local. Sacana, você escorregou suas mãos pelo corpo dele. Uma delas na bunda dele, a outra segurando os fiozinhos pequenos em sua nuca. Puxando de levinho conforme fazia seu estrago na garganta do rapaz.

"E você toda safada", o Lee respondeu te apertando contra si. Afastou seu rostinho da curvatura do pescoço dele, os dedos dele fincavam em sua nuca num aperto gostoso que te fez sorrir preguiçosa. Os lábios inchados dele pareciam extremamente convidativos. "Sentiu tanto assim a minha falta, é?"

Você assentiu, fechando a distância entre vocês. Beijava ele de forma ociosa, deixando com que sua uma de suas pernas se encaixasse perfeitamente entre as dele aproximando suas intimidades. Você gemeu, sem vergonha nenhuma, quando ouviu o click da porta atrás de você. Não demorou muito para Haechan te empurrar para dentro e fechar a única guarnição que os separava da grande festa de fraternidade.

"Uhum", você murmurou contra os lábios dele. Enquanto Haechan mordia sua boca, você desabotoava a blusinha social que usava com a saia combinando. Assim que a peça caiu no chão, você sentiu o ar gelado bater contra seus pontinhos sensíveis e eriçados pelo tesão. Entre cada beijo, você falava:

"Daqui a pouco", beijo. "Vou ter que mudar seu contato", outro beijo. "Pra 'proibido me deixar'", mais um beijo. "'Sozinha'."

"A ideia foi sua", ele quis rebater. As mãos grandes de Hyuck foram para seus peitos, sempre obcecado, você anotou mentalmente risonha. Os dedos ágeis brincavam com os mamilos, os girando devagarinho.

"Nem sei onde eu 'tava com a cabeça", você respondeu tirando a camisa dele. A visão do peitoral bem manuseado do namorado te fez grunhir, jogou a cabeça pra trás quando ele abocanhou um de seus seios brincando com ele. "Dongsookie."

"Gostosa demais, puta que me pariu"

Você gargalhou em meio aos sons pecaminosos que seus lábios inchados soltavam, travando uma batalha entre suas mãos e o corpo dele para achar o cinto do rapaz. Demorou um pouco, mas você achou. Cintilante contra o escuro do cômodo, mas foi nele que se apoiou ao ajoelhar na frente de Lee Donghyuck com o sorriso mais pervertido que podia.

"Bebê...", ele chamou em tom de aviso.

"Shhh, fica quietinho e aproveita, vai!", você respondeu adaptando as palavras anteriores dele. O feitiço se voltando contra o feiticeiro, notou, abrindo a peça de roupa para liberar o falo rijo do coreano. Ele te xingou brincalhão, mas obedeceu suspirando.

Enquanto você masturbava o membro, dando lambidinhas tímidas aqui e ali, escutou ele dizer:

"Vou precisar tá te fazendo futura mãe dos meus filhos, não vai ter como", resmungou desconexo e você não pôde deixar de sentir borboletinhas na barriga.

Enfiando o pau lentamente na boca, respirando com clareza para não engasgar, você ficou ali vendo o moreno se transformar em nada com os seus movimentos. Fazendo a cabeça dele girar e girar, pensar somente em você e nada ao mesmo tempo. A sensação era incrível pra cacete.

#₊‧ ˖ ࣪ ་ 🐇 works by vivi #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #lee donghyuck smut #lee haechan smut #lee donghyuck x reader #lee haechan x reader #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut