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armpirate · 10 months

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Is it the water or is it me? || JJK

pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob.

Summary: You and Jungkook have been working together for quite some time, which ended up with him growing a crush on you that was one sided. Or so he thought.

There you were again, walking around with that radiant smile that made everyone instantly smile at you, as if you brought with you a ray of sunshine in your pocket. Jungkook wasn’t sure about the rest, but he for sure thought his morning would get better only with the idea of seeing you there.

He wasn’t sure of when his crush on you started, but he knew that something clicked in his brain when you first stepped in the office, starting your practices there. And he remembered how hard it was for him to focus on something else when his boss assigned him to be your mentor. He tried to keep his focus on the screen, but his eyes kept running over your body, tracing the subtle way your curves formed under your floral dress.

And while he thought it was a temporary attraction because you were the new thing, it only kept evolving as you grew closer together.

As time went by, you two became the type of coworkers that would be constantly together in the workplace, and that would get more touchy than you should -sometimes his hand would reach to your nape, under your hair, to give it a playful and soft squeeze; sometimes it was you the one who touched his arm or playfully laid your head on your shoulder as you laughed together. Not to mention those “colleagues dates” you would have randomly, out of the office, just to catch up with rumors and gossip when you weren’t on the same shift. And more than once, Jungkook finished the day feeling guilty for not taking the chance on you. He wasn’t sure whether you’d feel comfortable or not. He could easily be misinterpreting your too friendly behavior. Maybe you were like that with everyone you were close to -although he didn’t see you acting that way with anyone else from the company, whether it was a man or a woman.

You both were attending the annual company dinner your boss prepared at the end of the year, but even then he knew nothing would change. And chances of him leaving earlier were high. Confirming that idea when you showed up with a tight black dress that lifted higher on your thigh when you sat next to him. His hand wanted to reach to your skin, and the amount of times he had to stop himself from doing it was insane.

His mind tried to concentrate on other things, as he desperately engaged in conversations with the others, until you laid your hand on his thigh, supporting your body when you leaned closer, pressing your breasts on his arms when you tried to reply to the man who was sitting next to him. If he didn’t know you, he’d have thought you were doing it on purpose.

Well, it seemed like he didn’t know you indeed, because your intention was pretty obvious. And it might have been for a few months already. Always meeting up with him, trying to finish your hang out with a kiss even. Yet you always came back disappointed when he left after giving you a friendly hug.

You went back to your seat, earning a sigh of relief from the person on your left as he moved uncomfortably, noticing one of his hands was trying to place his pants properly, before he tried to completely hide the lower part of his body under the table.

The rest of the dinner went by as a rough challenge for him, trying to test his limits before he jumped on you in front of everyone. Although all that control would only last until you all moved your party to a club near the restaurant you were at. Having to see you dancing with random guys all night wasn’t what he was planning at all, and he blamed himself for staying longer than he was intending to only because you insisted on him going.

During one of those glances he aimed at you, he was sure he caught you looking at him over the guy’s shoulder, and he swore your eyes squinted because of the smile you were hiding when his jaw clenched.

You were playing with him that night. And that annoyed him just as much as it turned him on.

Looking around him, making sure neither of your colleagues would mind your business -either because they were already too drunk or because they were somewhere else-, he started walking in your direction.

“Y/n, I’m going home” he screamed over the music.

He didn’t have to tell you, he could’ve sent you a text as he left… Yet he walked over to you, in a little hope you’d leave with him.

You frowned your eyes, finally stepping back from the blond guy that was still having his hands on you “Already?” you frowned confused “It hasn’t even been an hour since we came”.

One hour of seeing you flirt and be surrounded by men constantly, while he stared from afar hoping he had as much confidence as they did. “I don’t feel well” he lied.

Convinced you’d just shrug your shoulders and turn again, he was surprised when you held his wrist and dragged him to the restrooms, leaving behind the man you’d been dancing with for the past fifteen minutes. His feet battled to keep up with the speed of your steps, being surprised by how you were walking that fast so neatly while wearing heels.

You entered the ladies restroom, being welcomed by a few surprised looks from the women that were retouching their makeup. He was waiting for you to speak, but you had no intentions to. You knew he was feeling fine, and what bothered him was the fact that you paid no attention to him all night. You were acting bittersweet on purpose, just to get a reaction from him. Getting some water on your hands, only making them humid enough, you spreaded the tiny drops on his forehead, drenching his locks a bit when you pushed his bangs back. Your fingers felt so good when you lowered them on his cheeks, and dangerously close to his lips.

“Feeling better?” Jungkook nodded, eyes closing under your touch “Is it the water or is it me?”.

Your question made him open his eyes wide, surprised by the suggestive tone you were using. Although he didn’t know that smirk would make it way worse. “Y/n…” he whispered. “Because if it’s me, I think there are better ways to make you feel good” your doe eyes, feeling so innocent in contrast with your voice was making it difficult for his brain to work properly.

He wasn’t sure if alcohol was speaking on your behalf, but he discarded that idea when your breath smelled fruity from the only drink you’ve gotten ever since dinner started.

This time he was the one dragging your body to one of the cubicles, pressing your body to the door he had just locked. Both of his hands on both sides of your head, as he leaned over you to know what was up with your attitude that night “You’re making it so difficult for me to hold back”, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

It was ironic he was the one saying that, when he reached out to you in the middle of the dance floor to make sure you wouldn’t leave the place with that other guy.

“Who says you should hold back?” you raised an eyebrow, getting back control on the conversation.

His neck flinched when one of your hands reached his nape, digging inside his locks, at the same time your warm breath was gently caressing his throat. His cock grew bigger inside his pants as his skin welcomed the humidity of your tongue, tracing his jaw. “I want this just as much as you do, Kook” you whispered when you reached his ear.

Your voice sent dangerous alarms into his brain, something that he wasn’t able to control before he was cupping your face in his hands to lean into a sloppy and messy kiss. Feeling the taste of your saliva, mixed with the pineapple flavor of your drink, on his tongue was driving him crazy. Your hands tugging his blue shirt, and digging under it was rotting his brain with full images of everything he wanted to do to you. You didn’t know what you started.

His tongue twirled around yours, while your lips sucked on his like your life depended on it. You both had wanted this for so long, and you were finally giving in to all your wishes.

Jungkook barely gave you time to process the kiss, before he was already attacking your neck with wet open mouth kisses. Hands sneaking down your back to squeeze your ass and keep you in place. You still had room to move though, letting the thin strips of your dress fall off your shoulders, just to get your arms out of them and be able to lower your dress, exposing your tits.

Attracted to them like a magnet, his lips closed around one of your hard nipples, while his tattooed hand pinched and pulled your other button. He kept switching, making sure he’d get enough taste of the both of them.

Even if you were drunk in pleasure and excitement, too absorbed in how your clit throbbed for attention, you went to his pants instead, unzipping it and lowering them just enough to let his hard cock jump free. His teeth digged in your sensitive button as soon as your thumb started circling around his tip, getting it wet with his own precum. His cock only escaping from your fingers momentarily when he took your panties off, and circled his wrist with them.

Jungkook made sure to get his fingers wet and ready before they slid through your folds, deviously caressing you until they reached your needy clit. He felt how tight you were when he dug them deeper down your entrance, and he could only think of how it was better than he ever had imagined. You held back your moan, finally feeling being stretched by him, your walls hugging him tight and perfectly, while your brain could only picture the way he was so deep inside you that only the character on his knuckles would be the only thing visible. “You’re so tight, baby” he whispered, slowly moving his fingers in and out.

“Just imagine how tight I’ll feel around your cock” you replied back with a smirk, hearing him groan when your fingers started working on his cock again. Both of you kept moving in sync, as if it were a little heads up for what was to come.

Jungkook started walking backwards, with his fingers still stretching your pussy as much as he was able to. He dragged you on his lap when he sat on the toilet, making you straddle him. He was eager to feel you, and it was written all over his face when you dropped his cock.

Lips parted, holding back the moan that came out as a gap when you felt full again, feeling every inch of his cock invade you and stretch you out so perfectly. Both of you groaning low when your pubes finally touched, while you gave each other time to adjust to that new sensation.

Although, not even a few seconds later, Jungkook was urging you to move, fingers digging in your flesh as he pushed you upwards. Every move of your body was making him like he was in heaven, as your insides kept hugging him. Your hands held onto his shoulders, trying to get used to that new sensation that made little stars float in front of your eyes.

You felt his hips raise, trying to get deeper into you, trying to hit that right spot that would make your knees weak and barely possible to hold back your moans. Your lower lip hid under your teeth, which were biting hard on your skin, trying to keep any moan from escaping while Jungkook kept groaning against your neck and throat. Far from making you stop, though, it only encouraged you to go faster, making the tank behind him move constantly, hitting the wall and joining the sounds of your flesh clapping against each other.

“You feel so fucking good” he said, “Way better than I could ever have imagined” his lips let out a groan, and seemed like he was more careless about being heard than you were. “Fuck, keep riding my cock that way” Jungkook kept moving his hips up against you “You like it?”.

“Fuck, yes” you finally moaned lowly, moving even faster when your pussy started clenching around his cock.

That ticklish feeling in your belly was going hard on you, just a few more moves and you’d feel it showering over you, from head to toe. “Cum, baby. Cum with me” he managed your hips, controlling your movements with both of his hands, until you both exploded together.

You hugged him tight, hiding your face in his neck, biting it hard just to keep your moan from sounding louder than it already is, when you felt that sticky liquid fill your loads just as fast.

“Fuck, baby” he sighed, trying to get his breathing back to normal “Shit” he threw his head back. “I can’t believe I’ve missed on this for so long”.

You smiled against his neck, feeling exactly the same way he was “Well, I think we should make up for the wasted time tonight”.

“Let’s get out of here”

#ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #jungkook pov #coworkers #one shot #armpirate

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angelguk · 2 months

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jungkook angst au where you move to a new city and meet a very funny and charismatic coworker who you quickly befriend named jungkook. except it's not really a friendship because he keeps flirting with you and is very direct with how much he touches you (he gives you the nickname bambi because you're clumsy at things). the kicker is you're in a long term relationship with a guy you're SURE going to marry one day except one night you and jungkook share a drunken kiss after an the office christmas party and your completely lost in him because he breathes you in like you're air and his lungs are shrivelling in his chest and he stares at you like face is carved of the most precious gems on this earth. you don't sleep with him but you go home with him and he touches you with hands as gentle as sunlight and scathing as the burning star itself. you end up telling your boyfriend the truth right away and your relationship ends which you're so devastated by that you end up drunk calling jungkook and filled with guilt and angry towards yourself you promise him nothing will happen between you two again and he reluctantly agrees but he's angry and hurt because his harbouring a major crush on you. but you can't get him out of your mind no matter how hard you try and you end up drunk and naked in his bed a few nights later. feels too good to be true and it isn't because after fucking you brainless night after night and covering your body is tender kisses he tells you he ain't looking for anything serious and doesn't want to lead you on. he says he would feel put off if you ended your relationship to date him. so you pretend your relationship is not over and act like nothing he does bothers you even when you find out that he made out with another co-worker of yours (sara) and sleeps with her from time to time because that's none of your business. and then all of sudden he wants you to meet his brother and he's wanting to go on dates where you take pictures like couples do. he shows those pictures to his family and tells you that his mom thinks you'd have cute children together. but you're still not dating. but jungkook gets mad and pissy when he sees you talking to other guys, especially your other male co-workers, which you always to apologise for because apparently you lack "tactfulness" and do it to hurt his feelings. you try and keep it nonchalant and don't expect too much of him when he suddenly asks one late morning if you're still seeing your boyfriend and if you'll travel back home to spend time with him. you answer yes because you don't want to put him off and he goes quiet. when he complains about your sex life you try and spice things up without giving to much of yourself to him. when that doesn't work you give him everything. you talk him out of bad mood swings, you help him dissect his thoughts and uncover things about himself, you try things you said you never would to make him happy. he isn't statisfied but then he continues to do things that make you feel see and adored in ways you've never experienced before. yet it's all overshadowed by idiotic fights because allegedly one drunken night jungkook had asked to officially start dating you but you don't remember this at all and still think it's a fwbs situation. now when you give less, he's more hurt and offended while you think you're protecting yourself until one day you have a massive fight while he's away at his brothers wedding and you tell him you hate him but really you don't you're basically in love with him but now for him it's really over and he tells you such in your final conversation when you scream horrid things at each other and cry because you don't want it to be over but he doesn't care about you or feel the same way about anymore but get this! your company has assigned you on the same international project and you're stuck living together for four months in a shared apartment.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook x you #jungkook x oc #and they were roommates #🫠🫠🫠🫠#i had to put this out somewhere #jungkook fic #jungkook pov

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Blank Cheque

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.2k

Drabble 1 - Jungkook makes you pick a number

warnings: none

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“Can’t help but notice you haven’t cashed in that cheque.” Jungkook sits back in his office chair with you on loud speaker, this being his new favourite way to spend his lunchbreaks.

“I told you I don’t want any money for that night.” You sound annoyed as you rush to get ready, he can’t help but notice.

He smirks, firmly biting down on his gold pen, “You already signed the contract, I’m investing my money in your time. Besides I already told you it’s a gift.”

“Okay?” He can picture you frowning, maybe even rolling your eyes.

“You’re still not going to cash it in are you?” His brow quirks knowingly.

“Probably not, no.”

“Such a brat,” He sighs, a wide grin tugging his features, “Can I ask why?”

There’s a small pause as though you’re thinking of something to say, he begins to think you’ve ended the call when you finally speak up, “It’s blank. I don’t want to write down a number that’s gonna leave you short.”

At this Jungkook can’t help but silently laugh, you really are different from the others. Most women would’ve gladly emptied his bank accounts and moved countries by now but you’re scared of spending all his money. It’s as though you’ve forgotten he’s a billionaire, one of the ten richest men in London. There’s no way you can leave him short of funds.

“Tsk,” He clicks his tongue, “If you don’t write down a number today I’ll just send money directly to your bank instead.”

“Don’t do that.” You’re quick to dismiss him, “I’ll think of a number eventually.”

“How about ten thousand?” He’s smiling brightly, borderline giggling like a school girl, picturing the look you must have on your face right now.

Something he’d never admit to is that Jungkook is actually really fond of you, though his best friend Taehyung prefers to use the word obsessed. He finds you enticing, exciting and refreshing from other women he’s had similar agreements with, if he were the type of man to date women and eventually settle down there’s no doubt in his mind you would be his first choice – his only choice. That’s why he’s so smug that he got you to agree to this deal in the first place. You get along well, he actually likes you and he’s attracted to you – and you’re all his for another three hundred and fifty nine days. Not that he’s counting.

“You’re joking right?” Your tone is deadly serious.

“No, how about twenty thousand?” The numbers are meaningless to him, the only thing he’s thinking about is you.

“Jungkook,” You cut him off, “I have to get to work, I’ll take the cheque to the bank on the way there. Stop being ridiculous.”

“You’re the one being ridiculous baby, as long as the number fills the box I don’t care how much you write.”

And he really didn’t, even if by some freak coincidence you wrote down the exact figure in his bank account right now and emptied the lot, he’d be very impressed and find a way to make it work. But since you’re not accepting the offer of a measly ten thousand he highly doubts you’re going to guess the grand total of:

£3,979,129,110.04

He’s expecting to hit four billion in his personal account within two weeks as business is going really well right now, once he closes in on an upcoming deal with a global environmental health firm he plans to whisk you away somewhere hot – somewhere he can ogle you in a bikini and nobody will bat an eyelid.

“I’m hanging up now. I’ll speak to you later.”

“Let’s do dinner on Friday, that’s enough notice right? Four days from now… The cheque should’ve cleared by then so you can treat yourself to a new dress.” Despite already knowing you have to say yes he’s nervous, especially when you don’t react straight away. “Y/N? You there?”

“Sorry just putting my shoes on, dinner Friday was that?”

Jungkook exhales, relieved, “Make sure you buy something nice, I’ll take you to that new Italian place near Kensington Palace.”

“Okay.”

“Make it something sexy too.” He grins, feeling like a hormonal teenager all over again.

“Always do.” You chirp, “I gotta go, I’ll speak to you later.”

Jungkook’s afternoon is full of meetings with various departments within his company, all of which preparing their information for a big presentation he has to host before the new deal can finally be done with. He’s typing some final figures into the correct format when his phone buzzes, much to his disappointment he notices it’s not you calling but rather his personal accounts team at the bank.

“Hello?” He taps the screen to put them on speaker as he’s alone, continuing to work.

“Hello? Mr Jeon?” A young sounding woman responds, “It’s just Elena calling regarding your account.”

“Mhm, what can I do for you?” He’s concentrating on the screen in front of him, brows pinched together as he inputs the figures.

“The thing is, a girl stopped by a couple of hours ago with a cheque,” This gets his attention. He smiles, plucking his phone from the desk and holding it in front of him, “I just wanted to confirm that it was legitimate before I process the funds. For a Miss Y/N.”

“That’s correct you can process it, how much is it for again?” Curiosity gets the better of him.

“It’s for an unusually low amount of £100.”

He chuckles at this, “There must be a mistake, it’s supposed to be for ten thousand. Can you change that for me?”

“I can’t change the figure on here without Y/N’s consent… I could transfer the money directly from your personal account to hers if that’s easier, she’s left her details.”

“Yeah do that.” Jungkook hums in approval, “Make sure it’s definitely ten thousand.”

“Not a problem, what do you want to use as the payment reference Sir?”

Three weeks ago his chest would’ve tightened at the sound of another woman calling him Sir, but it goes unnoticed by him as he spins round in his chair to enjoy the view of busy London traffic.

“Brat.” He smirks, “Bravo, Romeo, Alpha, Tango.” He spells it phonetically to avoid any confusion.

“Um, okay…” The woman sounds confused, “All processed for you Sir, would you like us to store Miss Y/N’s details on your account?”

“Yeah please.” He figures he’s going to be sending you money often over the next year, if you actually let him. “Can you remove any other female contacts that are stored on there too?” He wouldn’t be needing their information anymore after all.

Clicking keys can be heard through the phone, “Not a problem I’ll get that done for you, what’s Y/N’s relation to you? Just for my notes on the system.”

Unbeknownst to you Jungkook’s heart swells with something unfamiliar, the faintest smile ghosting his lips.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

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darkestcorners · 2 years

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polarity | 04 ( Jungkook’s POV ) Sneak Peak

A/n: surprise ! Just wanted to give u all a little sneak peak of Jungkook’s POV of chapter 4. I’m not sure still when I’ll release it but probably soon. I was thinking posting his POVS after the series finished but I’m deciding against that and maybe I’ll just release this one sooner as a little gift and apology for making y’all wait so long in between my updates in general 😭🙏 We shall see but hope u guys enjoy this little teaser for now. 🫶🥰

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Jungkook felt his heart shattering the second the words left your lips.

“When will you get it through your head that I will never love you, huh?”

You were frantic, reasonably so and while he expected this sort of reaction from you, he wasn’t prepared for those words. His eyes stung, the waves of hurt were coursing through his chest and making their way up his throat. He didn’t even have time to stop it, the blow was aimed directly at his heart. He blinked rapidly, trying to process what you had just said and the pain kept worsening with each second. He wanted to physically push the words back into your mouth, to make you swallow them back down. His heartbeat quickened, his stomach sunk and it was such a foreign feeling that it only confirmed what he already knew. He had only felt this similar heartbreak one time in his life but this time, it was even worse.

You didn’t mean that, he told himself inside his head in a much more weakened tone than the brave face he was attempting to put on.

“Do you seriously think I’d ever love someone like you? Someone who ruined my life!”

His eyes burned. His chest felt tight.

Stop talking.

Stop. Talking.

Getting bold didn’t suit you and he didn’t appreciate it when that boldness was directed at him in a threatening manner.

He watches as you rip off the necklace he gave you and shove into his chest. He holds it tightly, restraining himself from lashing out on you and at the audacity you had. He wanted to inch closer, let the real rawness of him make a scene. But he didn’t despite the way he wanted to hurt you right now like you had just hurt him. Despite every instinct of him wanting to fight, to yell, to corner you, to scare you.

“Just because Eunji was a shitty friend doesn’t mean that you’re the good guy.” You seethed and he watches you intently. Cut it out , he begged you internally. He needed you to just stop. To not go off script , to not cross the line that he hadn’t prepared enough to handle. He tries his hardest not seem too taken back but it quickly fails when he feels the wetness on his cheek, a tear slipping out and crumbling his efforts.

He didn’t like the momentary control you had over his heart. He didn’t like how much you were threatening to rip it right out. Not one bit.

The puppet playing the puppet master.

That’s not the way it was supposed to go yet that’s exactly what he felt was happening. You were tugging away from the strings, frantically trying to get away from the stage.

“Leave me the hell alone, okay!? I hate you!”

The wheels on your suitcase are quick to roll against the pavement as you turn your back to him and walk off. Jungkook can feel his jaw start to ache by how hard he was clenching his teeth, it was taking him such incredible effort not to run straight after you and practically drag you back with him.

But that wasn’t smart, that wasn’t his style.

He had an audience. Someone was always watching and he wouldn’t be the one to break and make himself out as the villain. Much like a puppet show, the audience was waiting enticingly for the next act. His eyes drifted slightly, watching as a few stranger passed and eyed him, a few giving him pitying looks that tarnished his ego while others just watched curiously, wishing to know the details of a seemingly dramatic couple quarrel.

However, the looks weren’t enough to completely sidetrack him and his plan. This was still his show.

Fine, he thought to himself.

If you wanted to act like a brat, let’s see how long you would last without his help.

Jungkook loathed the way you had just made him feel, the way you had walked off and let him stand there like a fool. He hated even more how much he was reminded of how he couldn’t stand the thought of his loved one leaving. He couldn’t help but be reminded of that horrible day that he had tried so hard to forget. Those memories came back flooding in one by one, each more insufferable than the other. He hated the loneliness of them, the emptiness that caused him to lose his mind.

He wouldn’t let you make him feel like that again.

You hadn’t even gotten to the end of the sidewalk before the words were already swirling inside his head.

“I hate you!”

You were speaking out of anger, he knew that but he still couldn’t handle it. This wasn’t even the worst of him and you were already throwing that word around so carelessly. So unaware of what he’d do to punish you. He couldn’t help the sense of betrayal that crawled beneath, the feeling of being undeservingly wronged. You were lucky he loved you so much, too much to actually hurt you in ways time could never mend. Did you truly think you could handle this on your own? More importantly, did really think you could handle this without him? He wanted to laugh. You were sheltered, far too incompetent, you weren’t stupid but you lacked so much real life experience that you would convince yourself that you were. Jungkook knew how people like you functioned, he knew that loneliness would eat you up inside just like it ate him up. He knew that you couldn’t be inside your head for long without spiraling. Much like him. You two were not so different but yet your differences set you miles apart.

You would crumble.

And he wouldn’t be there to pick up the pieces.

Your strings were getting too loose for his liking and he was about to yank them back to him in the most humiliating manner.

Turn around, his thoughts demanded as he watched your figure distancing more with every second.

Turn around.

As if you could truly hear his mental pleas, he watched as you turned your neck and met his eyes. He saw the hesitation in them, the slight look of regret flashing.

His lips twitched the slightest bit.

That’s my girl.

He had you. If you really didn’t care the slightest bit about him, you wouldn’t have hesitated, you wouldn’t have turned back to look at him.

It was clear that you had expected him to run after you. It was so beautifully clear that deep down, you wanted him to.

For a psychology student, you were so blissfully unaware on how to successfully exhibit body language and how much it could tell about a person. How much a little look could speak so much words. It almost made him pity you a little, knowing how much you overthink everything yet you never seemed to correctly guess any outcome.

That overthinking quality of yours always proved to be his biggest advantage.

So that’s exactly why he didn’t bother to stop the tears from running down his face, he didn’t bother to hide the hurt. He wanted you to see the damage you caused. How much your words had sliced through him because you better than anyone knew how much words could ruin a person.

I’ll play along baby, he thought to himself despite the boiling itch under his skin. He could feel the ticking inside him, singling he needed to get away from here before the familiar ugly guest made its appearance. It could only ever unleash in the safety of his own walls.

He stared down at the necklace in his hands, clenching it tightly as he turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction of you.

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#yandere!jungkook x reader #bts yandere #yandere jungkook #yandere!jungkook #jungkook yandere #yandere!bts #yandere!jungkook x oc #jungkook angst #jungkook fic #yandere jeon jungkook #sneak peak #polarity #jungkook pov

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artscloudy · 2 years

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• ° ● ` ·.· • ¤ ° ´SPY JUNGKOOK` ° ¤ • ·.· ` ● ° •

• ° ● ` ·.· • ¤ ° ´¯` ° ¤ • ·.· ` ● ° •

♡ Jungkook ♡

#spy jungkook #bts black and white #bts black moodboard #black moodboard #kpop moodboard #bts #jungkook #kookie #bts jungkook #bts povs #bts pov #jungkook pov

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jieunslut · 16 days

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𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒇 & 𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒇 . 🖤

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You had just arrived at one of the fanciest restaurants you've ever set foot in, walking calmly through the entrance and instantly attracting admiring glances at your breathless beauty. Even though you are a successful doctor, your boyfriend insists on spoiling you with whatever he (you) wants.

When you saw your boyfriend's unmistakable black long hair and broad shoulders sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his back to the entrance, you quickly walked towards him, hugging his shoulders from behind and leaving a warm kiss on his nape before sitting across him.

"I thought you wouldn't come..." — he joked with a mischievous smile, taking your hand across the table and leaving a warm kiss on your palm, without letting go of that passionate look on you. — "But now I see the reasons... you look magnificent, as always, my darling."

You couldn't help but blush at his words, always making you melt inside, so you just smiled sweetly. Your expensive jewelry shone brightly due to the reflection of the restaurant's luxurious chandeliers, making you even more illuminated among those rich people.

Suddenly, Jungkook stands up and sits next to you this time, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His strong and masculine scent permeates your nose and fills your lungs, while his warm breath hits your earlobe, making your entire body tingle.

"You know, darling.. I'm trying my best not to grab you here in front of all these people, but you're really making this difficult for me.." — he paused and chuckled softly, leaning closer. — "So, the only thing I'm thinking about right now is taking you to my penthouse and fucking you on the balcony."

"Jungkook.. don't do this to me.." — you replied, trying your best to stay calm, but you already could feel your underwear getting damp.

"Oh.. Should I be nice to you now?" — he laughed again, pulling away and sighing deeply as he adjusted his pants that felt tighter than ever. Glancing at you one last time, he just went back to drinking his wine, anxiously waiting to take you home.

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(jk's penthouse; 12pm.)

As soon as you both entered Jungkook's luxurious mansion, he closed the door and pinned you against the cold wall, kissing you hungrily. Guiding your small hands to his bulge, he let out a needy moan into your mouth.

"Just.. Just feel how you left me. How crazy I am for you and only for you." — He whispered, as he attacked you again with his lips without even waiting for a response.

When you realized it, you were already lying on Jungkook's bed, just in your bra and panties while he licked and nibbled on your chest and collarbone, leaving countless hickeys.

"Dom- me, Goo.." — was all you could whisper, and it was all it took to bring him to the brink of lust, his eyes dark and dripping with desire.

"As you want, my baby girl." — he said in a husky tone, almost as a whisper.

Words were no longer needed, just the electric touch between the two of you. Little by little, no clothes were any longer a barrier, and Jungkook was already stickily attacking your breasts; sucking, licking and nibbling witt softness, but hungry.

His thick hands teased you in a slow and torturous way, scratching your thighs and tracing light circles on your belly, before reaching your center. He left wet kisses all over your body, moving his attention away from your breasts and down to your desire point.

"Just relax and be my good girl as always." — he whispered slyly, his warm breath hitting your wet lips and leaving kisses on your throbbing clit.

It didn't take long for him to start licking and nibbling that entire area, moaning along you when he felt how ready you were for him and only for him. While delighting in your unique taste, Jeon inserted two fingers into your entrance, pumping with calculated slowness, but increasing the pace deliciously.

"Scream my name- yeah.. like this, baby.. come in my mouth and prove to me how much you are mine." — he ordered with an authoritative air, squeezing your thighs with his free hand and burying his head even further between your shaky legs. He wanted everything of you.

You just wanted to prove to him how much you were his, how he was the only one to leave you in that state and how submissive you were to him. You wanted to prove that you were a good girl, that you would cum intensely in his mouth; and so you did.

It didn't take long for your hips to thrust one last time, causing the hot liquid to flow from your core and drop directly into Jeon's mouth. You were panting due to the intensity of that climax, but the view you came across when you looked down was even better: Jungkook licking and sucking every last hour of your nectar, with pleasure.

"Such a good girl.." — he said softly, with a proud smile.

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jungkook97 · 1 year

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fling;; jjk

pairing: canon idol!jungkook x reporter!reader

word count: 4.6k

rating: ma

genre/warnings: romance, angst

summary: you were interviewing bangtan and couldn't help but felt a level of closeness to the youngest member. soon after, jungkook ended up taking a liking to you, proposing that you two should meet up throughout the week while he was in town for a little fun.

notes: this has been a fantasy of mine. it's angst as usual, but it's more so of lost connections that the boys may have upon going on these promo cycles overseas.

this also exists within the decision to leave jungkook fictional universe from the perspective of the reader.

You were nervous. Very nervous.

Your hands were shaking a bit, clammy as you wiped the sweat off on your dress as you checked your Apple Watch for the fifteenth time. It wouldn’t really change anything but more so of a tick that you had whenever you were nervous.

It was the first time you were assigned to interview with an A-list celebrity, or rather, an A-list group. You followed their careers from nearly the beginning, slowly becoming a major fan (minus the unhinged nature of being a stan, of course). It was as if you were living your dreams out in reality, something that you never thought in a hundred years or even this lifetime that you could do.

And so, you held your breath as the time ticked closer and closer to their arrival. The staff had arrived to go over some topics that you couldn’t talk about, the usual: dating, anything super personal, and anything that would be anti-capitalistic (although you had a feeling that some of the members wouldn’t have minded having such conversations). You knew the drill at that point as you zoned off, thinking about how you would be interviewing the biggest band in the world, talking to them and them actually responding back to you in real time.

It was hard to grasp for you. Like everyone else, you always saw BTS as a group that meets a lot of people every single day, not really being able to distinguish faces or fully pay attention like operating on autopilot. The idea that they would be perceiving you drove you insane as your heart thumped ever so loudly in your eardrums, wondering who you saved in a past life to deserve interviewing a group you admired for so long.

Eventually, the time came to usher them in, and you held your breath in anticipation, continuing to self-soothe yourself by rubbing your hands on your thighs as they walked in one by one, looking exactly the same. You had seen them in concert in the press boxes, maybe a few times up close as a fan, but having them bow to you in greeting…it was a lot.

“H-hi,” you mustered all the courage to start the greeting, meeting eyes with every single member slowly, taking it all in. They responded, leaving your heart leaping for joy and also with an uncomfortable, but not uneasy feeling in your throat. You felt like it caught a mass while you were waiting for them, but you knew it was just simply nerves. “S-sorry if I’m too nervous around y’all–”

All of them started chuckling, with Namjoon putting his hands up in attempt to comfort you (it did a bit).

“It is totally okay,” Namjoon spoke in his usual deep voice, perhaps an octave lower than you anticipated. “We get this pretty often, actually.”

You flushed in embarrassment, shifting in your seat trying to feel a bit more comfortable. You could feel the heat of all seven of them having their undivided attention to you, and the studio lights being as hot too. You weren’t sure if you were sweating everywhere else, if you smelled, if you shaved enough to get rid of any peach fuzz, or if you put enough makeup to look just as gorgeous as they were.

It didn’t matter anymore. You were in the moment. Too late to go back now.

You took a quick deep breath, exhaling slowly as you heard your cameraperson stating that they were ready to roll.

“Let’s begin.”

It was easier than expected. Your nerves got the best of you at first as you stuttered the first few questions out before taking a five minute break. It was embarrassing, but the boys understood, trying to coax you and comfort you by stating that they get it often.

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to be another young fan acting like a high school girl around their crush!” you laughed, wiping your tears away from the welling of tears as you were overstimulated (you had disclosed to them awkwardly about your neurodivergence, something that Yoongi immediately nodded and expressed his understanding much to your surprise).

“You’d be surprised,” Namjoon reassured, smiling. “There was a male reporter earlier that kept freaking out about Jin-hyung.”

“Really?” you chuckled as the members nodded in agreement, talking to their oldest in Korean, probably teasing him. You weren’t fluent in Korean, but you could tell from Jin’s red ears that they were making fun of the situation.

“Yeah, it was funny,” Hoseok said, his light and bouncy voice filling up the room. He had become as fluent as Namjoon was over the past year after having spent a year in the U.S. after his enlistment. “Like, I think he got a…crush?”

“Ey, no~” Seokjin protested, you understand for him to disagree. He spoke some more, in which the interpreter from the earpiece all of you had translated, “He was a fan of all of us.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it was just you,” Hoseok pressed via interpreter. “I can tell he was one of us,” he pointed to him and Jimin (the both of them had come out to the public two weeks ago together as a part of the LGBTQ+ community).

“A crush, huh? Worldwide Handsome getting everyone!” you laughed as the interpreter did as well, translating for the rest of the team. Everyone agreed, giggling as well.

“Can we continue?” Namjoon piped in, his index finger imitating an old film camera rolling. You nodded, gesturing to the cameraman to continue.

You and BTS talked about a lot of things at length, questions that you never thought you would ever say to them. Surprisingly, a lot of the more “controversial” opinions got past the company, perhaps from all the work the boys had done to be as transparent to the fans as possible. Most of what you speculated the boys had felt during their hiatus were validated, and some were debunked to your surprise. You were shocked to learn that most of them had a lot of control over their solo activities, if not complete control despite what the conversation was at the time on Twitter.

Eventually, the boys turned the mic back to you, asking something that caught you off guard.

“We heard you’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s,” Jimin beamed in mischief, nudging the youngest to pay attention. Jungkook had barely spoken at that point, but you had felt his eyes on you the entire time, getting you a bit flustered sometimes.

Jimin wasn’t wrong. You were the biggest fan of Jungkook’s, mostly ever since his sudden glow-up with his tattoo sleeve. You had a soft spot for the kid (you were a few years older than him), and seeing him grow into this confident and sexy late-20 something was satisfying for you to see.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out, your hands covering your mouth in shock. “How did you guys know?”

“Ah…” Jimin trailed off, looking towards his other members. “I think Namjoon-hyung found your Twitter fan account yesterday?”

Fuck.

“What?!” you exclaimed, standing up. The members cracked up as Namjoon began to protest, putting his hands up. “You stalked me?!” you asked teasingly.

“No! It’s just…” Namjoon started stuttering as well, caught in the act. “I heard from our translator that you were a big fan and so, I did some digging…”

“Well, you did a lot of digging!” you argued back, laughing and flushing madly. You didn’t want to look at Jungkook at this point, although you felt he was embarrassed based on how much he was shifting in his seat from the corner of your eye.

You felt like you wanted to die. Die in a sense, you now knew that Namjoon saw your unhinged tweets about the group’s maknae. You wondered how far he scrolled down, if he saw your tweets crying about Jungkook’s sparkly ensemble at the last concert stop a few days ago that amassed to tens of thousands of tweets. You wondered how he even found it, considering that you didn’t even follow your fan account on your public one. Maybe you forgot to unlink it on your YouTube account, or maybe you had accidentally shared the numbers on your Instagram. It didn’t matter: Namjoon found it.

It grew awkwardly quiet, and you could still feel the gaze from the youngest. You were too scared to even look at him. What if he thought you were insane or unhinged? Did Namjoon even show the tweets to him? You were mortified at the thought of him staring in disbelief.

What was even worse is that he knew before you guys officially met, meaning he had been staring at you the entire time in silence, probably mortified that an obsessed, crazed fan of his was conducting the interview. In fact, it made sense as to why he was so quiet: he probably was judging you for being batshit nuts on your stan account about him.

“Ah, I shouldn’t have said that,” Jimin sighed loudly, his words being translated. “Now it’s all awkward…”

“N-no, it’s okay,” you lied, shuffling your interview cards. “I had a feeling you guys have your burner Twitter accounts just watching us,” you squinted your eyes at Namjoon. His cheeks turned red as you did the same, your heart fluttering.

“It’s just Namjoon,” Hoseok emphasized, even though you knew that to be a lie. “He has too much time in his hands.”

“Ey, shut up,” Namjoon said in Korean, chuckling. “Well…don’t you want to say something to Jungkook, maybe?”

You blinked.

“Say what?”

He shrugged, smiling.

“I don’t know, I thought you guys would be the type to want to say something to someone you really admire. I’m sure Jungkook would like to hear from his biggest fan,” he teased.

You blushed madly, laughing nervously.

“I didn’t prepare or anything,” you began making excuses, your eyes slowly moving toward Jungkook’s direction to gauge his reaction. It took a few seconds, probably from the interpreter for him to understand what was going on before he sat up straight immediately, clearing his throat.

“Yeah!” Jungkook exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearing his throat again. “I wanna…hear.”

The rest of the members echoed the same sentiments.

“Ah fuck,” you muttered. Not BTS putting you on the spot to confess your feelings. It wasn’t something you really wanted to do in front of the entire group and the crew, but the crew kept pressuring you to do it. After all, it would make great TikTok content. It was then you turned away from the group, just dying from embarrassment.

“Come on, it would be so cute,” your PD encouraged you.

“But it’s so embarrassing,” you whined as you flushed wildly, your back toward the group. “I have so much to say.”

“I’m sure Jungkook wants to hear all of it. He seems to really like you!”

Your heart skipped a beat from hearing that. That was true, the group and you kept having great laughs and teases throughout the entire interview.

“Fine, fine.”

You took a deep breath, nodding towards Nicole, their interpreter. You could see Jungkook leaning in closer as you began.

“You’ve always been my favorite,” you began. “And uh, I always admired that you always did what you wanted no matter how many people said you shouldn’t. You’re strong and rebellious, something that I admire because I wish I had half of that strength…”

You closed your eyes at this point, your eyes swirling in its eye sockets. You couldn’t believe you were saying this to Jungkook who was right in front of you. For a moment, you forgot that you were interviewing him, that it was a professional setting. You felt like you needed to say all of this, knowing full well how much Jungkook had felt insecure about his image change and how he was being perceived. He was pretty explicit about that in the recent lives you were able to catch, and you wanted to comfort him.

“And I know that a lot of people have a lot to say about you, and as an older fan, I just want to say…not all of us are like that. I’m not, at least. I want you to be happy, to be loved, to be able to not be restricted by society’s standards. I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what, that you will always be my favorite person. I hope one day, you will find someone or something that will make you feel like home, Jungkook. I want…”

You swallowed.

“I want you to be comforted. And unconditionally loved.”

You sighed deeply, shaking your head as you opened your eyes, looking right at Jungkook. You felt a bit confident after all of that as Nicole continued translating for him. He was listening intently, crossing his arms trying to digest all that you said.

“Ah…” he vocalized a few times, nodding his head. His eyes grew glassy as he closed his eyes a bit.

There was silence, this time more comfortable than before. You held your breath in anticipation, wondering how he reacted to that. Was it too much? Were you being a little too extra?

Fuck, that was too much was it.

“I’m sorry if that’s a lot,” you blubbered out, putting your hands up in defense. “I…kind of lost myself there.”

A moment of silence for the translations.

Jungkook laughed.

“Ah, it’s okay,” he said in Korean. “Uh…”

He smacked his lips together, his eyes looking at the floor sheepishly. He then looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness and joy.

“Thank you,” his voice echoed in your skull as he thanked you in English.

You looked away abruptly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was a lot, and you felt like you could die at any moment.

“Uh, let’s take a break, yeah?” Namjoon piped in. You agreed, taking your lavalier mic off and running straight to the bathroom.

Or rather, let’s end this so I can die in a corner, probably.

It wasn’t long until the interview was over, much to your dismay. While it felt like you were floating on clouds, it felt too short, too professional for your liking.

Ever since your confession though, you felt a pair of eyes intently following your every movement, or so you thought anyways. You never once coded Jungkook’s stare to be intense, but he was quite attentive after your little spiel, nodding and laughing at your jokes (even though it was off by a few seconds for translations). You wished that you were native in your own tongue, but as the interview went on, you surprisingly knew more than you thought, laughing at the supposed inside jokes they had. You guys went briefly over the infamous dumpling incident, which, at this point, had its own lore.

The boys felt approachable for once, although you knew for quite some time that they would be. You were similar in age with them after all, the same age as Namjoon give or take a few months. It felt like you were talking as friends rather than an actual interview that you were being paid to do.

Nonetheless, the interview was a success, and you were packing your things up to go home.

That was, until Namjoon approached you.

“Hey,” he began, startling you. Your eyes widened at him coming up, being his normal self.

“Hey,” you managed to say back, trying not to freak out. Is he about to do what I think he’s about to do? “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Namjoon put his hands in his pockets, smiling sheepishly. “I was wondering if you wanna get dinner with Jungkook and I. He told me he really liked your energy today, and was wondering if we could talk more over some food.”

Holy shit. Is this real?

“Uh….” was all your stupid self could say, gawking at him as if he said something completely unintelligible. “Um…”

Say yes, you asshole.

“It’s fine if you have to like, uh, edit and shit,” he continued, his eyes averting away from you, his voice trailing off.

Fuck, dude. Say something back. Say YES.

“Um…”

Then, you saw Jungkook at a distance, overwatching the whole conversation. His lips were pursed into a pout, his neck extending toward the direction of you two, perhaps trying to hear what was going on. There was no way you could be making this up. Jungkook seemed… interested in wanting to spend more time with you.

Romantic? Unsure. But definitely interested.

This wasn’t the first time a celebrity has asked you to dinner (in fact, you were a looker yourself, whether you liked it or not), but with BTS? They were more definitely out of your league. However, you felt like you had been friendly at this point, so why not?

“Yeah, why not?”

Dinner was a blast. In fact, it was the most fun you ever had.

While you and Namjoon exchanged even more funnier quips, teases and passionate arguments about life, you and Jungkook sat next to each other, just feeling rather comfortable. It wasn’t to say that you two were feeling each other up, but Jungkook, an avid fan of Namjoon’s, was taking your side the entire time, initiating contact here and there to definitely show more than just platonic interest. You were taken aback at first, recoiling your hand when he “accidentally” brushed his hands against yours, but after a while, you leaned into him, showing your desire to get closer too.

Jungkook wasn’t as shy as you thought he was, and by the time dinner was over, he was playing footsies with you, his shoulder leaning against your own but disguised as him getting a bit too drunk for everyone’s liking (well, Namjoon’s anyways). Namjoon showed signs of feeling like the major third wheel, but he was, after all, the wingman in all of this, awkwardly smiling his infamous smile when he felt out of place.

“Ah, you guys look really comfortable, huh?” Namjoon pointed the obvious out in his native tongue as you laughed. Jungkook leaned into you as you cupped his face with the biggest grin ever seen.

“He’s adorable,” you replied back. “Cuter off-camera, if you ask me.”

“Gag,” Namjoon teased. “You guys need a room?”

You were staring into Jungkook’s doe eyes at this point, the chocolate pools of wonder. He was deeply in love, or at least, enamored by your presence. It turned out he was feeling you as well throughout the interview, and something in the air felt right to him. Not per se, bells ringing in his ear (he was past the romanticism), but he wanted more. So much more than what you two could do in front of Namjoon.

“Can we use yours, hyung?”

It didn’t take long before you two fucked after Namjoon and the two of you parted ways. In fact, both of you leaped onto each other madly the moment the door closed behind you. Of course, it was met with the typical NDA the morning after, something that you were quite used to at this point. It was a given that your night with him would be done in secrecy and with a contract to never speak of it, but to be honest, you weren’t planning to do that anyways. Jungkook was yours, even if it was for a split second.

“You’re incredibly beautiful, you know,” Jungkook breathlessly said after some time had passed, your bodies entangled with each other under the pillowy white sheets. “I never felt like I could just connect with someone I just barely knew.”

You grinned back, kissing his lips and the rest of his face.

“Call it karmic,” you replied back.

Jungkook, not knowing what the word was, leaned back in confusion.

“Kar…mic?”

“Uh…” you struggled to find the Korean word equivalent, trying to run through your shoddy vocabulary. “Um…it’s like…fate…?”

You weren’t sure what the word was, although it seemed to be received well with Jungkook. His pupils grew dilated as his mouth relaxed into a comfortable smile. He closed his eyes, leaning against you.

“Ah…fate, right?”

You blushed wildly.

“Yeah…fate.”

For the next week, you two met up every night in between your guys’ respective craziest schedules. Thankfully, it was easy because you were able to attend their next show (at the request from the artist, of course). While the others were in the press box though, you were in the family and friends’ box in which Jungkook may or may not have secretly passed by to steal a kiss or a hug. The two of you had agreed that this would be a short thing, nothing too serious. After all, the language barrier was a bit rough, and you two were working professionals.

However, you couldn’t help but to feel more of a connection besides a little fling because well, both of you were totally into each other. He eventually gave his personal cell (or at least, the U.S. one he used in the States) to text, something that Jungkook admitted he didn’t do often. Adoringly, he had his read receipts on, and it looked like he always checked to see what you wrote, even if it took a good hour or two to respond.

“I’m getting better at it, okay? Heh,” he would write, sending butterflies in your stomach. He was making an effort, although you can never be sure if he was like this with other people. Not that it mattered, you knew what it was, and you weren’t going to be caught up in it.

As the days went on, you and Jungkook started sharing intimate details about each other, something that you only had when it was a real relationship. This confused you, but maybe it was because you used to be the only one who did it as a part of the neurodivergence part of your personality. You found out more about his flings, how much he craved for more than just fucking around.

“I don’t know,” he said one night as you brushed your fingers through his hair, his face buried deep into your chest. “I feel like…you know, I want something more with all of these people. Like…I’m wasting my time whenever I do these things, but…I can’t help it. How can I find someone when I’m Jungkook of BTS?”

It was a lot to take in, but you took it on like a champ. There were thoughts that you wondered what Jungkook would think about, and it felt unreal that he could say all of these things to you in the comfort of his hotel room, away from all the lights and the glitz and the glamour. In this moment, in this scene in your guys’ story together, he was yours.

“Do you want more?” you asked quietly. You weren’t sure as to what you were saying, but it felt right to ask.

He shifted his head and moved it up to see yours, closing the gap between you two.

“Always. I always want to be loved unconditionally.”

It was getting complicated, fast.

You weren’t sure how to end it. In fact, time was ending it for you. It was Jungkook’s last day in the States, and it seemed like Jungkook suggested you go on tour with him for the next stop, Central America. While you weren’t entirely opposed to it, you knew where this was going. Last time, a celebrity had suggested that you to do a documentary film on them, and while you were flattered, it was just another way to keep you around at their convenience.

It wasn’t to say that Jungkook was being selfish. Rather, it was the circumstances that made him think this way. With how restrictive the industry was, and how incredibly famous Jungkook was as well, it was hard for him to see people besides those closest to him, which at this point, had began to warn you during your time in the family and friends’ box at the shows about Jungkook’s quick attachment to people.

“I know he always says he doesn’t get attached, but he really does,” an ex-fling told you in confidence in between VCRs. “He told me he was going to keep it professional, but the guy lies.”

You were dreading it. Although you felt great that you slept with your favorite, it wasn’t your intention to get anything more out of it because well, what is there left? You signed an NDA, the company regularly asked if you two used a condom…it was getting invasive, weird, and it was starting to turn you off.

And so, the last night came through and you two met up again. This time, you knew it was the last time, and to Jungkook, maybe the start of something new.

As you began to pack up your things, Jungkook laid on the bed sprawled out underneath the sheets.

“So…Mexico…” he began. You sighed, knowing it was coming.

“No, Jungkook,” you replied, turning toward him. “As much as I liked this, I can’t travel with you.”

“I’m not asking for you to travel with me,” he rebutted, sitting up and grabbing his shirt to put it back on in one hand. “I’m just saying, come with me to the next show! It would be great coverage for the magazine.”

“Jungkook-ah, that’s not how it works,” you doubled down, zipping up your weekend bag before putting your jacket on. “I have to get approval from my editor. Plus, people are starting to talk, and frankly, I started getting texts from your fans about us.”

There it was, what you had been hiding. Honestly, you were used to it from the last celebrity you hooked up with, but this time, his fans, or his stalkers to be exact, knew everything about you, threatening to ruin your life if you didn’t stop fucking him. It was getting emotionally taxing, but you wanted to hide that from him. After all, you were confident that wasn’t his first time hearing this.

“They’re not my fans and you know this,” he argued, now getting up and putting on his Adidas track pants. “The real ones will know it’s a little fling.”

“Do they though? Do you though?”

There it was, the hard truth.

Silence enveloped between you two, and Jungkook stood there in the dark with his hands in his pockets. He was staring at you, his eyes clearly pleading for you to not leave.

“Don’t leave,” Jungkook’s words came after. “I know this seems a lot, but I really like you. We can make it work.”

Make it work…as if that could ever be a thing.

You walked toward Jungkook with your weekender bag slung over your shoulders. Slipping your shoes on as well, you came closer to him, his breath hitched as you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you began. “We can’t keep doing this. This is our last night together.”

He exhaled sharply, his eyes closing slowly.

“I know.”

It didn’t take long before you two blocked each other on everything, pretending that you two didn’t exist to each other. It took a few more weeks before the fans stopped bothering you, probably focusing on the next fling Jungkook had.

And so there it was, you had a fling with one of the biggest stars in the world.

If only you knew what would happen next.

END.

#jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #writing #mine #this jungkook has been haunting my dreams for ever tbh bc you know. i'm in media and i can't imagine being in this position kdlahglshg #he totally would be so in luv but knows it can't go any further than that you know #but yeah i figured i can make a bit of a wong kar wai universe thing for decision to leave jungkook to flesh him out better #and someone did request to make stories in the pov of the reader so here u go!#yes i left it like that on purpose haha #dtl

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causesciencethatswhy · 4 months

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I really wish someone would make a jikook timeline from 2021 to 2023 with all the clips we have gotten uptil the docu. It'd be interesting to see what perspective we can get from that. Their dynamic is so fascinating to me, especially the more we've learnt post 2019.

#i would do it if i had better research skills #jikook #jungkook #jimin #I've realised my pov of their relationship has evolved so much too #its funny how much of jikook interactions that we get are underlaid with this feeling of things left unsaid #especially in the past 3 years

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bleedingspades · 1 year

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“You deserve the world” she whispers

“So, does that mean I deserve you?” He whispers back

“Wha!”

“Cause, you’re my world.” *sly smirk*

#pov #dabi x reader #touya x you #bakugou x reader #deku x reader #twice x reader #jungkook x reader #Jimin x reader #namjoon #rm x reader #taehyung x reader #hongjoong x y/n #Kyojuro x reader

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personasdestinyy · 26 days

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Sorrowful Love | Ch#2 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Sena's Pov:

The sound of my alarm clock rudely interrupts my peaceful slumber, signaling the start of another dreadful Monday. Reluctantly, I drag myself out of bed, my hair in disarray, and I force myself to sit up. With a groggy mind, my first instinct is to silence the annoying alarm. Once the noise is finally gone, I slip on my slippers and make my way to the bathroom.

As I approach the bathroom door, a sudden shadow catches my eye, sending a jolt of fear through my body. For a split second, I feel as if my soul is about to escape my trembling form. But soon enough, I realize that the shadow is none other than my own reflection.

"Fuck me," I curse myself, closing the door behind me with a frustrated kick.

After a refreshing shower, I stand in front of my wardrobe, towel wrapped around me, contemplating what to wear for the day. My fashion sense has always been lacking.

And I can't help but mutter under my breath, "I don't think I'm good at anything." After creating a chaotic mess, I settle on a white top, baggy blue jeans, and white joggers. Once dressed, I quickly brush my hair and apply some makeup.

With my morning routine complete, I head to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast of apple juice and a sandwich. As I leisurely eat, I grab my phone from the kitchen counter and my eyes widen as I glance at the time. Hastily finishing my meal, I grab my camera from the closet and my car keys from the bedroom drawer before rushing out of my apartment to make it to work on time.

My name is Sena, as all of you know, the slacker person in the whole world. I work as a photographer at Mg company.

Photography started as a mere hobby when I was 16, but it was my friend Mai who discovered my talent at the age of 18.

Unfortunately.

She couldn't keep it to herself and showed my photos to her father, who offered me a job at his company. I started working there at the age of 20, and it's been eight months since I've been working there.

And so, this is my life. Busy.

After a long and tiring day at work, I finally make it back to my apartment, feeling completely drained. I walk through the door and immediately place my camera and car key in their designated spots before making a beeline for the bathroom to freshen up.

Once I've changed into more comfortable clothes, I make my way to the bedroom and retrieve my phone from my bag. As I settle into the soft and inviting bed, a notification suddenly appears, causing my heart to skip a beat. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I quickly glance at the notification.

To my surprise, it's a message from my brother, someone I haven't heard from in ages. Without wasting a second, I swipe the notification away without even reading the contents of the message. My mind is too preoccupied with other thoughts to fully process what he might have said.

Leaving my phone on the bed, I head to the kitchen to quench my thirst with a glass of water. Taking a deep breath, I try to let go of all the emotions that have built up throughout the day, allowing the cool water to help calm my racing heartbeat. Once I feel more composed, I return to the bedroom, retrieve my phone from the nightstand, and settle back onto the comfortable bed.

As I mindlessly scroll through Instagram for past forty minutes, an art page catches my eye. Intrigued, I decide to read the artist's biography, which turns out to be incredibly fascinating. His work is centered around capturing the emotions of others, which instantly captivates me. Without hesitation, I jot down the contact number provided on Instagram and dial it.

After two rings, a sleepy voice answers the phone with a simple "hello."

Trying to sound composed.

"Um hi, I want to place an order-", I quickly state. However, before I can finish my sentence, the person on the other end abruptly ends the call, leaving me bewildered. I stare at my phone screen, unsure of what just happened. "Well, that was strange," I mutter to myself.

Five minutes later, my phone rings again, and I answer, fully prepared to confront the person about their odd behavior.

But he was quick to speak up,

"I am sorry, my friend posted my number on Instagram without my knowledge. When you called, I was asleep and confused, so I ended the call abruptly. I'm so sorry for my odd behavior."

Taking in his explanation, and understanding that it was an honest mistake, I didn't dwell on the inconvenience caused by the untimely call.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's alright." I reassured him.

"And I'll give you his number, but please reach out to him after a week," the man on the other end of the line informed me before we bid farewell and ended the call.

In just a minute, he sends me a number labeled 'Jungkook'. As I glance at it, my heart inexplicably quickens its pace. Uncertain of the reason behind this reaction, I attempt to dismiss the feeling and store his contact details.

Feeling overwhelmed, I decide to let go of all my feelings and simply focus on getting some rest. The weight of the world seems to lift off my shoulders as I release all my worries and anxieties into the universe. Placing my phone down on the table, I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off into the world of dreams. The soft hum of the air coming from windows lulls me into a peaceful slumber.

#jungkook ff #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts x oc #book series #bts series #jungkook series #thriller #jungkook angst #angst #action #sorrowful love #tumblr writers #ff writer #first person #multiple povs #pov story #jungkook au

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