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kxxkiecxre · 2 months

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・❥・ A life that’s so carefree | Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker JK, stalking descriptions.Sex, descriptions of sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex.

CONTINUATION OF: trapped hearts

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress.

Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

"Baby, cmon, let me in." He called out in his innocent voice.

"It's not at all what it looks like, I promise.

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now? What the fuck are you supposed to do now?

You know Jungkook, fuck you’ve dated this guy for a year you know he wouldn’t hurt you. But after all this? How can you be so sure? Are you sure? The doubt that surrounded you was going to suffocate you, the fear, the shock it was going to eat away at you. If you opened this door right now, you’d be inviting him in. You’d be giving him permission to come in and talk to you, rewarding his behaviour. But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to understand why he did that, why he made you sick of your life.

Maybe it was stupid and naive, maybe it was a mistake. But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when his whiny voice was coming through your door, begging for you to open the door, to let him in. His voice, his presence itself was wrapped around your throat like a snake. He had you obsessed with him, you know that. No man that you’ve ever dated before had this much power over you. They were always obsessed and like puppets for you. But something about Jungkook made you exactly like the men. It was sickening, you know.

Your hand reached for the knob, “baby please, I can explain all of this.”

You shut your eyes, trying so hard not to cry. The key clicked and the door opened, revealing his worried eyes. The rain was literally slamming off the ground, so loud in your ears and the house and the grumbling of the thunder around you was fierce. He pulled you into his chest, hands in your wet hair. He held you so tight as if to prevent you from running away from him again, he smelled good. Sweet and leathery. His leather jacket was soaked, his hair too. It was dripping down his face and onto yours as he cupped your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

Your heart beating out of your chest. But for all the wrong reasons, just as scared as you were a minute ago, right now you’re nervous. Nervous because you want to kiss him, you want to kiss him so bad but at the back of your mind you’re reminded he was stalking you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, rubbing the coldness off it. You closed your eyes, sighing. How come he can make you nervous yet relaxed all at the same time?

“Jungkook..”

“I know baby, I’m so sorry.”

“But why?” Your voice was so small, so hurt and soft.

He entered your house, closing the door behind him. The fire in the chimney the only proper light that was helping you see him. The fire was going when you got home, you’re guessing he was the one who did it. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on your couch.

He must be freezing, he was only wearing a tank top underneath it. You walked around to the smaller couch, right across the fire. Sitting with him and waiting. Not sure what for, but you didn’t know what to ask first. There was a million thoughts racing through your head so all you could do was sit there, listening to the fire crackling in the background.

He stared at you, watching the scared expression on your face. Maybe not scared, but void? He knew he messed up. He really did, but it was much simpler this way. Your eyes finally met his, the gleam in them not as present as before and his heart sinks.

“Why?” You asked, your voice shaky.

You hugged your knees to your chest. Out of reflex his hand began playing with your now semi dry hair, “because I wanted to make sure you’re safe… because I missed you so much that I’d rather die than not be as close to you as possible.”

You shook your head, hiding it in your knees before you sighed leaning away from he touch, “didn’t I say we could remain friendly?”

His expression softened, head tilting to the side just a small bit, “friendly isn’t being friends Y/N. You know that.”

“I don’t know what to think of this… what about the pictures?”

“I’d lose sleep looking at them, engraving every feature of your face into my brain. Into my heart.”

“You can’t say these things Jungkook, or behave like this. We broke up.”

He sighed heavily, “exactly, but I couldn’t be without you. Or close to you. Because every time I’d be away from you I wouldn’t be able to breathe. My entire life would look nothing short of a massive black hole. It was like someone would continuously take my life away, like a battery deteriorating.”

It was silent once again. What could you say to that? There’s nothing that you could possibly say and not hurt him. You loved him so much, so much that you find it comforting that it was him stalking you. Beside you at all times. Though it doesn’t excuse what he did.

“Why did you break up with me, be honest with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the room suddenly too warm. You’re not sure why you were sitting in almost pure dark aside from the fire in the chimney, though it did bring a certain level of comfort to you. You leaned into his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Your fingers playing with the hem of his head white tank top.

You didn’t know how tell him without upsetting him. That’s the last thing you want to do, but at the same time he does deserve an explanation. Mostly because for some reason you resent his mother more than you ever have before. She’s ruined this beautiful thing that you had with him, all because of her personal feelings and issues. Such stupid people.

“Your mother was giving me hell. She kept following me whenever we’d be together, she’d tell me to stop leeching off of you, to leave you because a low class like me doesn’t deserve prestige.”

He was quiet. The fire felt ice cold compared to the fire taking over his body. His mother never had the right to come between your relationship. She shouldn’t have ever said even a word to you. His mother was someone he could barely tolerate as is, but right now, right now he’s not even sure if she exists for him anymore. Sure she’s his mother, the woman who gave him life. But she was never truly there, she never hugged him, or spoken softly to him. She’s never played with or talked to him about anything but his grades. She was practically never present in his life, she had absolutely no right to intervene.

“She had no right…” he trailed off, “I hate her.”

You shook your head, “don’t. She was just concerned about you.”

He laughed mockingly, “she wasn’t concerned about me, she was concerned about herself and her money. She was never there for me. She never cared about me, I only ever felt the love of my father, until he died. She didn’t even comfort me, I was seven years old when the only person who ever showed me love died. She told me to stop crying before she dropped me off to school. I was then picked up by my babysitter. That’s the mother she was. I despise her.”

You frowned, heart sulking at the thought of seven year old doe eyed Jungkook hurting by himself.

“Kook,” you whispered, climbing on top of him, “I love you.”

“ I know that,” he smiled, head leaning back against the couch “I love you so much more, I think you know.”

“That’s not funny” you chuckled.

He smiled as you held his face in your hands. Your lips so close to his own. He couldn’t take it, the warmth of your plump lips against his own melted him within seconds. It was messy, rough and dirty, the type of kiss that had his breath stuck. The type that made him hiss as you hands began trailing over his body. Feeling the warm smooth skin beneath your hands. He was fucked, so whipped for you.

Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding softly against his bulge. He hissed, detaching from your mouth, his hands now on your face, eyes looking between your bodies and brows pulled into a frown.

“Fuck Y/N,” he hissed as you pressed down harder, “are you sure?”

“Isn’t this what you want Jungkook?” You said, voice low and uneven from your rocking, “ you must have been going crazy hm? Watching me fuck myself in my room, watching me play with my pussy the way you would. Every time I came, I thought of you. Every time I fucked my self I imagined it was you. Fucking me so good, the way only you know how to.”

He groaned, a deep guttural groan that resonated against your own chest. He flipped you over, laying you down on the couch as he hovered over you. His necklace hanging above you. Fuck he’s so fucking hot.

“Should I fuck you good now? Or should I fuck you so good you’ll never be able to pleasure yourself without me hm?”

You scoffed, “as if”.

He didn’t need much time to have you naked underneath him, only taking his pants off. Yet you were fully naked underneath him, breasts round and plump. Fuck he could cum just at the sight of you. Your pussy was pulsating with need, the bottom of your stomach filled with hundreds of butterflies. As he kissed down your body, sucking and marking, his finger dipped into the wetness of your cunt. It made him smile against your ribs, always so ready for him.

His mouth was hot against your skin, bruising every inch of it as your breathing hardened, his finger playing with your clit, “mm kook I need you”.

He was busy marking your skin, but still listened. He eased a finger inside, hooking it as he pumped it in and out, rubbing the walls of your pussy as you moaned a little more now. Breathy and soft. God he loved you so much. His finger continued its sweet torture inside you as his tongue bestowed itself on your clit, flicking it and sucking, alternating between the two. It was good, so good, but you needed more. You need him inside you.

“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck. Me.”

He chuckled, going to take his shirt off before you stopped him, “leave it on.”

He didn’t tease, he just smirked before lining himself up with you, “still on the pill?”

You nodded closing your eyes as he eased the tip inside, just the smallest bit. Every time you thought he’d push in more he’d only pull out, making you whine. What a tease. It took you by surprise when he finally did push all of himself in. Right to the brim. You gasped against each others mouth, kisses only ghosting against each other as he continued fucking into you. He did exactly as he promised. He fucked you good. Too good. He was pumping in and out of you at a pace that had your breath stuck mid air, that had you arching right off the couch and into him.

His pace was animalistic, balls slapping off your ass. The tip of his dick kissing that good spot inside you, he was everywhere. You could feel him in your stomach, pumping in and out with a rhythm, with so much precision that you’d have his babies right now.

“Fuck kook,”

“Shit”

Your thighs were on fire, tightening around his waist as his thumb came down on your clit, drawing perfect little circles and matching his pace. It was insane. There were not thoughts inside your head aside from him, from his furrowed brows and masculine scent to his dick. He pushed forward a little more, earning a loud moan out of you. A moan that bounced right off the walls, your nails digging into his back as he forced your legs higher up his waist. Getting a better angle and access to that sweet spot.

You were a goner that second, when began shallowly fucking you. Your face said it all, your pitching moans and quicker breathing. The red chest and cheeks, you were cumming. Right around his cock, it took him only a few hard and sloppy rounds before he followed after you. Filling you up with his cum.

He stayed buried inside you, your pussy now overstimulated and swollen. His lips never left yours, barely giving you any time to breathe. You missed him so much, so much that you didn’t even realise it until now.

“I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him lazily, fucked out, “don’t be, just don’t stalk me. Not that you have to anymore.”

You just laid there, with him still inside you and on top. He was dozing off as you took the white fluffy blanket and laid it on top of you two. Your fingers gently playing with his hair.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” you chuckled.

a/n: I know this is so short please forgive me lol. Hope y’all enjoyed! Also what do y’all think? Should she have forgiven him? I think she should (obviously ha) I mean he’s Jungkook ;).

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taesify · 1 year

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✦ 💭 𓂅 ooh jungkook u so fine ⭒ ִֶָ ࣪ ִֶָ

ֺ ָ ⋆ ࣪ ִ ִֶָ u so fine, u blow my mine ָ ⋆ ࣪ ִ ִֶָ

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jkeuphoriadreamland · 2 years

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jealousy || one shot| JJK

Pairing: Sub Jungkook x reader Genre: sub jk, noona kink, 18+ M, 2.3k words Summary: All of this over a fucking perilla leaf!? Warnings: sub themes, noona kink, oral, teasing, praising, slight degradation, brat koo, older reader, jealousy, unprotected sex (established relationship), marking, biting, hair tugging, etc... Kookie needs to be reminded of things.

It’s been a minute, so have some writer’s block breaking inspo. This is barely edited LMAO. Enjoy <3

You watched Jungkook walk off from the dinner table and into your bedroom slamming the door a little too roughly for your liking. Once your sights on him were blocked off, your eyes came back to the dinner guests sitting before you. Jimin and Hoseok both sat there quietly, their eyes doing everything to avoid contact with yours. Jungkook had always wanted to introduce you to them, but school and work had always gotten in the way. So now sitting at the table alone with them, while Jungkook was somewhere sulking, had you incredibly bewildered.

They knew Jungkook for much longer than you, so they didn’t dare say a word. Being his childhood friends, they knew exactly what was wrong, so they gave each other a glance before Jimin spoke up. “___, it’s been lovely. I think we’d better go. Hobi needs to meet up with his fiancé, and I have lots of work to catch up with. Tell Jungkook we’ll give him a call later.”

You wanted to stop them from rushing out, ready to explain that you were just about to get Jungkook and see what was the matter, but they didn’t give you a chance. They were at the door, jackets in hand, and smiles that radiated their thanks. With the door now shut, you let your body lean back against it, your mind flooded with confusion. Did something happen that you missed? Did you say something wrong that caused Jungkook to get upset? He’s never done anything like this before.

Now that you were alone, it was time to get some answers. You reached the bedroom door only to find it was locked. Strange. “Jungkook, why is this door locked? Open up. Are you upset about something?”

A few knocks later, he finally opened the door a crack and stepped back into the darkness of the room. You stood at the door wondering why he hadn’t fully opened it. Pushing the door open, you find it hard to see and it’s only the quiet sniffle coming from the bed that lets you know where he is. “Koo? Are you crying?”

“No.” Came a tiny complaint followed by another sniffle.

“I don’t believe you, baby. What the hell happened, hmm? One minute we’re eating dinner and the next you’re up and storming off like a toddler.”

“Yeah and one minute you’re helping my friends peel off their perilla leaves and the next you’re holding their hands!” For a moment he was speaking clearly, his wet eyes shimmering slightly in the dim room, but the rest of his words were muffled by the pillow he buried his face in right after.

“What?! Jungkook, are you crazy? What does helping someone with their perilla leaf have to do with holding hands? Baby…be reasonable. I was being hospitable.”

“No...no...what were you going to do next? Marry them?”

This time he was up and sitting, the trembling of his voice breaking you a little. It was all truly ridiculous, but the way he sounded affected you. He was your everything, your sweet angel, yet here he was heartbroken over a leaf.

“Koo, baby. What are you even saying?” Finally reaching the bed, you turned on the lamp and saw his distraught face immediately. His sweet perfect nose was rosy and his face was wet with the tears he’d been shedding. You couldn’t help but bend down to kiss his pretty red lips. “Is my baby jealous?”

Jungkook tried to turn away from you but you wouldn't let him. He was sitting with his hands on top of the wet pillow on his lap. It was quite amusing, but also made you feel bad. From the moment you met him you knew he was a soft-hearted baby, and sometimes you picked up a slight jealousy from him, but it was never anything this grand. You knew he didn’t exactly love to share things, and that it took a lot for him to not let it bother him. It seems you still had a lot more to learn about your lover.

Grabbing his arm from the pillow, you directed him to look up at you so you could speak with him clearly. He did so begrudgingly, doing everything within his power to avoid your eyes. He really was so upset and it honestly was endearing. At least he had the decency to come to the room instead of embarrassing himself in front of his friends.

“Baby, look at me. Why are you behaving this way? Why would you even suggest that I’d marry one of your friends? You were the one that invited them. I was happy to meet the guys that have been a part of your life. I was honored.”

“B–but...you were all smiley and… *hiccup* your fingers touched…*hiccup* and…”

“And so what? That happens when people eat and share meals. We all have to reach to the middle. My koo…you’re very silly, you know this?”

“I’m not!” It was then that he looked at your face, the sudden frustration brewing over making him more emotional. The smirk you held, however, made him feel embarrassed. He tried to turn away again, but your hands made it to his jaw before he could.

“Look at me, koo.”

“Mmm.” He wanted to speak, but your fingers grazing over his jaw line and pressing into his throat made him swallow hard. The way you held him, forcing him to look at you, had him pressing his thighs together. He liked when you took charge, when you called him out on his shit and gave him the attention he was seeking. It was part of the reason he so easily allowed himself to act out, to let his emotions run over, and his attitude to come through. He knew it got a rise out of you, and he loved it.

You instantly noticed him shift and when you challenged him with a glance, he shut his eyes guiltily. “I see. My jealous baby wanted his noona’s attention so badly that he let his jealousy get out of control. I think…,” you grazed your nails down his neck and watched him tighten at the feeling, “ …maybe I need to remind you how good boys should behave because…you’ve obviously been very bad.”

“Nooonaa…I’m sorryyy..”

“I bet you are, baby. Are you gonna show me how sorry?”

At this point Jungkook was putty in your hands, and when you came down to whisper these last words against the shell of his ear, he shuddered pathetically.

“Hmm…maybe my puppy is sorry. Let’s see.”

Your hand that was near his chest continued to travel down until it met the arousal you already knew was straining against the fabric of his pants. You swiped over it once and then back up, chuckling when he bucked up against your hand. “Yum. My baby is sorry, isn’t he?”

Jungkook nodded, already too lost in the feeling of your fingers swirling around the fabric covering his length. He wanted to cry out for you to be faster, but he knew that would only get him in trouble. He was already skating on thin ice with his pouty display from earlier.

“I am…I’m so sorry.” He spoke out breathily, the desire to be taught a lesson already running countless scenarios in his head. His hands were already balled into fists, gripping the sheet beneath him for dear life. If you reached under his pants, he’d probably lose it instantly. He had to breathe.

“Good boy. I can tell you’re sorry. Wanna know how?” You were torturing him with your hands, and as he whimpered, your tongue caressed his ear lobe. When you heard him start to reply, you bit down sharply causing him to moan.

“H–howw, noonaa! Howww?” he was choked up, already on the verge of begging for release, but he had to be patient because that’s what good boys did.

“Because, puppy…” Your hand was merciless, already pulling at the band of his gray sweats and slithering down onto his hardened and exposed length. “...oh fuck, you’ve been bare below this the entire time, angel? What a fucking dirty whore you are.” This type of behavior was obviously blatant, so you gave Jungkook exactly what he deserved. Grabbing his cock, you pulled it free from his pants and immediately dipped down to swallow him. It was the last thing he expected as he knew you loved to take your time and tease him.

“N—nooonaaa….no…I can’tt…I—”

You heard his pleas, but it only made you giggle, the vibrations from the action bringing Jungkook more torment. If he wanted to be a desperate little slut, then you were going to help him get there. Tugging at his pants, you managed to pull them completely off, relishing in the way his thighs shook at your ministrations. You wedged yourself between his legs easily and reached behind him to grab his ass. Forced to sit still, Jungkook fought against his own desire to buck up and make you choke on his cock. He was obviously stronger than you, but feeling the weight of your upper body pinning his legs down, and the grip of your fingers pushing into the flesh of his ass made him want nothing more than to surrender completely.

Pulling off of his cock with a devastating pop, you looked up at the sweet and desperate baby who was already on the verge of cumming. He looked so beautiful and pliable. The moment he noticed your mouth was off him, he looked down at you with furrowed brows and a distressed expression. “Shhh. Don’t fret, puppy. I’m just going to show you how wrong you were to believe that I would want anyone but you. That was pretty fucking silly, don’t you think, baby?”

Jungkook didn’t even remember what you were talking about, the day’s events already out of his mind. He knew that he was being taught a lesson for something, but wasn’t that an everyday thing? All he could think about was wanting your lips wrapped around his tip once more. He was going to die if you didn’t do it soon. Not caring what he was agreeing to, he quickly replied

“Ye—yess silllyy!”

Hearing the sweet cry come from his lips, you smiled up at him mischievously and licked over his slit before destroying him with your next words.

“And silly baby boys should let their noona sit on their cock to teach them a lesson, right, puppy?”

Your hand gripping his aching length and squeezing in wait for his response had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was lost in the moment, words completely escaping him. Whatever you wanted, whatever you were asking for, he’d do happily. He nodded aggressively, but by then you were already pulling up your dress and sliding your panties down. Jungkook was sweating profusely and his head was hanging back exposing his neck to your eyes. What a fucking feast he was. You just stood there for a moment, taking in the sheen coating his body, his hard cock swollen and head leaking all over. It was magical and he was all yours for the taking.

He didn’t notice you move forward until your hand was back on his cock and the other on this shoulder. You set one knee on the bed and aligned yourself to his tip. This had Jungkook’s attention. He moved back a little so that you wouldn’t fall off his lap and guided you the rest of the way with a hand on your back so that you could straddle him. When he realized what was going to happen, he looked up at you with the softest eyes, begging you to relieve his misery.

You slid down easily, not even worrying about how wet you’d be. Sucking on his cock earlier had you incredibly aroused already and you were dying to find relief. As soon as his cock was fully nestled inside, you let out a sinful moan and Jungkook almost cried. He was so close, so fucking close, and you clenching against him….your heat and soft walls gripping him so perfectly…all of it had him seeing stars.

Finally stretched open just right, you began moving up and down. Jungkook’s hands rushed to grip your hips to still you. “Pl–pleaseee…I’m so close, noona.” He placed his forehead against yours and breathed in and out. His attempts to hold himself back were useless and you were about to use this to your advantage. Gripping the back of his head, you weaved your fingers into his luscious hair and gripped him tightly.

“I’m so fucking close too, puppy. Fuck your noona…fuck her so gooood.”

Holding on for dear life, you prepared yourself for what Jungkook was about to release upon you. Happy that you’d given him permission, he immediately flipped you over onto the bed and began drilling himself in and out of you at a merciless pace. His face was buried in your neck the entire time, teeth and tongue marking up the sensitive skin there making you crazy with need. As he drove himself into you, you encouraged each stroke, digging your nails into his back and dragging them down every time he hit your spot perfectly. The moment was madness and you were both lost in ecstasy. His quiet whimpers and cries made you clench, and the cycle continued until he finally couldn’t hold himself any longer. Without warning, he came…and the heat and swelling of his cock had you crying out. You also came with him, arms wrapped around his neck, holding on tightly so that you wouldn’t fall from this high.

When you both came down, Jungkook remained buried inside of you. He kept the weight of his body from crushing you, but still managed to nestle his face further into the nape of your neck. You, on the other hand, were as limp as spaghetti, hands thrown back and body completely useless. Jungkook’s kisses slowly brought you to life, his tender lips brushing over your cheeks, neck and breasts. He really was so insatiable.

“Puppy, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Never, noona. I love you so much.”

“And I love you. I don’t wanna hear anything else about perilla leaves…okay?”

“Okay, noona…but what about shrimp peeling?”

Fuck…

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kxxkiecxre · 2 months

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・❥・ Trapped Hearts || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker!jk, stalker descriptions.

Part two: a life that’s so carefree

It’s been weeks, months even, since you broke you with him. Yet he still feels so close to you. So personal. It’s haunting the way you can feel his soft touch lingering on your skin as if he’s still around you. Maybe he is? You’ve been suspicious of this for awhile, every time you walk anywhere you feel him around. Or more like someone��s watching you. Every step you take, even in the comfort of your own home.

It’s gotten to a point where you slept with all your windows closed, blinds too. You loved having the window cracked open during the night for fresh air, but ever since you broke up with Jungkook you’ve had this eerie feeling of being watched. Your friends told you multiple times it wouldn’t be surprising if someone did stalk you, just because a lot of the men you were with before would become overly obsessed. You weren’t sure what it was that made them insane when you’d break up with them, but then again, men are truly just creatures of habit. Weak, shy and frail despite their stereotype or image. They’re emotional. Like little puppies who need constant care.

You walked home alone, the night dark and silent as you walked the familiar path towards your apartment complex. Large fluffy trees surrounding you either side of the pathway. The grass around you was wet and freshly cut, providing that that comforting smell. The street lights hued your figure in an orange cast, your features extenuated under the shade of deep amber. You looked behind your shoulder, that unsettling feeling of being watched present once again.

Your hair got caught in your reflective lipgloss, your red manicured fingers brushing them off your face. Your brows furrowed before you quickly turned to face the road ahead of you again. You wore a much simpler outfit tonight, black fishnet tights, studded with little crystals that could never outshine the sparkle In your eyes, your dress was a deep burgundy color, it looked like the velvet dress he bought you. The valley of your breasts lightly covered with the black lace hem. Your body was covered with a black leather bomber jacket, hair flowing effortlessly over your body.

You looked beautiful as always and it made him throw his head softly against the tree. Sighing to himself. Has he gone insane? He’s never been like this over anyone but you. Watching your every move, making sure you’re safe. You’re okay. It was freaky. He was freaky. It wasn’t cute, to be this obsessed with you. He was drooling just at the distant sight of you. God he was pathetic.

When you got within safe distance for him to follow you again, he wasted no time to catch up with you. He was dressed in his washed out baggy jeans, blue hoodie covering his face and posture perfectly. He still kept a good distance away from you. Still, seeing a man walking in dark clothing behind a woman who’s vulnerable, it spooked you. You walked faster, as fast as your legs could take you in your black heels. Out of instinct sharing your location with not only your friend Laura, but with Jungkook too, you knew he’d protect you if it came to it.

You: someone’s following me, a man. Call me in ten minutes. If I don’t answer after the third ring, call the police.

SEEN

Jungkook: got you b

You continue walking as fast as you could, practically breaking your ankles as you ran up the stairs of your porch. You locked the doors behind you, quickly running around the house to close all the blinds. You sat on your bed now, head in your hands. You’re too paranoid. The ringing of your phone is what makes you jump. Jungkook.

You answer the phone, his voice was low like he was whispering, “hello?”

“Hi”

“Are you okay? Did the creep stop following you?” He asks, standing directly across your bedroom window. Leaned up against the far wall, one foot up against it behind him, his hoodie still covering up most of his face as he held the phone to his ear. Eyes never leaving the silhouette of your figure pacing your room behind the blinds.

“Yeah,” you sounded panicked, “I mean I didn’t look back I just went home straight.”

Fuck, he’s such a prick.

She sat across you brows furrowed and eyes concerned, “did you report it to the police?”.

“Come on now Yuna, you know well the police don’t give a shit unless I know who the person is or have evidence.”

She nodded, stirring her cappuccino as you held your own between your palms, “so what are you going to do?”.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, full of anxiety, “I’ll share my location with you and Laura and Jk, at all times.”

He stood leaned up against the black marbled wall holding up the tall building, away from your vision still he could see you perfectly. You were inside your favourite little cafe, with Yuna of course. You talked fast, your eyes skittish as they danced around the room every few seconds, probably spooked from last night. He watched as you raised the white mug to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the foam of your lips.

He watched you with pride, with so much love even though what he was doing right now was far beyond creepy and disgusting.

Yuna decided to walk you back to your workplace, “you need to invest in a car y/n, if worst comes to worst, you can run the creep over.”

“If only I could afford one” you chuckled lightly.

You threw yourself into work immediately upon coming to your cubicle, spending hours calculating numbers and statistics, percentages and such that one major company may need. It was exhausting, but it also stopped your brain from overthinking. Stopped you from thinking about your potential stalker, whoever it may be.

If only you could see him, know who it is. You’d kill him with your bare hands. That’s a lie, but you’d still like to believe you’d fight against the creep. Your manic working was interrupted by your co-worker tapping you on the shoulder,

“I’m sorry, there’s some guy waiting for you outside? More like demanding to speak with you.”

You frowned, a guy? The only guy you know is Jungkook. A bit afraid it might be your stalker waiting for you, to kidnap or maybe even kill you or something.

You turned to your co worker, “tae? Would you mind going down with me?”

Taehyung doesn’t question, he simply nods with sincere eyes.

The walk down to the bottom floor had your stomach doing flips, nerves running rampant as if you were willingly walking into a trap. Your heart settles down a little when you see Jungkook, leaning against a shiny white Mercedes. A new car?

“Kook? What you doing here?” You asked, voice still so sweet and soft.

“I came to bring you your new weapon.”

He holds the keys in the air, your eyes close to popping out of their sockets. You meant well when you told Jungkook you’d remain only friendly with him after the breakup, but this man must not know what friendly is.

“Thought you’d benefit better from it, if worst comes to worst you can run the creep over.”

The sentence he says is exactly, word for word, like Yunas from earlier today. It sends a little shiver down your spine but you ignore it and smile at him, “kook-“

“Shut up and take it Y/N, I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Clearly I must have done something wrong to lose a woman like you..”

“Jungkook, I broke up with you because of personal reasons. Nothing to do with you.” A lie… it was everything to do with him. His mother to be precise.

He was loaded. So were his parents and you were just a middle class girl living in your mums old home working a job that pays well.. at least for interns. Still it didn’t sit right with his mother, she kept accusing you of leeching off of him. Which was now where near the truth.

“I won’t leave until you take the keys Y/N.”

Shaking your head you take the keys, “I’m only borrowing it.”

“Sure” he laughs.

You came home early once again, only this time all the lights are on in your house. What the fuck? With a fastening heart rate you press the accelerator down, going thrice the speed limit but you couldn’t care. Not when you were two seconds away from breaking down. Doing a loop around your village you finally end up at your destination.

You knock wildly on the door, tears forming in your eyes, the door doesn’t open. No one answers, he must be asleep. The rain starts lashing, soaking the cotton dress on you printed with little lilacs. Your hair drenched in the rain. You pull the top of the vase of the little flower off, finding the key to his fancy apartment. You waste no time entering his home without his permission. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind anyway.

The place is dark, not a single light on. You turned the hallway lights on, “Jungkook? It’s me Y/N”.

You run around the apartment, turning on every light on your way. Nothing. Finally, you enter his room. You turn the light on, nobody’s there once again. You take a look at the room, it was messy, some type of pictures laying scattered all over the floor. You bend down, sniffling they’re just selfies of him. You smiled softly at the picture of him with his head against a tree in the dark of night “weirdo”.

You sniffled again, you’re definitely getting sick. You raised yourself back onto your feet. Walking around his room and cleaning up the scattered papers and pictures until you find his opened laptop. Your breath hitches, eyes widening and jaw slacking as you scroll through the pictures. It was you. The pictures of all the times you felt you were being watched, you in front of your mirror in your room, you walking through the little park on the night you texted him about someone following you. You were looking behind your shoulder. You in the cafe. You in your work place. You, you, you. Every picture was you. As you closed the tab, his wallpaper was you in the pub dancing. That same night he was following you through the park.

You felt sick the more you looked through his stuff. The selfies, they were all of him taking pictures of himself outside of the places you were. What the fuck. You were going to get sick, holy shit. You rushed out of his apartment, dizzy and nauseated. Holy fuck.

As you run down the stairs he walks up around the corner, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You got stuck, you mumbled something incoherent before you finally spat it out, “I was just gonna come up but nobody was answering the door.”

“Sorry I was out with Jin, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I have to go though, Yuna got drunk again so I have to pick her up.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay… stay safe? Call me when you’re home.”

“Yeah absolutely.” You smile quickly at him before you rushed back to the car.

The car he gave you … incase of the creep. The more you struggled to breathe the more you became nauseated. Quickly, you pulled out of his driveway. Heading straight back to your place.

The first thing you do after locking your door was throwing up in your toilet. Your breathing was harsh as you slid down the wall of your bathroom. He was right there, all along. He was the one who was your stalker. Right under your nose. It made you feel another wave of nausea. Trying your hardest to not breakdown.

Why would he do that though? Why would he make you so scared, so anxious about going out living your day to day life became a nightmare. Because of him. Fucking hell.

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress. Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

“Baby, cmon, let me in.” He called out in his innocent voice.

“It’s not at all what it looks like, I promise.”

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now?

A/N: hope yall enjoyed this little Drabble :).

I DO NOT ALLOW ANY TRANSLATION OR COPYING OF MY WORK.

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